Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/6986167.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      teen_wolf_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Isaac_Lahey, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall,
      (mentioned)_Erica_Reyes, (mentioned)_Vernon_Boyd, Danny_Mahealani
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Fingering, Public_Sex, Kitchen_Sex, Rimming, fletching, Sex
      Toys, insecure_Isaac, Hurt_Isaac, confused_isaac, Knotting, Daddy_Kink,
      BDSM_elements
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hale_Pack
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-27 Updated: 2016-08-23 Chapters: 6/? Words: 14791
****** Little Beta ******
by Edinburghgrl
Summary
     Isaac hadn't had the best childhood, his father was an abusive
     asshole who blamed him for everything and beat him for nothing. It
     wasn't until he met Peter and Derek Hale that his life seemed to get
     better. He took the bite they offered, becoming stronger and faster
     and gaining the type of life he should have always had.
     But Peter was more than just his alpha. Something about the older
     wolf comforts him and has Isaac questioning his sexuality. His father
     always told him he was worthless but Peter makes him feel worthy. Now
     he's struggling to put his past insecurities aside and let himself be
     happy.
Notes
     This story is parallel to You're mine now pet and told from Isaacs
     point of view.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Isaac didn't have that many happy memories for his short life. He remembered
his sixth birthday, where his brother taught him to ride his bike for the first
time, running alongside him incase he fell, which was his biggest fear. He
remembered baking with his mother in their kitchen, her laughter ringing out
when he opened the flour bag too harshly, scattering white powder all over the
counters and them both. He remember being with his dad in the park, chasing a
soccer ball, laughing as he evaded his father who chased him, his own smile
wide as he joked that Isaac was just too good for him.
No he didn't have a lot of happy childhood memories.
Most of his memories were cruel. Violent. Filled with blood and death. His
mothers funeral. His brother being deployed. His father beaten him for the
least little mistake. His brothers funeral. His father locking him in a small
freezer in their basement.
As a child he thought it was his fault. He thought he was bad, useless. His
father certainly never contradicted him. His favour name for Isaac growing up
was 'little bastard'. It wasn't until he started high school that he learnt his
father was wrong. No matter how bad Isaac was, his father should never hit him
and should never beat him so hard he broke bones. By that point however, Isaac
was too scared to speak out.
Then came Peter and Derek Hale. Uncle and nephew. Werewolves. They offered
Isaac the bite. A gift they said. It'll make you stronger they said. No one
will ever make you feel afraid again they said.
They lied.
From the moment he awoke, freshly bitten and healing nicely, he'd feared the
two Hales, more than he'd ever feared his father. As a human he'd sensed
something about them, some predatory danger that made him wary. Now as a wolf
that sense of danger had grown and even weeks after turning, he still felt his
wolf curl up and shiver in fear when in their presence. He should probably be
thankful that he wasn't an actual wolf incase he dribbled all over the floor in
submission.
He supposed it was unfair to say they'd lied. He was stronger - than humans. He
didn't need to be afraid again - of humans. But he'd learnt that humans weren't
the only things in the world.
It wasn't all bad. He'd finally made some friends, his pack mates Erica and
Boyd. He'd never noticed them before, to busy scrapping by in his own life to
bother about others but after spending time with them and getting to know them
he found that they had a lot in common. And Derek, he could probably count him
as a friend. He'd been the one to train Isaac in the beginning, teaching him to
hunt and how to identify emotions based on scent. He'd been hard but fair and
always laughed and hung out with him after.
Peter wasn't too bad either in all honesty. He reminded Isaac of a fox more
than a wolf, always plotting and conniving. But he was a good alpha, willing to
provide anything the teens needed from clothes to games and even gave them an
allowance. He'd been the one to offer Isaac a home when his father died after a
night drinking. In truth, his life wasn't all bad and the happy memories he was
making with his pack were slowly taking place of the bad.
He still had nightmares though. Terrifying dreams of being locked away in a
dark box, screaming for help that never came. Peter was usually the one to come
to him on those nights, curling himself around the teen, soothing him in a way
he hadn't felt since his mother. It was easy, being around the older wolf,
sitting by his chair as the watched television, curling into him as they read
on the couch. And Peter seemed to welcome the contact, never once pushing him
away or telling him off for being too clingy. It seemed natural for their
interactions to shift into a more intimate setting.
The first time something had happened had been an accident. Isaac had had a
nightmare and had crawled into Peters bed, not bothering to wait for the alpha
to approach him. It had woken Peter up but the older man hadn't minded, simple
moving over in his large bed and pulling back the covers for Isaac to join him.
He seemed to be mostly asleep as Isaac climbed in, barely twitching as the boy
got comfortable. It hadn't taken Isaac long to fall back asleep, taking comfort
in having his alpha close.
In the morning the two bodies had gravitated towards each other, Isaac the
little spoon with Peter plastered to his back. The alpha had one arm beneath
his head and the other around his waist, beneath the teens shirt. His muscular
thigh was wedged between Isaacs, pressing against his balls. Like every
morning, Isaac had woken up with an erection tenting his sleep pants. Normally
Peter would wake before the teen and already be in the kitchen enjoying his
coffee while Isaac slept. This time Isaac had awoken first, disoriented and
confused until he felt Peters sizeable cock pressing against his ass.
His reaction confused him. His wolf purred at the contact, eager to please the
alpha and cover himself in his scent. His human side shied away from the sexual
situation, too inexperienced and too afraid to follow through with the urge to
press back against the bulge.
"Shhh baby, it's to early to think." Peter whispered in his ear, his warm
breath sending goosebumps across his skin. The arm around his waist tightened
and Peter hips rocked subtly forward.
"Peter?"
"Don't worry baby, I've got you" Peters had slide across his flesh, exploring
his nipples and and before slipping further and worming their way into the boys
pjs.
Isaacs breath hitched at the feel of a hand not his own. The hand was smooth
and large, cradling his erection and balls easily. It never gripped tightly or
moved other than to fondle and Isaac found he was helpless not to thrust into
it.
"That's right baby, take what you need, let your alpha take care of you." The
sinful voice in his ear whispered as lips brushed the column of his neck. Isaac
arched his back as his wolf purred, rubbing his ass against the cock behind
him. A low rumble vibrated through him in pleasure as Peter pressed closer.
The hand disappeared and Isaac whimpered in dismay only to gasp as his sleep
pants were pulled down to mid thigh and his shirt pushed passed his nipples,
exposing his body. The heat of Peters chest and weight of his cock against his
bare skin was unfamiliar but exciting and his own cock twitched as precum
bubbled from the head. Peters hand returned, wrapping firmly around the length,
stroking slowly. He fingered the tip, collecting the juice that gathered there
and his fingers disappeared again. Isaac looked behind him where Peter was
sucking those fingers, his alpha red eyes hooded in arousal.
"You taste so sweet little beta."
Isaac blushed and turned his head away, unused to compliments. Peter held his
hand out in front of his face, his lips once again pressed against the shell of
his ear.
"Lick it baby, get it nice and wet."
Isaac tongue bathed the palm of his hand tentatively, coating the surface with
saliva, before it once again wrapped around his shaft and pumped him slowly.
The teen wolf moaned, tucking his head back against his alphas shoulder. He
threw the cover back, his eyes locked on his groin in fascination as Peter
loving touched him, bring him closer to orgasm. The alphas own cock had slide
between the boys cheeks, rubbing lewdly across the untouched hole there.
Shivers of pleasure racked the boy as Peter worked him expertly, timing his
strokes to match the thrust of his hips. It soon became too much for Isaac and
with a soft cry he came, covering Peters hand in white sticky cum. Peters hand
moved to the boys ass, rubbing the seed across the valley between his cheeks,
paying special attention to the small rosebud. Isaac rolled onto his stomach,
tilting his head in submission. Peter straddled his thighs, his shaft nestled
against his as as he fucked against him. The alphas lips trailed across his
shoulders and neck, kissing and licking the skin on display. Isaac removed it
in encouragement which seemed to please the alpha greatly.
"So good baby, such a sweet little beta. My precious beta."
The bed rocked with the force of the alphas movements and soon the cock above
him exploded as the alpha growled. For once the wolf in Isaac didn't cower at
the sound, understanding that it was made in pleasure and pleased that he'd
caused it. Thick ropes of cum shot across the teens back, all the way to his
neck and once the alpha had finished he took great delight in rubbing it in,
massaging the boys muscles as he covered him with his scent.
"Now you smell like me little beta, smell like your alpha and sleep and sex. So
good."
Peter tilted Isaacs head around and kissed him once, twice, three times on the
lips.
"I'm so proud of you baby, so proud to have you as my little beta. Do you like
that? Being my little baby beta?"
"Yes alpha." The boy preened.
Peter nuzzled his face against the boy before sighing sadly. "Time to get up
baby. You have school today."
Isaac gave his own sigh as he nodded.
"Will you sleep here tonight? I find I like having my little beta to wake up
with in the morning. And there's no school tomorrow so we don't have to rush
away." Peter asked with a smile.
Isaac nodded again, his wolf rejoicing at the attention from the alpha.
"Thank you baby." Peter kissed him again before moving away. Isaac stretched
before getting up, his mucles relaxed after the orgasm and massage. "Don't use
soap if you shower today baby, I want you to smell like me for as long as you
can."
"Yes alpha."
"Good boy. Off you go or you'll be late."
Isaac returned to his own room and into the ensuite. Every room in the loft had
its own bathroom and large wardrobe and Peter had spoiled him with a large flat
screen television and gaming chair. His walk in wardrobe was full of new
clothes, some of them not yet worn as there was so many. His bed was a massive
four poster made from dark wood with white thin material draped across the top
and down each post. At first he'd thought it girly but he'd grown to love it.
His bathroom was decedent with a large Victorian tub and a waterfall shower.
The counters around his sink held various hair and skin produces as well as a
shaving set he was embarrassed to admit he didn't need.
Isaac stepped into the shower and careful washed away the drying cum beneath
the warm water. He knew from Derek's training that the scent of his alpha would
be on him for a while. He washed quickly, only using soap on his hair before
drying off and dressing in his customery skinny jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed
his bag and made his way to the kitchen where Peter stood against the counter
in only his jeans with a mug of strong smelling columbian coffee in his hands.
At seeing him Isaac paused, unsure and slightly embarrassed in the light of
day.
"Good morning little beta." The alpha grinned, his eyes slowly roaming the
teens body. Isaacs cock twitched at the blatant interest and he stammered a
quick hello before grabbing a banana and excusing himself.
"One moment Isaac." Peter stopped him just as he reached the loft door, a large
metal thing that looked ugly and out of place in his opinion. He turned to face
his alpha, head tucked down and to the side in fear, wondering what he could
have done to upset the man. Peter crowded him against the metal door, both
hands on his hips and his face buried against his neck.
"Mmmm you still smell like me little beta. So good. Such a good boy for your
alpha." The wolfs teeth bit lightly into the tendons of his neck causing Isaac
to cry out in surprised pleasure, arching his hips to rub against Peters. The
older man pushed back once before pulling away far enough to look the teen in
the eye. "That isn't the good morning greeting I was hoping for after earlier."
He commented.
Isaac blushed, still confused about what had happened. He wasn't gay, at least
he didn't think so, had never been interested in men before but being with
Peter had felt right. "Sorry alpha."
"Don't worry baby." The older man told him. He kissed the red faced teen on the
lips, his tongue swiping along the bottom lip once before he pulled back. "Have
a good day at school."
Isaac practically ran out the door when Peter released him, his mind a confused
jumble. One one side, his human side, he was scared. He'd never done anything
sexual with another person before, never even considered doing anything with
another male. Sure he'd enjoyed it and the feel of the older mans cock felt
comfortable and familiar in a way a woman probably wouldn't but he wasn't sure
if he wanted to try anything more.
The other side of him, his wolf was practically vibrating with satisfaction and
happiness beneath his skin. Gone was the fear he had felt around the alpha to
be replaced with excitement and an eagerness to please. The wolf was more than
happy to lift tail for the alpha, uncaring that they both were male.
It reminded him of something Derek once told him, that werewolves didn't worry
about genders. They didn't have have some overpowering urge to procreate as the
species could grow through the bite so gender wasn't really thought about when
choosing a partner.
Derek was waiting for him by his Camero, in his aviator sunglasses and leather
jacket. Isaac quickly muttered an apology and climbed in.
"It's fine." Derek assured him. Isaac had grown to look upon Derek like an
older brother and sometimes wondered if he'd know Cameron, but was too afraid
to ask.
The car ride was quiet at first, Derek not being one to talk much and Isaac to
nervous to ask what he wanted. It wasn't until they'd pulled into the school
car park and Derek cocked an eyebrow at him in question that he finally blurted
it out.
"I think I might me gay." The teen rushed.
"O-Kay. What makes you think that?"
"Well....I..um, I....may have let....Peter jack me off and....and cum on me."
"Okay, so what's the problem. Derek seemed confused and Isaac just stared at
him for a moment.
"I...you...but...you." Was all the boy managed to say before tears welled in
his eyes and he flinched as Derek leaned over to touch him. The older man
placed his hand carefully in Isaacs shoulder, his other still firmly on the
wheel.
"Isaac listen to me carefully. I don't care if your gay, bi or asexual. Peter
doesn't care if your gay, bi or asexual. If anyone does care enough to say
anything, you start breaking bones because the only one who's opinion matters
the most is your own. If something feels good and right then it doesn't matter.
Go for it. Life's too short to worry about what other people think. Ok?"
Isaac merely nodded his head. They sat there in silence until the bell rang and
Isaac left for class. He had a lot to think about.
***************************************
School finally ended and Isaac was eager to get home. He was curios to see how
things would go with Peter but mostly he just wanted to go home and relax. He
hated school and crowds, preferring the quiet safety of home. It was still
strange to him that he felt the loft was more of a home to him than his
father's house ever was.
Derek was in the school lot talking to a classmate, Stiles Stilinski, when he
exited the building. Isaac had no idea what Derek could want with the hyper
human and refrained from listening in to their conversation which seemed to be
tense. He waited for them to finish before going to the car and climbing in.
Derek joined him a moment later and his big body seemed to vibrate in the
chair. Neither spoke as they drove and before long they arrived home. Isaac
sprinted ahead and up to his room, dumping his bag on the floor as he flopped
on his bed.
All during school he'd struggled to concentrate due to his mind being
conflicted. By lunch he'd thought so much about it that he'd had to hide in one
of the bathroom stalls until his boner went down. He was still no closer to
understanding how he felt though. Determined to forget about it for a while, he
rolled off the bed and curled into his gaming chair, hoping an hour or two of
blowing things up would be enough.
***************************************
 
An hour and a half later saw Isaac throwing his controller down in disgust
after being beaten by a kid a world away. Again. Bored and hungry he rose and
moved to his wardrobe, changing into a pair of sweats and an old vest, his
usual work out clothes. One of Derek's additions to the loft was a full gym
where the teen knew he'd find the older man. He figured he'd grab a quick bite
to eat before joining Derek in the gym where he would tire himself out enough
to, hopefully, curb his nightmares.
The moment Isaac stepped into the kitchen, it was like a switch had been
flicked in his brain. Peter was sitting at the table with his laptop, ever
present coffee cup by his elbow and note pad beneath his hand. The alpha looked
up when Isaac entered and a flash of heat shot through the boy as he noticed
Peter was wearing glasses.
"Isaac, I was just thinking about you." The alpha smiled before his gaze turned
heated. "Come here baby."
Isaac moved to his side and Peter placed a hand on his leg, the heat of it like
a brand against his thigh. Isaac leaned down and instinctively nuzzled his face
against Peters.
"Does my little beta need some attention from his alpha?" Peter crooned. The
boy whimpered and tried to get closer. "Alright baby, climb on my lap and I'll
give you all the attention you want."
Peter helped the boy straddle is lap, faces so close their breathes mingled.
Peter licked Isaacs lips, earning a gasp from the boy. His tongue then invaded,
drawing whimpers from the teen. Peter growled lowly and pulled Isaac closer by
the hips, crushing there erections together. His large hands slide into the
grey sweats and Isaac felt the slight sting of claws before something black was
removed and thrown across the room. With a start he realised Peter had ripped
off his underwear.
"Such a good boy for me Isaac, so sweet and tasty. My perfect little beta."
Peters fingers returned to the skin beneath the sweats, kneading the fleshy
mounds in his rough grip. He pulled and squeezed his ass, exposing his pucker,
sending a thrill through Isaac.
"Alpha!" Isaac gcroaned, needy and aroused.
"Shh baby, it's ok. Your alphas going to take good care of you. Would you like
that."
"Please alpha."
"Get the cooking oil baby." Peter commanded with a small slap to the ass. Isaac
scrambled to move, almost tripping over Peter in his haste. He grabbed the
small bottle of olive oil from the counter and back to Peter. "Good boy." The
alpha praised and something inside Isaac glowed with pride, just like every
other time Peters said it to him. The older man guided Isaac to stand between
his legs facing him.
"Lean forward baby, as far as you can."
Isaac gripped Peters shoulders and bent, thrusting his ass out. He felt his
sweats being shoved down, exposing his ass to anyone who might enter the
kitchen. A cold drizzle of oil made its way down his crack to his balls as
Peter tipped the bottle, his large fingers rubbing the greasy substance into
his skin before the tip of his index finger pushed into his tight entrance.
Isaac keened at the sudden invasion, surprised at the pleasure it created.
Peter held still, letting Isaac relax around the digit and the boy slowly
pushed back, groaning lewdly as the finger sunk in.
"Alpha!" The teen begged, not knowing what he needed but needing something.
"Please!"
"Ssh baby, it's ok." Peter whispered, pulling the boy back into his lap. The
new position allowed Peter to push deeper before and he set a slow rhythm,
fucking Isaac gently as the boy whimpered and clutched him.
Isaac couldn't stop his hips from rocking, rubbing his covered cock against
Peter. The older male groaned and pulled him closer, urging him on. A second
finger slide in beside the first and Peter paused as the boy hissed in pain.
The alphas mouth found his nipple through the thin vest, nipping and sucking
the little nubs. Soon Isaac wanted more, pushing against Peters finger once
more. The alpha thrust them harder, stretching the the muscle and playing with
the rim.
Isaac was so close to orgasm, his body vibrating, when Peter spoke. "Don't cum
yet baby boy, don't cum until I tell you to. Can you do that? Can you be a good
boy for your alpha?"
With a groan of disappointment, the teen slumped forward, his cock leaking
heavily leaving a dark stain on the fabric of his sweats. A third finger joined
the others, stretching him to the point of painful. But it was a good pain,
sending his temperature soaring.
"Good boy. So tight and wet."
Peter used his hands, the free one clenching the boys ass cheek, to pull him
closer and rolling his hips up.
A noise on the stair stopped them and Isaac had just enough time to turn on
Peters lap, legs dangling together over one muscular thigh. Peter didn't remove
his fingers, sitting the Isaac in a way that allowed him to continue torturing
the boy. Isaac struggled to keep quiet as Peter stretched him open, hitting a
spot inside him that sent lighting through his system. He sat too straight,
hands in his lap to hide his hard cock, eyes downcast as he tried to sit still.
Peter peppered his neck and shoulder in kisses, licking a path to his ear.
"Do you need to cum baby? Want to cum when Derek gets here? So he can see you,
all red and pretty, lips swollen from my kisses?" Isaac nodded. "Good boy. Your
stretching so well around my fingers. Next time baby, I'll get you on your
knees, your cute little ass in the air as I fuck you open. I'll slide my
fingers in nice and slow, one at a time, fucking you deep. Would you like that
baby?"
"Yes alpha. Please." Isaac clutched peters shirt, absently noting that he was
still perfectly dressed and not a hair out of place.
"I want my tongue in here baby." Peter stated with a thrust of his fingers.
"Will you let me lick your little hole tonight? Eat your sweet ass before I
open you up?"
Isaac whimpered, nodding frantically, willing to let Peter do anything at that
moment.
"Good boy. You make me very happy little beta. Such a good boy for your alpha."
Derek entered the kitchen at that moment and Peter twisted his fingers adding
the fourth as he whispered, "Cum for me baby, let me see your pretty face as
you fill your sweats. Let Derek see what he can't have. He can't have you baby,
can he? Your my little beta aren't you, baby boy?"
Isaac came with a force that shocked him, his whole body tending and pulsing.
He bit his lip, tasting blood as he tried to keep quiet.
"That right baby, only I get to hear that sweet voice. Only I get to hear you
cry as I fuck you." Peter whispered as he rubbed the boys prostate, prolonging
the pleasure for as long as he could.
Isaac slumped against the alpha as his climax subsided, realising that Peter
was talking, calm and collected, with Derek.
"Isaac baby, why don't you show Derek how wonderful you are in the kitchen?"
Isaac blinked for a moment, looking a Derek before blushing and rushing to the
fridge, desperately trying to hide the large stain at his front. He quickly
rustled up a steak with wedges for all of them, giving the born wolves twice as
much before returning to Peter. The alpha patted his thigh, indicating that he
wanted Isaac to sit there and the boy complied happily.
He ate silently, vaguely paying attention to the adults as they talked, his
mind on all the things Peter had done and wanted to do to him. So far all the
things they'd done had been pleasurable and Peter had been gentle and patient.
Isaac saw no reason not to let the older man continue, confident that he would
stop if Isaac asked. Once they had finished and Derek had returned to his room,
Peter told Isaac to go lie down, teasing him that he wouldn't get much sleep
tonight. Isaac blushed and smiled shyly. He rushed up stairs, unable to stop
his grin. He threw himself on the bed and within second he was asleep.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Isaac was awoken by the feeling of the cool night air across his naked ass, two
firm hands kneeling the meaty flesh and a warm wet tongue lapping insistently
at his pucker. It took a moment for his sleep idle brain to process the action
and his body tensed in panic before the strong scent of alpha arousal reached
his nose. His wolf whimpered, pushing back against the wriggling tongue in
pleasure.
"Alpha." He whispered.
"Little beta. You looked so delicious as you slept I couldn't help myself."
Peter crawled over him to cupped his chin, kissing the boy passionately. He
could taste himself on the mans tongue and rather than the repulsion he
expected to feel, a shot of hunger flashed through him. He pushed his hips
back, arching against the alphas chest, presenting his ass for the wolfs
pleasure.
"Mmm, did you like that baby? Waking up to my tongue in your little hole? Shall
I continue?"
"Yes please."
Peter tapped him lightly on the ass, hard enough to sting but soft enough that
he enjoyed it, before rubbing the slight ache.
"Please what baby?"
"Please alpha, please continue."
"Tell me what you want me to do baby boy."
Isaac blushed in embarrassment. Turning his head away.
"Shh baby, it's ok. Don't be embarrassed. I want to make you feel good but I
need you to tell me what you want."
Peter waited patiently as Isaac breathed. Finally the boy whispered, almost too
quiet for even the wolf to hear.
"Please lick my little hole alpha. Please fuck your tongue in my ass."
Peter growled in delight, not expecting the boy to be so dirty.
"Anything for you baby boy." Peter moved back and palmed the boys cheeks. "On
your knees little beta, head down. Present that pretty hole for your alpha."
Isaac did as instructed, his sweats around his knees. Peter wasted no time in
burying his head against him, his thick tongue flicking against the opening,
pushing for entry. Isaac whimpered and keened as the thick muscle stretched
him, his nerve endings dancing in delight. His hands were fisted in the sheet
by his head as he struggled not to cum.
The pad of Peters thumb joined his tongue, both pushing into the tight heat.
Isaacs cock twitched and dripped precum across the cover in time with the
thrusts. He reached hand down to stroke himself only to have Peter grab his
wrist and pin it between his knees.
"Alpha!" The beta cried out petulantly, desperate to cum.
"Not yet baby. You can only cum when I say you can. Trust me."
Isaac nodded though Peter couldn't see him, to busy watching as another finger
breached his rim. It didn't hurt much despite his tightness but he could feel
every ridge and contour as it caressed his wet walls. The digits scissored open
and twisted as they moved, stretching the muscle to allow a third finger.
"Look at that. Your needy little hole's just swallowing my fingers baby boy.
Need your alpha to fill your holes don't you little beta? Stuff them with my
tongue and fingers and cock. Would you like that baby boy?"
"Yes please, anything alpha!"
"Good boy."
Peter added a fourth finger, taking the time to rub the boys prostate harshly
while leaning down and biting the beta on his behind, leaving perfect mark of
ownership.
Isaac cried out and begged to cum. "Please alpha. Feels so good. Please let me
cum."
"Not yet baby."
Peter fucked his fingers inside him while undoing his jeans. Pulled his fingers
free before fitting his cock head in the gaping hole, letting it sit for a
moment. Isaac tensed as something larger was placed inside him, the slight burn
from being overstretched cooling his arousal.
"Alpha?"
"It's okay baby boy, let me make you feel good."
Although Peter pushed in slowly, it still hurt, his girth wider than anything
he'd so far had. Isaac groaned in pain and his cock softened slightly. Once
seated inside, his hips pressed tight against the boys ass, Peter leaned over
and lifted his head, turning it so he could kiss him.
"You feel so good around my cock baby boy, took me so well. Doing so good for
me."
He rocked his hips slightly and Isaac hissed at the pleasant sensation, the
slow drag caressing his walls and prostate with every thrust. Soon the beta was
pushing back, silently begging for more. Peter pumped faster and harder,
fucking the boy at a relentless pace while they kissed. He pulled them both to
their knees, gripping Isaacs hips as he hammered into him. Isaac groaned as his
cock hardened painfully and threatened to explode.
"Alpha, please, I don't think I can hold back anymore."
"Just a little longer baby." Peter snarled, his cock pulsing and twitching as
his own orgasm approached.
Isaac bent forward, gripping the sheet as he fought not to cum, pushing his
hips back to meet the older male. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud in
the room, mingling with Peters grunts and Isaacs whimpers.
"Now baby boy. Cum for me now." The alpha commanded as his own orgasm hit. His
cock seemed to grow inside him, pulse after pulse shorting hot seed into his
stomach. Isaac let go and came, covering the sheet as he yelled out.
"Good boy. Good boy. That's right baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy."
Isaac twitched and groaned at Peters words, his cock spitting. He collapsed
across the bed and Peter fell with him, covering the boy with his larger body.
The feel of his jeans against Isaacs ass were rough compared to the soft shirt
and Isaac realised the alpha hadn't even undressed. The older man was still
cumming, his cock half hard inside him as they lay there, Peter whispering in
his ear.
"Good boy. So good for daddy. Perfect little beta. My perfect boy."
Every time Peter called a good boy and perfect so far had sent a jolt of
arousal and pleasure through him but it was nothing to how aroused he got
hearing the older man refer to himself as daddy. Peter finally softened and
slipped off, rising to undress before helping Isaac remove his own clothes. The
cover was stripped from the bed before both men climbed back in, curling around
each other. Isaac felt Peters cum slowly trickling from his whole and made to
get up but Peter stopped him, tucking his fiingers back inside the boy to plug
him up.
Both men yawned a little between soothing kisses and soft touches and before
long they drifted of to sleep.
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The next morning, Isaac slept later than usual. Peter had taken him twice more
during the night, the first one in the early morning as he lay on his side with
his leg bent back over the older wolfs hip. Peter hadn't waited for him to wake
full before sliding in, the cum already inside him acting as lube. His werewolf
healing had kicked in and made him tighter, earning a growl of pleasure from
his alpha who held his hip in a bruising grip while he pounded his cock inside
his wet channel, his other hand stroking Isaacs cock in time with his thrusts.
Peter is seemed really enjoyed taking dirty, and took great delight in Isaacs
reactions. He whispered endearments and promises into the boys ear, calling him
his good little boy and telling him right and wet he was, how perfect he was
for daddy. Each word had made Isaac hotter and when Peter had nipped at his
neck and commanded him to cum on daddies cock, he'd exploded with Peter not far
behind.
He'd fallen asleep with Peter inside him only to have the wolf wake him again
and pull him on top, encouraging him to ride. Isaac had been to sleepy to do it
properly so Peter had planted his feet on the bed and thrust his hips up,
driving himself into Isaac like a freight train. He'd told the boy to touch
himself, asking him how he liked having daddy's cock in his little hole. Isaac
had moaned and begged to cum, pleading with the wolf every time he was denied
and only after Peter had filled him again was he granted permission and
instructed to make himself cum while Peter watched. The boy had been
embarrassed at first until seeing Peters eyes, hooded and hungry as he watch
the boy stroke himself to completion, all the while telling him how beautiful
he was and how much his daddy wanted him.
By the time Peter had left the bed, Isaacs stomach was full and slightly
bloated from all the cum he'd taken and Peter had used a red butt plug to stop
it all running out.
"Don't take this out today baby, daddy likes knowing your full and ready for
him anytime."
Isaac had merely nodded, to tired to question and Peter had left him to sleep.
Now he was late.
Since taking the bite, Isaac had become one of the schools lacrosse teams star
players aloncg with Boyd and another wolf, Scott. Scott refused to accept Peter
as his alpha, having never asked for the bite, but was granted permission to
stay in the area with his mother under Peters protection. Every second Saturday
the team had practise and Isaac was due on the school field in only thirty
minutes leaving him no time to shower.
The boy ran around, gathering his gear and dressing in his baggiest clothes
when he realised his skinny jeans were too tight, before bounding down stairs
and into the kitchen.
Like yesterday, Peter was seated there, coffee and laptop in front of him.
"Peter?"
"Yes baby?" The older wolf smiled.
"Umm would you give me a lift to the school? I have lacrosse practise."
"Of course."
Peter stood and gathered his keys and they made their way down to the lot.
Peter took Isaacs hand, intertwining their fingers and Isaac blushed like a
schoolgirl causing Peter to grin.
"Did you enjoy last night baby?" He asked as Isaac was putting his seatbelt on.
"Yes alpha."
"Baby, when it's just you and I, I'd like it very much if you'd call me daddy.
You liked it too, last night when I called myself daddy, didn't you?"
"Yes..daddy."
Peter leaned over and kissed him, his tongue slipping easily between the teens
lips. "Good boy." He breathed.
Isaac tried to hide his sudden erection. Something about Peter made him feel
hot and out of control, but also safe and secure. Unlike Derek, Peter drive
safely and it took them twenty minutes instead of only twelve to reach the
school.
"Would you like daddy to take care of this for you baby boy?" Peter asked, his
hand slipping over his jean covered groin.
Isaac merely nodded and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched
Peter pullout his cock and swallow it down. The boy threw his head back harshly
at the feel of Peters throat around the head of his cock. He'd never felt
anything so good, so warm and wet as Peter bobbed his heals, sucking and
licking as he moved. It didn't take very long for Isaac to cum and Peter
swallows every drop before raising his head and kissing Isaac again.
"You better get on the field baby, before someone comes looking."
Isaac nodded and opened the door, the plug in his ass moving against his sweet
spot, reminding Isaac that it was there.
"Umm, daddy?"
"Yes baby?"
"What about the..plug?"
"Don't take it out baby, I want you nice and stretched for me when you come
home so I can lay you across the bed and eat it all out."
Isaac had to take a moment and breath, willing himself not to get an erection.
"Yes daddy."
"I'll come collect you later baby, just let me know when."
"Bye."
Isaac raced to the pitch to find everyone already in gear. He was glad as that
meant he would be alone to change and no one would see the red plug in his ass.
He apologised to coach who asked him if he'd seen Stiles, he told the man no
and ran to the changing room.
He had just pulled of his jeans and bent over to pull up his shorts when he
heard a cough behind him. He spun around so fast he almost fell and found
Danny, the team goalie, looking at him.
"Uh hey Danny, what's up?"
"I left my gloves. Isaac, why do you have a plug in your ass?"
"Umm..." Isaac wasn't sure what to say.
"I thought you were straight?"
The silent teen shook his head a little. "I don't think I am."
"You don't think?"
"Yeah, I haven't really been attracted to girls, not beyond noticing that they
look good and I haven't actually been attracted to guys either but..."
"But?"
"I'm kind of in a relationship?"
"Why did that sound like a question Isaac?"
"We only had sex last night and I'm not really sure what we are at the moment."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes."
"Was he still there in the morning?"
"Yes." He didn't really want to mention that they lived together.
"Just be careful ok, some guys are dicks and only want the sex without the
relationship. Don't let yourself fall for it."
"Thanks Danny." Isaac said, not knowing what else to say. He knew if he'd told
the human that he was with Peter, his guardian, then the other boy would
probably lecture him and tell him that Peter was taking advantage and Isaac
didn't want to doubt Peters motives. He liked what they were doing. He liked
that Peter wanted him and paid attention to him. He liked Peter. He didn't need
his stupid insecurities to creep up and ruin it all.
Isaac slammed his locker door as he finished changing, his previously happy
mood gone.
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Isaac waited until everyone else was leaving before taking a showers. He'd
arranged to hang out with Scott, helping him with his after school job at the
vet clinic. The other wolf had to leave early so Isaac was going to walk there
alone as it wasn't too far. Practise had been brutal, every time he got slammed
down the plug would move as send jolts of pleasure to his cock which, thankful,
was trapped in his jock strap. Peter had replied to his text that he was
hanging out with Scott by telling him to keep the jock strap on. The guy was a
little weird.
He arrived at the clinic quicker than he thought he would and found the other
wolf cleaning out cages. They greeted each other and Isaac pitched in to help.
It was nice talking with Scott, not having to worry about spilling his secret
while also not feeling that if he said the wrong thing he'd get hit. The boy
was surprisingly good at listening and gave good advice.
When Isaac had told him his dilemma about his sexual orientation he'd merely
told the boy, "Whatever feels right is the right choice. You might find later
that you like girls. You might never like guys again after this. Either way,
there isn't really a right and wrong Isaac, that's just societies way of
control."
When Isaac remarked about the advice the dark haired boy grinned crookedly and
told him his best friend Stiles was the advice giver, he just happened to
listen well, earning a laugh from both of them.
By the time the work was done, both boys were starving and ready to go home. He
felt a little better knowing both Scott and Danny knew he was in a
gay...something and neither boy had cared. It went a long way to smooth his
anxiety. Scott offered to give him a lift home so he let Peter know. The alpha
had replied that he was in his office and Isaac was to come to him immediately.
Isaac panicked, wondering what he could have done to upset his alpha and his
wolf whimpered in fear. He climbed the long steps to the loft and quietly
entered, making his way to Peters office. Timidly he knocked on the door and
entered when Peter called.
The moment he shut the door behind him, Peter had him pressed back against it
and was kissing him.
"Sorry if I frightened you baby, I just couldn't get the image of you naked in
only your jockstrap out of my head and my cocks been hard all afternoon."
Isaac laughed in relief, the tension in his body melting away and then laughed
harder as Peter pulled back to look at him with a poured lip and a mock hurt
expression.
"Peter, never make that face again, please."
Peter growled and smacked the boy on the ass causing him to gasp. "What do you
call me when we're alone baby?"
"Daddy. Sorry."
Peter undid his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers and slid his
hand over the pink skin his hit had made, soothing it. "That's alright baby,
daddy forgives you." He told the boy with a smile as he leaned down to kiss him
again.
Isaac could feel Peters erection against his stomach, hard and heavy. The
jockstrap he wore confined his own cock, restricting the blood flow so he
couldn't harden.
"Strip for me baby."
Isaac practically tore his clothes off as Peter watched him hungrily.
"Good boy. Now turn around and put your hands on the door. Don't move them."
Once the boy was in place Peter gripped his hips and pulled them back, causing.
Isaac to bed forward slightly. He placed his head against the cold wood as
Peter fingered the plug, pulling at it slightly.
"You look so sexy right now little beta. Your ass a lovely shade of pink and
the red plug hiding your little hole. What would you like me to do to you baby?
How can daddy reward his boy for being so good?"
"Eat me daddy. I want to feel your tongue inside me."
Pester growled, his hands clenching. "Such a dirty boy for daddy, aren't you.
Ok baby. Daddy will eat out your sweet ass. Spread your legs."
Peter knelt behind him and pulled the plug out slightly before pushing it back
in, fucking the boy with the red plastic.
"Daddy!" Isaac cried out. "Don't tease!"
Peter laughed in delight. "Sorry baby, I just love that little whine in your
voice and can't help myself."
The plug was pulled out and Peter spread his cheeks. "Push out for me baby."
Isaac did as he was told and felt the warm slimy cum leak from his hole and
dribble down his balls before Peter licked it up and thrust his tongue inside
the loose pucker. He cried out as his alpha fucked him, scooping the cum from
inside his and cleaning his channel. It soon became to much and Isaac needed
more.
"Fuck me. Please daddy, fuck me."
"Yes baby boy." Peter snarled
The sound of buttons popping and rolling across the wooden floor and the tear
of fabric was all that could be heard for a moment before Peters cock was
thrust hard into Isaacs channel. The alpha clamped his sharp teeth into the
boys shoulder as he pumped, driving Isaac into the door.
Isaac could feel the extra hair along his back, telling him that Peter had
shifted. He groaned as Peter hit his sweet spot over and over, his cock trying
to harden inside its covering.
"Please daddy, need to cum." He whined.
Peter tore the strap from his body and cupped his rapidly hardening cock. "Cum
for daddy baby boy."
Isaac screamed as he came, his body clenching around Peter who thrust harder
and faster. He pounded the boy viciously, his knot catching on the rim with
every thrust as it grew until it became so large he had to force it back in. He
couldn't move save for grounding his cock, rubbing the boys prostate as the boy
whimpered.
"Daddy?"
"Just my knot baby. Going to fill you up little beta, keep you full so everyone
knows your mine."
Isaac hardened again as his prostate was stimulated and he climaxed with a weak
yell, squeezing Peters knot. The older wolf howled as he shot his seed inside
the young beta, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through him. His legs
threatened to buckle from the pleasure and he was forced to brace against Isaac
to keep standing.
Once he could walk again, he picked Isaac up and carried him to the desk all
while the boy made little pleased whimpers with every step. Peter sat on his
chair, Isaac in his lap and cuddled the boy to him.
"Daddy?"
"Ssh baby boy, I'm here. Just relax."
Isaac nodded and let his alpha take care of him, running soothing hands across
his body and kissing the skin of his neck and shoulder. They say in silence,
both lost in their own thoughts as they waited for Peters knot to go down.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Once Peter could safely pull out, he'd lay Isaac across the table and checked
for damages, fingering the red and sensitive rim carefully.
"I'm sorry Isaac, I never meant to knot you."
At first Isaac didn't think about the fact that Peter had called him by his
first name, something he hadn't done in weeks. It wasn't until the older mans
had handed him his clothes dismissed him with the excuse that he had work to do
that Isaac realised that Peters tone had been hard and..normal. The same tone
he used on Erica and Boyd. The older wolf also hadn't looked at him as he'd
dressed instead moving around the room as if searching for something. When he
escorted Isaac out he also hadn't kissed the boy, like he had every other time.
Isaac didn't know what to make of Peters sudden behaviour and went to his room,
stripping off before jumping in a shower and scrubbing the evidence. He tried
not to let Peters strange mood get to him but his wolf was whimpering in
distress and Isaac found himself crying as he curled up on the shower floor.
For the first time regretting what he'd done.
He didn't know how long he'd sat like that but the water had turned cold at
some point and he was pulled from his depressive thought by a knock at the
bathroom door.
"Isaac?"
It was Peter. Isaac debated ignoring it but his submissive nature would not let
him displease his alpha that way. He turned off the water and wrapped a towel
around his hips before pulling the door open.
"Daddy?"
Peter flinched slightly, unable to hide his reaction and Isaac was horrified as
his suspicions were confirmed.
"I need to go out and Derek is busy, would you mind telling him when you go
down to eat?"
"Yes alpha."
"Thank you."
Peter walked away quickly and Isaac brushed the tears from his face. What had
he done? What was wrong with him that Peter no longer wanted him? He dressed
quickly in his training gear, determine to forget it for now. He ran down to
the kitchen and was shocked at what he saw.
At the table, naked and covered in bruises and bite marks, was his classmate
Stiles. He was sitting on Derek's lap, or more precisely, on Derek's cock,
eating some grilled cheese sandwiches.
"Umm...Derek?" Isaac called out to gain the older mans attention. He saw Stiles
tense, his body screaming out with shame at being caught.
Derek turned to him with a smile. "Isaac. What's up?"
"Peter went out and asked me to let you know."
"Thanks kid. You hungry."
Isaac nodded automatically and it wasn't until Derek invited him to eat with
them that he realised he should have kept his mouth shut. He made himself some
pasta with chicken and by the time it was ready Derek had finished his own meal
and was feeding Stiles by hand, whom he'd moved to the floor by his chair.
"Isaac you know Stiles right?"
"Uh yeah." Isaac drawled.
"Good. Good. Stiles will be around the loft a lot in future. He'll be with me."
"Okay." He wondered why Derek was telling him this.
"He'll mostly be naked and bound in some way so if he looks to be in pain or
uncomfortable, don't worry, just let me know. Ok?"
"Uh sure." Isaac ate his meal slowly, his eyes flicking to Stiles quiet form
every so often. He'd never seen the kid so quiet or so still.
Derek fed him the last bite of sandwiches and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Well done pet, I think you earned your dessert. Come here." The older wolf
pulled the boys collar, forcing him to shuffle to the space between his knees.
Stiles looked at Isaac once, his face red with embarrassment before allowing
Derek to use his mouth.
Food forgotten, Isaac could only stare as Stiles took Derek's fat cock into his
mouth, all the way to the base, in one long go. He realised he looked shocked
when Derek laughed, pulling his gaze away.
"What's wrong Isaac, never seen a guy get his cock sucked before?"
Isaac shook his head and wondered if Peter would forgive him if he did that to
him.
"Would you...can you teach me to do that?"
Derek stopped moving Stiles head, leaving the boy with only half his cock in
his mouth as he looked at Isaac in surprise.
"You want to learn to suck cock?"
Isaac nodded even as he turned red.
"Sure." Derek said after a few moments. "Come over here and watch."
Isaac moved to kneel beside Derek and noticed that Stiles hands where linked
behind his back.
"Ok, first you have to remember to get it wet. No one likes a dry suck." Derek
instructed as he pulled Stiles head from his cock. "Show Isaac how to to it wet
pet."
Stiles licked Derek's cock, paying close attention to the head as he covered in
saliva. "Next you take the head in your mouth," Stiles did this without
prompting, "and suck it a little, work your tongue around it and into the slit.
Fuck...good boy pet."
"Why do you call him pet?"
"Because that's what he is. He's my pet and I'm his master."
Isaac nodded though he didn't really understand.
"Then you have to move your head down, taking as much of the cock as you can.
You won't be able to take it all at once, not without training, but you'll get
better the more you do it. Stiles here just had an intensive training course to
learn quickly and get rid of that pesky gag reflex, didn't you pet?"
The human pulled back to answer with a simple yes master before returning to
his task. Isaac watched in fascination as his throat bulged everything he
moved, the fat shaft pushing inside creating a lump that was clearly visible.
"Does Peter like blow jobs?"
Derek laughed. "Peter loved blow jobs. Isn't that right pet."
"How would Stiles know?" Isaac asked with a frown, aware of the jealousy that
tainted his tone.
"Who do you think helped me train him."
Isaac didn't know how to feel. Peter had let Stiles blow him, even after
everything he'd done with Isaac. Was Danny right? Did Peter only want sex from
him?
"What's wrong?" Derek asked in a gently voice.
"I thought Peter wanted me." He whispered.
Derek pulled Stiles free and pushed him back, tucking his cock in before
turning to Isaac.
"Hey, listen. Peter does want you. Why would you think otherwise?"
"He stopped calling me baby and when he spoke he sounded...normal. Like how he
speaks to Erica and Boyd. I think I did something wrong."
"I doubt that kiddo. Don't worry about it, Peters a little...weird but he does
want you."
"Then why did he let Stiles blow him?"
Derek seemed to be at a loss for what to say. Isaac just smiled sadly. "Don't
worry about it Derek, I'm used to being a disappointment. I'm going to head
back upstairs. Sorry I ruined your blow job." He didn't give the older man a
chance to speak before he left, running upstairs before the tears could fall.
He threw himself on the bed and cried, his demons plaguing him. His father's
voice was so clear he almost looked over his shoulder, expecting to see the old
man standing at the foot of the bed. He could hear his taunts. Useless.
Worthless. Hopeless. Stupid. Bastard. Nobody loves you. Nobody wants you.
Nobody cares. And for the first time in weeks he believed them.
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Isaac bladder finally made the decision of wether he was ever leaving the bed
again and as he stood in the bathroom his stomach rumbled to remind him that he
hadn't actually eaten any of the pasta he'd made. Hoping not to run in to
anyone he returned to the kitchen and threw together a couple of sandwiches and
grabbed various crisps, sweets and juice to stash in his room. Unfortunately
just as his foot hit the first step of the iron staircase, Peter entered the
loft.
Isaac automatically turned at the noise of the door opening and when he saw
Peter he quickly tilted his eyes down and away, falling back into the habit of
trying to make himself seem smaller. A hard thing for a boy of almost six feet
to do. Peter paused before closing the door and hovered before striding over to
Isaac. Without thought the boy flinched and shock flittered over Peters face.
Isaac practical ran to his room, leaving Peter standing there.
It was a few hour later that Isaac heard the quiet knock on his bedroom door
before it opened and Peter entered. He looked...disheveled, something that
Peter never let himself be. His usually well kept hair was standing up as if
he'd spent hours running his fingers through it. The top two buttons of his
blue shirt were unbuttoned and the arms rolled past his elbow, it was also only
half tucked in.
"Isaac, I....." He started to say, his voice slurring slightly and Isaac
noticed he was unsteady on his feet. Fear and panic shot through him as
memories assaulted him. He curled up into a ball in the bed, waiting for the
alpha to scream and attack him.
Peter noticed his reaction and dropped to the side of the bed, in his knees
with his arms resting on the covers.
"No baby, please don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you."
He begged.
Isaac watched him as he clambered onto the bed, unable to relax despite the
alphas words. To many times he'd watched his father drink only to take the
brunt of his anger once the man had caught sight of him.
"I'm sorry baby boy. I'm sorry I left you like I did earlier. I never meant to
hurt you, I swear, I just...I panicked."
"Why." Isaac whispered.
"I knotted you little beta. I know you don't understand the significance of
that but please trust me when I tell you that knotting someone is a big deal
for us."
"What does it mean?"
"A wolf only knots someone they want, someone they trust. It's a sign
of..loyalty and commitment."
"Then why did you let Stiles..suck you?"
"I did that before I knotted you. It's no excuse I know but...I knew I trusted
you but knotting is..more."
"But why Stiles. Am I not..good enough. I can learn. I can be good I promise."
To Isaacs shame, tears flowed from his eyes as he spoke, his voice pleading.
"No baby, no. Please don't every think you aren't enough." Peter crawled to
kneel before him, cupping his face in his large hands. "You are more than
enough, I swear. With Stiles...it was a control thing, an alpha thing. But with
you it's more. I want you because your smart and funny and beautiful. Your
gentle and kind and all the things I'm not."
Isaac didn't know what to say or to believe. He was still learning as a wolf,
new instincts rising everyday. When he'd learn that Stiles had been with Peter
he had wanted to tear the boy apart for touching his alpha and the only thing
that stopped him was that the boy was Derek's. He didn't understand his desire
for Peter either. Yes the man was hot for his age and damn good in bed but it
didn't explain the urge to please him, to care for him.
"Isaac, baby, say something please."
"I don't know what to say."
"Say I can stay with you. No sex, just..sleep. I want to hold you."
Isaac nodded and Peter smiled. He had a beautiful smile, when it was real
anyway. They moved to get ready for bed, Peter stripping to his boxers and
Isaac into a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt. The moment Isaac climbed
beneath the covers, Peter plastered himself to his back, his arms like bands
around his waist. The older wolf rumbled in pleasure as he rubbed his face
against the boys neck, scenting him. Isaac had to hide his grin behind his
hand.
"Can we start again Isaac? Can we do this properly?"
"You mean like...dates and stuff?"
Peter chuckled. "Yes I mean dates and stuff. We can take it slow. No sex until
you're ready. Just...let me try again?"
"But..."
"what baby?"
"I liked the sex." Isaac pouted. He liked the idea of dates but didn't want to
give up the sex now that he was getting it regularly.
Peter laughed, sending vibrations through Isaacs body that hardened his cock
and had him squirming. He pushed back, more to tease than anything, only to
find Peter hard as well.
"Isaac." Peter warned, his hand gripping the boys hip to prevent further
movements.
"Please alpha." Isaac whispered, tilting his head to the side.
Peter dragged him back, grinding his bower covered member against the boys ass.
"I thought I told you to call me daddy when it was just us baby boy." The wolf
whispered sinfully in his ear.
Isaac groaned. "Daddy." He sighed as the tension fled his body.
Peter rolled Isaac into his back and straddled the boys thighs, staring down at
at the teen. Isaac watched with wide as as he shuffled back, taking the sleep
pants with him until he sat at his feet. The older wolf picked up his left foot
and kissed the big toe before sucking it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving
Isaacs. He'd never thought of his feet as sexy but watching Peter give him a
toe job sent a jolt straight to his cock. Once Peter was finished he kissed and
sucked the skin is his ankle, working slowly towards his thigh while bending
his leg. He finally reached the joint where is leg met his hip and just when
Isaac thought he'd touch his cock, Peter moved to repeat the performance with
his right leg.
He groaned at the teasing, pushing his hips into Peter face as the man once
again neared his cock. Peter merely ignored him and started on his stomach,
kissing and biting the skin, following the thin trail of hair from his naval to
his chest. He liked a path to his right nipple, flicking his tongue over the
nub before biting down. Isaac cried out as cock twitched, precum smearing over
Peters stomach where the older man touched him. It was there only other point
of contact, the alpha being sure not to touch the boy with anywhere except with
his mouth and the tip of his cock. Isaac growled in frustration, needing the
friction.
"Daddy!" He complained as Peter yet again evaded his attempt to rub against him
while the man played with his sensitive nipples.
"Hush baby boy. Be good for daddy."
Peter moved to the boys neck and shoulders, sucking a hickie into the skin
where they met before nipping his jaw. Isaac welcomed the wolfs tongue as it
slipped into his mouth, kissing him hungrily. Dominating him. He reached out to
grip the alphas hair only for him to pull back.
"Hands on the bed little beta."
"Please!"
"Do as your told. Or do I have to tie them up."
Isaac remembered Stiles in the kitchen, bound and helpless as Derek used him
for his pleasure and the thought of Peter doing that to him should frighten him
but the submission turned him on so much, he came with a cry, covering Peters
stomach with semen.
"Did you just cum baby? Just from imagining daddy tiring you up?"
"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to." Isaac looked away in embarrassment but
Peter wouldn't let him, gripping his jaw and forcing his head back around.
"Tell me little beta, what where you thinking off as you came?"
St first Isaac couldn't say, he wasn't sure what it had been, the idea of
sucking Peter, letting the man push his thick cock into his mouth and flooding
it with seed or the thought of being tied up, unable to stop Peter from taking
him anyway he wanted. He knew, as a werewolf that he could break an bondage not
made with mountain ash or wolfsbane so he wasn't completely helpless but the
implication was there. The thought alone set his cock hardening.
"You tying me up daddy and taking me. Being helpless to stop you."
"You know you'll never truly be helpless against me though Isaac don't you? I
could never use mountain ash or wolfsbane against you and you have the strength
to break any other restraints."
Isaac nodded quickly in understanding. He didn't understand, given his past,
how he could want it but he know that if he needed to, Peter would stop at any
time.
"Ok baby, we'll try it one day, but not right now. I want you to research a bit
first, see what you'll really be getting yourself into because if we do this,
we do it properly, no half measures. Understand?"
"Yes daddy."
"Good boy. Now I can feel your hard little cock pressing against me, shall I do
something about it?"
"It's not little!" Isaac pouted.
Peter sat back and positioned them with Isaacs bottom in his lap, their cocks
pressed together. Sure enough, compared to Peters, his cock looked tiny at a
mere six and a half inches but Peters was thicker and only a little longer.
"Compared to daddy you are baby boy." Peter teased.
Isaac lifted his hips, rubbing their members together, turning Peters laugh
into a groan. Peter let him, watching as the head of the boys cock caught on
the underside of his own before sliding over the tip. It didn't take long
before the old wolf was spitting on his hand and gripping their cocks, rubbing
them together as he leaned over and kissed Isaac. Their mouths crashed together
over and over as Peter picked up the pace, twisting his wrist as he rubbed the
heads. Isaac was close despite coming once already.
"Daddy....I'm close."
"Come for me baby. Cum for daddy."
With a cry he did, filling Peters hand. Peter used the sticky mess to tug on
his own shaft, leaning further and aiming his release in the boys stomach and
chest. He snarled as he climaxed, throwing his head back, the tendons of his
thick neck standing out as his whole body shook. By the time he was finished he
was panting and collapsed beside Isaac in the bed. He pulled the boy close,
rubbing the cum into his skin like a brand.
"Go to sleep baby, we have a date tomorrow." Peter yawned.
"Really! Where?" Isaac asked in excitement. Peter just chuckled and ignored
him, tucking his head into the young wolfs neck and letting sleep take him.
"Daddy? Daddy? Daddy!" Isaac called out before giving up and rolling over.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Isaac woke to an empty bed and the sound of his shower running. He yawned,
stretching his arms above his head and grinned at the smell of Peter on his
sheets and skin. He clambered to get out of bed and made his way to the en-
suite. Peter stood beneath the spray, his hard body wet and glistening in the
water. Isaac felt his cock hardening at the realisation that he got to have
that all to himself.
Silently he moved to climb into the shower and wrapped his hands around Peter's
waist. They were roughly the same height, Isaacs head coming to Peter's
shoulder and the teen lay a kiss there.
"Good morning." Peter chuckled.
"Morning." Isaac yawned, snuggling closer to Peter.
Peter removed the boys arms and turned, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. He
could feel the alphas cock, hard and ready, against his own and he shamelessly
rubbed himself against it. Peter growled, pulling the boy closer before
hoisting him up into his arms. Isaac wrapped his body around the older mans,
grinding their cocks together as Peter turned them towards the wall.
"Hungry for daddy baby? Need me to fill you up?"
"Yes daddy, please." Isaac whined.
Peter kissed him harshly as he got his cock against the boys hole, the water
and soap from the shower acting as lube as he pushed his way inside. Isaac
cried out at the burn as Peter's cock stretched him open, rearranging muscles
and organs as it buried itself as deep as it could.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good. Such a tight little hole for daddy."
"All your daddy. Only yours."
Peter growled as he pulled back out. "Damn right it's mine!" With a snarl, he
punched his hips forward, driving into Isaac with enough force that the boy
slid up the wall.
Isaac cried out in painful pleasure, his nails digging into the meat of Peter's
shoulder. Peter buried his face against his neck as he fucked him, his clawed
hands spreading Isaacs cheeks to get deeper. He growled and snarled against the
boys skin with each thrust, spearing him deeper and harder. Isaac was a mess,
crying and screaming as Peter hit his prostate every time. He needed to cum,
his body winding tighter as his orgasm approached.
"Daddy!" He yelled out as his cock exploded, his cum covering them from the
neck down, in long ropes. Peter gave his own roar as he forced his knot inside
the boys tight entrance, locking them together as he pumped him full. Panting,
he knelt down, turning them gently so that Isaac was straddling Peter, the
boy's body boneless and weak.
"Mine." Peter growled, kissing the bruises he'd bitten across the boys neck.
Isaac giggled and snuggled closer, feeling safe and happy for the first time in
as long as he can remember.
The sat like that until Peter could pull out, his half hard cock glistening
from the cum inside Isaac.
"Baby, clean me up." Peter whispered, guiding Isaacs head down.
At first the boy was hesitant, until he remembered the look on Derek's face
when Stiles did the same to him. Slowly he flicked his tongue out, licking the
head and slit. Peter hissed, his hands fisting. Isaac looked up to see his
alphas red eyes staring intently at him. He kissed his way to the base, licking
the mix of Peter and himself from the mans body. Peter's cock hardened in his
mouth, the scent of sex and alpha filling his nose. With a whimper, he sucked
Peter down, taking as much as he could inside his mouth.
"Urg, baby! Yes. God you have a talented little tongue." Peter groaned as Isaac
worked the top half of his cock, all he could manage of the thick shaft, while
stroking his hand across the base.
"That's right baby, take what you can. Soon I'll teach you to take it all down
that pretty throat of yours." The alpha tells him.
Isaac hums happily, eager to please his alpha. Soon he can feel Peter's knot
beneath his palm, it's pulsing beat growing faster as it grew. He tightened his
grip, earning a groan from Peter as he thrust his hips, pushing the head of his
cock past the entrance to his throat, causing Isaac to gag. Without warning
Peter came with a shout, filling Isaac's mouth. The boy tried to drink it all
down but there was too much, the semen dribbling down his chin.
Peter pulls him off, shooting the last of his cum across his neck. "Fuck! You
look like a little slut baby. My little slut. Cum across your face, your lips
swollen and your eyes red and wet. I'm going to have to fuck your pretty face
more often." Peter smiles.
Isaac blushes at Peter's words and licks his lips. Peter growls and pulls the
boy close, sucking and biting his red lips, licking his seed from the boys face
before plunging his tongue into his mouth. After their filthy kiss, he slaps
the boys ass and stands.
"Come on. Get ready. We have a long day a head of us."
Isaac smiles wide, remembering Peter's promise the night before. They were
going on a date. He turned to shower as Peter left, drying his body as he went
to dress. Isaac didn't use soap, instincts telling him to leave Peter's scent
on his body and once the sticky cum was gone he climbed out and went to dress
himself.
Peter was in the kitchen by the time Isaac arrived, the ever present cup of
coffee at his side and the newspaper before him.
"So...what are we doing today?"
"Well the art gallery had a new exhibition showing. I thought we could go and
then maybe have dinner?"
Isaac had confided in Peter shortly after accepting the bite, of his love for
art. His mother used to take him to the gallery as a child and she would spend
hours painting and drawing with him at home. He'd done a few pictures but had
never had the courage to show anyone, until Peter. Peter had told him he was
good, despite his own thought to the contrary. He'd bought him art supplies and
easels, encouraging him to continue. They'd spent many a night talking and
laughing as they discussed various artists and their work.
"That sound great." Isaac beamed. Peter seemed to sigh in relief and Isaac
realised the older man, for all the confidence he exuded, was as nervous as he
was.
He walked around the table and climbed into his lap, wrapping his arms around
the alpha and kissing him sweetly. "It's gonna be wonderful." He whispered.
"And if your lucky, you might even get a good night kiss." He teased.
Peter laughed in delight at the boys humour. "If I'm lucky huh?" His own arms
found their way around Isaacs waist, pulling the teen closer as he nipped the
junction between his neck and shoulder. Isaac whimpered as his cock twitched,
arousal seeping through the air. "I plan to be very lucky baby, and give you a
long goodnight kiss." Peter whispered, his had moving down to press against his
hole. "Right here."
"Mmmm maybe we can skip the gallery and have dinner in." Isaac suggested.
Peter laughed and lifted the boy up, standing him on his own two feet. "Nope."
Isaac pouted but moved to make his breakfast as Peter finished his coffee. He
doubted Peter had eaten so made enough for both of them and placed it on the
table, climbing back onto his lap. They giggled to each other, talking low as
Isaac fed them small bites of bagel and sausage, sighing when Peter sucked the
juice form his fingers.
They were shocked from their own little world by the quiet clearing of a
throat. Looking up they spotted Stiles by the door.
"Stiles. Is everything ok?" Peter asked in concern.
"Umm. I was going to make some food for me and...and Derek. If that's ok?"
"Of course. Please help yourself." Peter looked shocked at the boys words and
Isaac wondered why.
He watched as Stiles moved around the kitchen, taking care for stay as far from
them as possible. He wasn't happy to note that Peter also watched the boy, but
kept quiet as the alphas face was more thoughtful and calculating than lustful.
But the time Stiles was finished, Isaac had washed their plate and was heading
back upstairs to finish getting ready, at Peter's insistence. He wandered up
the stairs and into his room, leaving the door slightly open and shamelessly
listening to the couple downstairs.
"How are you feeling Stiles?" Peter asked the boy.
"Fine." Stiles replied hesitantly. Their was something off about his tone that
Isaac couldn't place.
"I understand you had a little...misunderstanding with Derek."
"If you call rape a misunderstanding." Stiles snarled.
Isaac had to cover his mouth to silence his gasp of shock. Derek raped Stiles?
No. No way. Derek wouldn't do that.
"Really Stiles. Can you honestly say that you didn't enjoy what he did to you?"
Peter smirked.
Stiles didn't reply and Peter chuckled. "As I thought. Now here's what's going
to happen." Peter tone turned hard and the sound of his chair scraping against
the floor almost covered the quiet steps of Stiles retreating. There was a
small struggle and Stiles let out a gasp of pain. "You are going to go home
tonight. You will wait three days. Then you will come crawling back to Derek
and forgive him. You will ask him to be your master. You will like everything
he does to you and you will beg for more. Every ounce of pain will turn you on.
You will never ask him to stop. You will be a good little submissive to my
nephew. Do you understand." Peter commanded.
"Y.yes." Stiles stammered, his voice thick with tears.
"From this moment on Stiles, you are a natural submissive. You need to be
owned. You need to be dominated. You need Derek to take control." Stiles'
breathing calmed and his scent went funny as Peter commanded him. "What are you
Stiles."
"I'm a submissive." The boy said, his time normal.
"Who's submissive."
"Derek's."
"What do you want Stiles."
"To be owned."
"By who?"
"Derek."
"Good pet." Peter crooned and Stiles sighed happily.
"Thank you alpha."
"You're welcome, pet. Anything for my betas."
Isaac silently closed the door, unsure what just happened. What had Peter done
to Stiles? He stumbled over to the bed, his legs weak.
Just as he sat on the soft comforter, the door opened and Peter entered, his
face happy. Their was no sign of the man in the kitchen, the harsh monster that
Isaac had heard.
"Isaac?" Peter asked in confusion, his face concerned.
"What did you do to Stiles?"
Peter's face hardens. "You were listening."
"What did you do!" Isaac cried out.
Peter marched over to the bed, grabbing Isaac by the throat and pinning him
down. "Don't take that tone with me baby boy. Not unless you want me to punish
you. I am still your alpha and you will show me respect." The wolf snarled.
"Let..me..go." Isaac struggled to speak. Peter wasn't holding him tight enough
to choke him, but he would definitely have bruises.
"I think you need to have a little nap, baby. It might make you feel better."
Peter smirked before covering Isaacs face with one large hand, cutting of his
air. Isaac struggled until his vision went black and his body limp.
***** Chapter 5 *****
saac woke to the feel of a hot, wet mouth around his cock. He grinned as his
eyes slowly opened, falling on Peter's dark hair as the alpha swallowed him to
the root.
"Urg." The boy grunted. "Daddy."
"About time you woke up baby boy." Peter grinned, pulling back to spread Isaacs
legs lewdly.
He pumped his cock twice before lining it up with Isaacs hole, gripping his
hips tightly and shoving in as deep and as hard as he could. Isaac cried out at
the invasion, his muscles spasming as they struggled to loosen fast enough.
Peter gave him no time before he was pounding into him, their hips crashing
together painfully. Each thrust brushed Isaac's prostate deliberately,
countering the strain of the thick shaft stretching the too tight channel.
"Fuck baby. I could fuck you pretty hole all day. Just bend you over and shove
my cock inside your little cunt." Peter growled.
A flood of arousal flashed through Isaac. Peter had never spoken to him like
that before and he didn't know how to take it.
"My beautiful little beta. My little slut. Mine." Peter growled against his ear
as he hoisted Isaacs leg higher, shoving it over his shoulder to gain more room
inside him.
Isaacs cock was twitching, rubbing deliciously against the hair lining Peter's
stomach. He groaned and writhed as Peter fucked him, whispering filth in his
ear until, with a howl, the boy climaxed, coating Peter's stomach and chest in
milky cum. Peter wasn't far behind, his knot catching on Isaacs sensitive rim
with each thrust. When if finally became to large, the alpha gripped Isaac
roughly, grinding against his prostate. Isaac squeezed his muscles hard,
tightening his channel and Peter roared as he emptied his seed inside his beta.
They dozed lightly as they waited for the knot to shrink, Peter kissing Isaacs
neck delicately. The alpha blanketed the boy, covering him completely beneath
his hard frame.
"Mmmm what a way to wake up." The teen stated leisurely.
"Mmmm wake you up like that every morning baby. Fill you with my seed before I
send you off to school. Plug it in until I can bend you over and fill you
again."
Isaac laughed, snuggling closer. "What are we doing today?"
"I was going to take you out, but now I want to just fuck you into the
mattress." Peter replied, thrusting his hips and stretching the boys loose rim,
his thick shaft filling quickly inside the boys heated tunnel.
"Mmmm sounds nice."
"Maybe I should get a few toys from Derek, keep you locked up and at my mercy."
Isaac groaned at the image, his body restrained and at his alphas command. He
felt his own cock harden. "We could do that." He agreed breathlessly.
"Mmmm little slut." The alpha chuckled, moving down to suck on the boys
nipples. "You'd let me do anything to you wouldn't you baby."
"Uh-huh." Isaac groaned.
"Let me clamp these pretty titties of yours, stretch them out until their big
and fat and juicy."
Isaac writhed beneath the mans mouth, his nipples sore and sensitive beneath
his tongue. "Daddy!"
"Let me tie up this pretty cock of yours, keep you hard and wanting all day."
Peter gripped his cock loosely, barely giving any friction as he pumped it.
"Please!"
"Let me stuff your little slut hole with anything I wanted. Stretch you wide as
you can go before I fuck you."
"Alpha!"
"Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy."
Isaac's climax was fast but no less enjoyable than the last, his body bowing as
he cried out in pleasure.
Peter's knot reemerged, locking them together once again as he was filled to
the brim with cum. He could feel his stomach distending, bloating out as more
and more semen filled it.
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It was hours later that they emerged from the bedroom, sated and happy from the
many rounds of sex. Peter had kept his sinful promise to plug Isaac, sliding a
medium black plug into his red, sloppy hole before letting him shower, leaving
the boy's stomach bloated and full. Peter took great delight in rubbing it,
much to Isaac's embarrassment.
They'd dressed up for dinner as Peter had reserved a table at a high class
restaurant, the only one in Beacon Hills, for their date. It had been a
struggle for Isaac to find clothes that fit over his extended abdomen but he
had, a pair of black slacks and a crisp blue shirt. While fixing his collar,
he'd found four small scars lining the back of his neck, scars he couldn't
remember getting. When he'd asked Peter, the older man had shrugged it off,
claiming he must have held the boy's neck too tightly that last time, where
he'd pinned I'm down over the large blanket chest at the base of his bed while
he'd fucked him. Isaac had blushed and let it go, not ready for another round
just yet.
They took Peter's Mercedes, a speak silver beast that Peter loved, to the
restaurant. It had a valet service so Peter had of course threatened the human
with great bodily harm if so much as a speck of mud got on his beautiful car.
The poor kid had almost wet himself. The restaurant was amazing, deep red
carpets; black wooden tables covered with white cloth; cream walls littered
with various art. The lighting was low, creating a romantic mood and the many
patrons were mostly couples.
They were shown to their table, a private booth in the back, by a pretty
waitress who seemed intent on flirting with Peter, even after Isaac had claimed
his hand in a fit of jealousy. Peter ushered Isaac in first, removing his suit
jacket before following. That's when Isaac got nervous.
"So..um...I've never been on a date before." The boy admitted sheepishly.
"Well this is the first of many love." The alpha promised, claiming his hand
atop the table. Isaac smiled shyly and intertwined their fingers. He was just
about to lean over and kiss his alpha when the pesky waitress came back.
Isaac let Peter order for them both and was shocked at how well the older man
actually knew him.
"What? You think I don't pay attention?" Peter teased.
"No, just didn't think you paid that much attention. No one else notices that I
hate mushrooms."
"Well I'm not just anyone am I baby?"
They spent the meal talking quietly, Peter asking about Isaacs plans after
collage and Isaac learning about Peter's life before the fire. They laughed at
the many displays of art, their poor attempt at modernism, which led to a
debate about classic verses modern art.
Isaac had just tucked into his dessert, a hot slice of chocolate Belgian cake
with Madagascan vanilla ice cream, when he felt Peter's hand slide across his
thigh. He looked at the alpha quickly but Peter was sipping his coffee,
seemingly lost in his own world. It wasn't until the hand moved to the front of
his slacks, undoing the button and pulling down the zip, that Peter looked at
him, a wicked smirk on his face.
"I need my dessert too baby." He'd whispered.
Isaac's face was as red as the carpet as he struggled to keep quiet, a feat
Peter was determined to make impossible, as the wolf stroked his now hard cock
through the fabric of his boxers. He bit his spoon when Peter used his free
hand to feed him the last piece of cake, his body convulsing as he came in his
pants, warm semen seeping into the fabric.
"Go to the bathroom baby and wait for me." Peter ordered.
Isaac rushed to obey, pulling his shirt down as low as he could as he tried to
slip by unnoticed. He hurried into the bathroom, his breathing heavy with
excitement at he idea that Peter might fuck him here.
Peter followed behind at a more leisurely pace. He pulled Isaac into one of the
bathroom stalls and locked the door.
"Strip baby."
Isaac pulled of his clothes, handing them to Peter who hung them over the
partition wall. Once he was naked, Peter stroked his skin lovingly, gazing at
him like he was a work of art, a masterpiece. By the time he finally undid his
own trousers, pulling them down to his knees while he sat on the closed lid of
the toilet, Isaac was hard and panting.
"Face the door."
Isaac turned away, only to feel Peter grip his still bruised hips and pull him
back, slotting him between his knees. The plug was pulled free and Isaac had to
clench to prevent the cum from leaking free. Peter pulled the boy down, sitting
him on his thick shaft in one smooth slide. They both moaned, despite having
spent the day slotted together in various positions.
"Ride me baby." Peter whispered in his ear.
Isaac had to use Peter's knees to balance as he raised and lowered himself on
Peter's cock slowly, his hole still sensitive from the battering it had taken
earlier.
"Lean forward, let me see that little cunt swallow me whole baby."
Isaac groaned at Peter's filthy words, leaning as far forward as he dared. He
could feel Peter's eyes in him, like a caress across his skin, staring hungrily
at the sight of his cock disappearing inside him. They fucked slowly, dragging
out every ounce of pleasure until Peter's knot was knocking at his entrance.
Isaac desperately wanted to feel it, to push his body down and take every inch
of his alpha inside him. But he knew he couldn't, not here.
Peter took his knot in hand, squeezing it right as Isaac's rocking got faster,
his orgasm rising.
"Don't cum." Peter warned him, even as he bit into the boys shoulder,
smothering his own howl as he added more of his seed to the mix. It took ten
minutes before he was done, his cock finally finished shooting inside the boy.
Peter quickly grabbed the plug, fitting it in place before patting Isaac on the
ass and ordering him to dress.
"Daddy?" The boy whined, his hand around his neglected shaft.
"Don't touch." Peter slapped his hand away. "Good boys don't play with daddy's
toys. And that is one of daddy's favourite toys." Peter told him.
They left the restaurant quickly, both eager to get home and continue their
fun.
***** Authors note *****
Hi. I'm very sorry that nothing has been posted lately, unfortunately life and
work seem to be getting in the way. At the moment I'm so tired that my mind is
completely blank so nothing new is being written. However I have a holiday
coming up (woohoo) so will hopefully get time to continue this story.
Thank you all for your patience and hope to update soon.
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