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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Corey_Bryant/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, The_Pack_(Teen_Wolf), Corey_Bryant
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, No_Lube, Spit_As_Lube, Alpha_Scott, Masturbation,
      Paralysis, Manipulation, Emotional_Manipulation, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex,
      Oral_Sex, Non-Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Deepthroating, Werewolf
      Sex, face_humping, Threats, Threats_of_Violence, Public_Sex, virgin
      corey, Semi-Public_Sex, Knotting, Dry_Sex, Anal_Sex, Creampie, Sadism,
      Bruises, signs_of_abuse, Oral_Knotting, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-30 Words: 4022
****** Defiled Compliance ******
by PapuruKakugan
Summary
     After the events of the day he found himself standing under a hot
     shower, letting the dirt, blood and sweat be washed away as his
     muscles relaxed and his mind wandered. He found himself thinking back
     on the feeling of his claws popping through the skin of Corey’s neck,
     the sharp pinch of pain as their minds connected, the way Corey’s
     body had become lax and plaint under his domination.
     His cock twitched in excitement at the thought.
     -----
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Notes
     Written for an anonymous commissioner.
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It had been hard to hide it in a room full of supernatural beings, the scent of
arousal only being masked by the tar like scent of fear and pain from Corey.
The feeling of his consciousness sliding against another’s was delicious. The
act of plucking memories like strings on a violin vibrating through all of his
nerves; his cock hardening, mouth watering, body thrumming at the power he
held.
Scott was distracted as they tried to find Liam and Hayden, playing it off as
too many chemicals in the air to latch onto a scent, when really all he could
think about was forcing his claws back into Corey’s neck and eliciting
compliance.
After the events of the day he found himself standing under a hot shower,
letting the dirt, blood and sweat be washed away as his muscles relaxed and his
mind wandered. He found himself thinking back on the feeling of his claws
popping through the skin of Corey’s neck, the sharp pinch of pain as their
minds connected, the way Corey’s body had become lax and plaint under his
domination.
His cock was so hard it hurt as he thought of that day’s events. His hands
wandered lower and he gave his cock light strokes as he toyed with his balls,
rolling them in his palm and squeezing them gently. He stroked his cock faster
and faster, eyes closed but his imagination blown wide. He only noticed his
elongating fangs when he shifted his jaw wider, a low snarl building as they
grew sharper than they’ve ever been before. Twisting his hand on the upstroke
to collect the precum before tickling the thick vein on the underside that made
his balls draw tighter. A hand shot out to balance himself on the wall as he
painted the tiles in thick, white cum, continuing to stroke his cock to draw
out his orgasm until he became too sensitive. He stood for a few minutes still
holding his ebbing cock before finally finishing his shower, all the time
wondering how much control he could gain over someone just by using his claws.
His cock twitched in excitement at the thought.
===============================================================================
They’re not doing anything really, just hanging around and socialising in his
house. It’s getting late and people are grouping up for rides home, waving and
making vague comments about meeting before school tomorrow. Mason was one of
the first to leave, the only one who knew Corey enough to realise he wasn’t
cognizant, and that his fiddling with a bottle was actually his hands shaking
in pain and fear. Everyone around them made their departure without blinking an
eye as Corey sat back on the sofa, Scott stood behind him with a hand on his
neck and claiming he wants to talk to the newest pack member. They all
understand that the Alpha wants to make sure his newest Beta is fitting in
okay, if he has any problems with his control, or his personal life now that
he’s officially declared dead. They have no idea that Scott’s intentions are
quite a bit more lewd.
When the door clicks shut and Scott can no longer hear the chatter of his
friends outside he carefully extracts his claws from where they’d been buried
in Corey’s neck, the wounds healing over within seconds. Corey lolls on the
sofa, slumping to the side but Scott catches him and keeps him upright as
glazed eyes are wide in confusion, incoherent questions trying to escape his
mouth.
Scott’s blood boils in his veins as he forces Corey’s open mouth against the
huge bulge of his jeans, his straining erection twitching in its confines. He
doesn’t think, it’s automatic as he unzips his jeans and slowly rubs against
Corey’s slack mouth; hot breath fanning over his skin through the thin fabric
of his underwear, the pull and drag of soft lips up and down his covered
length, the wet drag of tongue when he uses his fingers to feel it against the
wet patch of precum soaking through from his cock.
The lethargic body underneath his attentions becomes stiffer, more alert the
more he humps Corey’s open mouth. Soon there are protests and struggles as
Corey becomes more in control of his body once again. Scott can’t have that. He
sinks his claws viscously into Corey’s neck again, a pained cry torn from
Corey’s throat as he goes limp once more. Scott’s fangs elongate, a growl in
his throat as he starts to hump Corey’s face faster, cutting off his air as he
forces his massive bulge over Corey’s mouth and nose.
He moves Corey’s head lower, fitting that red raw mouth over his balls and
covering Corey’s nose with his cock. Corey starts to panic with the need for
air but Scott doesn’t care, his only concern the exquisite feeling against his
balls as the struggling lungs try to pant against his balls desperately. Scott
all but crushes Corey’s skull as he grinds his cock and balls harder and harder
against that mouth, Corey’s nose pushing against the thick vein on the
underside of his cock. It feels so fucking good that Scott almost misses the
sound of the car pulling into the drive. Almost.
With a furious snarl Scott rips Corey’s head away, face flushed and eyes wide
in terror, and quickly redresses himself and forces his appearance to shift
back to human. He hauls Corey out of his seat and half drags him to the back
door, slamming his face against it as he leans close to Corey’s ear, “Go home.”
He orders, “Be a good boy and be quiet, or next time I’ll make you pass out on
my cock.” Scott finishes his threat by digging his claws into Corey’s windpipe,
tiny pinpricks of blood welling in the small cuts. With a final growl Scott
wrenches open the back door and almost throws a still half-paralysed Corey out
into the garden and sends him away with a final flash of his Alpha red eyes.
Scott hears his Mom coming through the front door and forces himself to calm
down; to not chase after Corey and pound his ass into the pavement. Instead he
clenches his jaw and heads to the fridge in the pretence of searching for food.
His Mom announces her arrival and pounds up the stairs to take a shower,
yelling a request for him to start dinner. Scott angrily pulls out sandwich
meat and finds a pan to heat up some soup, his hands twitching at the wild
thoughts of what he’s going to do the next time he sees Corey.
===============================================================================
Scott seizes a chance for a repeat performance when he corners Corey behind the
equipment storage shed after Lacrosse practice; crowding him against the brick
with words of false reassurance before sinking his claws into that thin neck;
Corey’s legs give out beneath him as a scared but vacant expression sweeps over
his face. Scott grins and twitches his fingers to elicit a pained whimper from
Corey. His already half hard cock rises faster as he crushes Corey’s mouth over
the bulge of his shorts.
“You know what I want don’t you?” Scott asks with a soft voice, eyes hard with
impatience. He growls and his eyes flash an angry red when Corey doesn’t move
to comply. Corey whimpers as Scott fishes out his cock and forcefully parts
those pink lips, smearing the head of his cock over the them and leaving salty
trails of precum before finally sinking into that wet heat. It’s felt like too
fucking long since he’d had to shove Corey out the back door of his house,
since he was interrupted from taking what he wanted.
Scott tries hard not to shift, to not lose control, but it’s futile when his
cock hits the back of Corey’s throat. His gums hurt for a second as his
thicker, sharper and longer fangs cloud his mouth; a new change that sparks
even more excitement as Corey gags. Scott groans as the tightness around his
cock increases the further he pushes, feeling the tip pop through each ring of
contracting muscle. Red eyes gaze down on Corey’s lax form, lungs slowly
suffocating, eyes teary from the pain. Scott can taste the fear in the air and
it’s so fucking good. He wants to ruin this boy. He does.
Scott rears back, his cock unsheathing from Corey’s throat, spit instantly
collecting as Corey’s reflex tries to activate, but it’s kept at bay by the
Alpha’s will. His cock is barely brushing the inside of Corey’s lips before he
plunges back into the ribbed tunnel, hips setting a punishing pace as he uses
his claws embedded in Corey’s neck for leverage.
The wet squelch of his saliva soaked cock echoes in the small vicinity, the
pained whimpers ringing in Scott’s ears as he watches more tears fall from
Corey’s eyes. He grins and fucks harder, Corey’s face going red, lips blue from
the lack of oxygen. Scott snarls as the building coil in his gut curls tighter,
his balls twitching as his release draws closer. He finally lets it break when
Corey’s eyes start to close, on the verge of passing out when Scott pulls back
to paint the boy’s tongue with thick, white cum. He wants him to fucking taste
it. To know exactly who it was that ruined his throat and made him submit.
Scott is the Alpha, and Corey will do as he’s fucking told.
Scott sighs happily as he squeezes the last drops of cum from his cock, tucking
himself back in and allowing his features to return to his normal puppy dog
smile. Only his eyes are glowing red, hard and hateful as he wrenches his claws
from Corey’s neck, nudging him back to slump against the wall, face returning
to normal colour as sweet oxygen floods Corey’s veins.
“You know what happens now don’t you boy?” Scott’s voice is so soft, so
pleasant and understanding as he crouches down in front of Corey, a hand
stroking a pale cheekbone softly. Scott smiles sweetly, eyes dark and
psychotic. “You know what will happen if someone else knows what you like me to
do you too.” Corey tries to frown but goes stock still as a claw extends
dangerously close to his eye.
“You know what they’ll think of you if they know you like to be used like a
cheap whore,” Scott’s voice is thick with his Alpha influence, the words
striking deep into Corey’s core, his werewolf DNA responding to it’s Alpha’s
dominance. “You know what I’ll have to do to make sure you keep quiet if you
disobey me, don’t you Corey?” The deep red glow is all Corey can see as Scott’s
claw cuts a thin line along his cheekbone, pressing harder when no answer is
given; Corey whines and nods. “Good boy.” The claw retreats and Scott leaves.
Something inside Corey preens at the praise given by his Alpha, something else
inside Corey wants to throw up when he realises this is far from over.
Scott has a genuine smile on his face as he kick starts his bike and heads for
home. He’s finally learnt how to control his Alpha influence; and he’s got
himself a nice, new bitch.
It’s been a good day.
===============================================================================
It had been four days since Scott had last seen Corey, and even then it was
from across the road as he left the school premises with his pack. His blood
sung in his veins at the thought of using him again, but it boiled in anger the
longer he went without. No one else noticed a change, he was grateful for that,
and no one seemed to have gained knowledge about his and Corey’s activities.
Scott was on edge all the same; his cock perpetually half hard whenever he
caught scent of the Chimera lingering on his pack; he viciously painted the
shower tiles with his cum twice a day, fangs throbbing with the need to bite
and claim; he barely managed to recover from his daydreams in class when called
to answer a question, too busy thinking of how Corey’s lips looked stretched
around the base of his cock. Scott wanted to claw the walls and go on a
rampage.
He finally snapped one evening as he returned home late, he hooked his helmet
over his bike’s handle and caught a scent; Corey. A feral grin split his face
as he followed the scent to the nearby forest, on the hunt for his prey.
Scott didn’t bother to hide his approach too much, he deliberately let his
scent loose and purposefully snapped a few twigs; Corey bolted, Scott chased.
It was exhilarating chasing the Chimera through the trees; broken branches
whipping his skin; the thick scent of terror invading his senses; the pulsing
sound of a frightened heartbeat music to his acute ears. Scott barely slowed
down as he started to wrench off his clothes, careful not to rip them but
careless for where they landed. He was furiously hard as he ran within metres
of his prey, if he leapt he could catch.
Scott ran for a few more seconds, gaining precious ground towards Corey, before
he lunged and pinned the wriggling body on it’s front. He snarled and clamped
his teeth over the nape of Corey’s neck, fangs dangerously close to the
jugular; the boy went still and whimpered. Scott removed his teeth and
immediately began to divest Corey of his clothing, tearing off his jacket and
t-shirt as Corey remained passive; Scott wasn’t fooled. As soon as both of
Scott’s hands left Corey’s body for a moment he pushed off the ground and tried
to escape the Alpha, Scott merely caught the back of Corey’s jeans and pulled
him forcefully back to the ground again. Corey’s chin hit the forest floor with
a painful jolt, leaving him dazed for a few seconds; a few seconds that Scott
utilised to remove the offensive jeans covering his prize.
Now mostly naked and dizzy, Corey was barely aware of anything but Scott’s
touch as his fat cheeks were parted and his hole exposed. A wet stripe was
licked from his balls to his crack, lathing his contracted hole with spit.
Scott growled and used a finger to press against the rim, snarling quietly when
it sunk in with a forceful push. Corey was by no means experienced; he was a
quiet boy, practically in chastity when it came to lustful desires. He’d never
imagined that his first experience would include being pinned down on the
filthy forest floor and split in half by his Alpha.
Scott seemed torn between pleasure and outrage at Corey’s tight heat; annoyed
that he had to do all the work and pleased because he wanted to break Corey in
himself. The Alpha raked his claws over Corey’s plump cheeks, thin red lines
marring the skin. He palmed the globes roughly as Corey became more coherent
and tensed to try and bolt again, Scott didn’t give him that chance. He quickly
pinned down the struggling boy on his front with his fangs embedded in Corey’s
neck, Scott’s furiously dripping cock catching on his bitch’s rim before
sinking slowly home.
Corey wailed into the leaves at the unlubricated stretch, Scott’s massive cock
felt like it could tear him to pieces. The teeth embedded in Corey’s neck dug
deeper as Scott finally bottomed out and immediately started shallow, quick
thrusts, each accompanied by a low grunt of the Alpha’s pleasure.
Leaves and dirt covered them both, blood dripped from Corey’s neck, sweat,
precum, tears, drool; it’s filthy . It’s perfect . Scott felt alive in a way he
never has before as he thoroughly ruined Corey’s asshole. It gaped when he
pulled out, just the head of his cock kissing the rim, the muscle gave a weak
attempt to close up but Scott slammed back inside, his balls slapping against
Corey’s thighs.
Corey sunk into total submission as the Alpha breaks him in, turns his mind
inside out when Scott finally relents his teeth to whisper confusion into his
ear; Such a good little slut for me. Everyone’s going to know who you belong to
now. You’ll have to let Mason know he can no longer have you, you know what’ll
happen if he does. You’re mine, my bitch.
Scott ground the quickly swelling base of his cock into Corey’s red ringed
hole, the boy stiffening and soundlessly screaming into the woodland air.
Scott’s growls become hoarser, thicker and more terrifying; his eyes burn
brighter and cast a deep red glow over the nearby trees; muscles bulge as his
form pins down his prey, each limb tipped with sharp, jagged claws; fangs
getting thicker and more abundant in his jaws; his scent amplifies into
something dangerous that makes Corey want to faint in fear. But all Corey can
do is sob silently as his new position in the pack is cemented as his ass
becomes lodged on his Alpha’s fat knot.
The Alpha’s roar echoes across the county as he unloads into his bitch’s ass,
staining and claiming him in every way. Corey’s mind is frantic with pain,
fear, dread and-
Everything goes dark as Scott plunges both sets of claws into Corey’s neck, a
feral grin as he plucks the strings of Corey’s mind, affirming his bitch’s new
desire to please their Master.
===============================================================================
Scott was surprised when Mason approached him, reeking of salty tears and
sadness, asking for advice about Corey. It had taken a little more coaxing, and
another painful forest floor fuck, for Corey to finally break the news to Mason
that they weren’t together anymore. Corey had silently protested for weeks,
despite Scott’s muttered statements about how Mason will only break it off
anyway once he’s seen how beautifully wretched Corey looks around Scott’s cock;
how he was clearly born to be an Alpha’s bitch.
It was never enough. Scott’s patience was wearing thin and he finally cornered
Corey, digging his sharp claws into every inch of flesh and told him all the
wonderful things he’d do to Mason if Corey didn’t comply. Corey finally broke
down sobbing when Scott described how exciting it would be to watch Mason being
torn apart by rabid animals, his insides smeared over the ground like a
gruesome mural. Something flipped in Scott’s stomach as he licked the tears
from Corey’s cheeks, laughing gleefully as the boy curled into him and fought
his own desire to flee from the monster Scott’s becoming; the monster he’s
slowly submitting to.
Mason’s plea for help in understanding Corey’s reasoning was the final nail in
the coffin for their relationship, Mason having come to the only person who
wanted to see Corey truly suffer.
“It’s best to just let him go, Mason.” Scott placated the distressed human,
“Give him space and let him breathe. Move on and find someone else. I’m sure
he’ll be happy knowing you’re not hung up over him.” Mason rubbed a hand over
his face as he digested the Alpha’s tainted advice. Scott wanted to roar in
laughter at how easily manipulated humans were. Mason finally left, to go cry
in a corner probably, with a soft parting comment from Scott, “Don’t worry,
I’ll look out for him.”
Scott pounded into Corey that night, pinned on his back as the Alpha snarled
above him, his limbs slack in defeat, throat dry like sand. Corey kept trying
to look away from the row of savage teeth. They cracked and shifted, more
filling the Alpha’s mouth as Corey’s insides were bruised beyond recognition;
that is, until they healed, ready for Scott to ruin all over again.
The bulging form of flesh over Corey’s body moved and ground it’s knot within
him, muscles stiffening as Scott was wracked with pleasure. Corey was forced to
watch as the Alpha’s face twisted in pleasure as his knot caught, Corey crying
out in pain and anguish. Scott laughed and fucked his knot deeper and deeper,
the enchanting sight of Corey crying making his cock finally explode and paint
Corey’s insides with his seed.
Corey couldn’t think for the despair clouding his mind. A cloud that hovered
over him for a seemingly endless amount of time. His pain and fear towards the
Alpha went unnoticed; Mason rejected any contact with him; the pack’s eyes
swept over his body but they didn’t notice the deep, healing gouges on his back
and neck, nor the bruises around every limb, or the vacant shell he’d become
when the realisation sunk in that he was truly alone in his faint struggle
against the Alpha.
Every week Corey submitted whenever he glimpsed the shift starting to come over
Scott, the acrid form of a monster using him as a fuck toy being the new normal
in his pathetic existence. Every day he slipped a little deeper into his new
role and accepted his place as the Alpha’s bitch, to try and prove otherwise
would only end in more pain; he knew from experience.
The pack was strong with their Alpha’s newfound power, the True Alpha’s
strength was already becoming legendary. Visiting werewolves and the
supernatural alike paid their respects as they passed through, inviting him on
Full Moon hunts; no-one batting an eye at the gleeful torture Scott inflicted
on his kills; no-one commenting as he’d run his bloodied hands over Corey’s
neck before dragging him home to his bed.
===============================================================================
Two Months Later
Scott thinks back on how this all started. An accident really, a feedback loop
that revealed something amazing. He was smart to take advantage of it, to learn
how to control that power and in turn reveal more of his own power. He is a
True Alpha after all. His new form, more muscular, and defined is stronger,
harsher and more lethal than anything they’ve ever seen before. The dominating
roar so intense it has weaker men cowering in terror.
He feels content as he relaxes on his sofa, his pack surrounding him on a
Friday night. Nothing has changed much in the past few months, except Corey is
now content to sit and wait under his Alpha’s gaze, Scott’s claws raking
through the short hairs on his Beta’s neck surreptitiously as they watch a
movie.
Scott doesn’t know how much better it could get now, except... There’s a twitch
in his balls, they haven’t been emptied enough today. He looks to where Corey
is sat slumped against his side, all warm and soft, and he thinks about
dragging him upstairs to hang off his knot for an hour. But he really can’t be
bothered getting up. He lets out a long suffering sigh and, like the good Betas
they are, his pack have left for the night, Corey staying behind as usual.
Corey looks up at the Alpha when a red glow bathes the room, the acrid scent of
Alpha arousal stinging his nose. He immediately perks up to start his task and
sinks to his knees between the Alpha’s legs, where he feeds that thick, veiny
cock into his throat. It's a conditioned response as he drools and gags over
the hard, hot length, his eyes rolling back in his head when Scott forces him
down to the base for a little too long. He fucking loves being choked on his
Alpha’s cock, being shown he’s being good for his Alpha, that someone cares for
him. It’s even better when he unhinges his jaw for the monstrous knot to lodge
behind his teeth, and he relaxes happily at his Alpha’s feet; mouth wrapped
around his Master, pretty words muttered in the air as a comforting, clawed
hand settles on his head.
“Good boy.” Scott murmurs though the full set of fangs thick in his mouth,
already impatient for his second knot of the day to go down so he can drag
Corey outside. To force him to run as Scott gives chase to his prey in his True
Alpha form, where he’ll tackle him into the dirt and mount his prize bitch
again and again.
Life is good.
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