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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Original_Dog_Character(s)
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha_Peter, Omega_Stiles
      Stilinski, Top_Peter, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Prisoner_of_War, Sexual
      Slavery, Humiliation, Anal_Fingering, Heat_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Gangbang,
      Blow_Jobs, Face-Fucking, Bestiality, Anal_Sex, Size_Kink, Breeding,
      Knotting, Creampie, mentions_of_mpreg, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-10 Words: 1136
****** they used to run after their tails ******
by LilMysterios
Summary
     Stiles is an omega, war captive of alpha Peter Hale, and his personal
     sex-slave...
     After a heat, Stiles wakes up to be told in detail by a gleeful Peter
     how he was fucked and bred by his master's dogs.
Notes
     As usual, everything is in the tags, so if that's not your thing,
     please don't be the one going around kink shaming.
     Work beta'd by the lovely harleyquinnnapier. ^^
See the end of the work for more notes
When Stiles woke up from his heat, still sweaty and sore, feeling weaker than a
kitten, it was only to discover that someone was already fingering him, driving
thick digits into his aching hole as they forced his naked legs open, his knees
rubbing on the floor of the master’s bedroom where he slept.
As sleepy and exhausted as he was, it didn’t take long for Stiles to recognize
the sultry tone speaking behind him.
“God, you were so out of it last night, Stiles…” Master Peter said with a
rumbling satisfaction. “So far into your heat, I bet you can’t remember
anything, can you?”
Stiles, indeed, couldn’t think of one thing that had happened last night… he
knew his knees ached, he knew his hole was sore and his belly felt horribly
full, yet he couldn’t recall anything from his heat, and that fact just made
him more uncomfortable.
“Maybe I can do a quick recap for you,” Peter offered smoothly. “That way
you’ll know what a perfect little omega bitch you were…”
Stiles whined when Peter added another finger into his hole, the sound filthy
and wet as he started pumping in and out with relish.
“Well, you started with me, of course,” Peter declared. “Cried until I came
here, your knees wobbling like a newborn fawn and as you presented yourself and
begged for my knot… where was that dignity you like so much, I wonder?”
He took his fingers out of Stiles, chuckling when he saw the little hole clench
in sudden emptiness.
“Of course,” Peter added as he aligned his cock to Stiles’ entrance, “it wasn’t
enough for you… once you had had my come twice you were crying for more,
sobbing for a knot, dropping to the ground and presenting your hole like a
bitch in heat, for anyone to fuck…”
He thrust his cock inside of Stiles, burying it whole in the silky heat in one
go, and Stiles almost collapsed to the ground, choking at the weird mix of
relief at being finally fucked, and the disgusted shame he felt at having a man
like that take him.
“I didn’t let my men fuck you, though, I’m not a savage,” Peter said, voice
almost contemplative, and Stiles could feel that the alpha was watching his
cock slide in and out of his captive’s hole. “Oh they wrecked your pretty mouth
with their cocks, and you sucked them and licked them like it was a treat, but
I forbade them to go anywhere near your ripe omega cunt…”
Stiles’ cheeks burned at the thought of being so vulnerable.
“You were so desperate by then, Stiles… your pussy dripping all over the place,
sweet omega cream soaking your lovely legs…”
Stiles could actually feel how wet he was, feel the soft glide of omega slick
running down his inner thighs, slicking up the way for his captor…
“You remember when I captured you and took you in, how I told you to abandon
all pride, because you’d eventually become my bitch whether you wanted it or
not?”
How could he not… that had crushed him like nothing else before.
“Well,” Peter continued, “by the time the dogs arrived, you definitely had let
go of that silly pride of yours… you were just moaning and humping the air and
begging to be filled. And when the Rottweiler put his paws on you and finally
breached your tight little hole with his huge, leaking dog-cock, you cried with
relief.”
Stiles gasped at a particularly vicious thrust of Peter, his head swimming at
his master’s words; he couldn’t possibly mean…
“Yes, I do believe the Rottweiler was the first,” Peter remembered, almost
fondly. “And then there was the German Shepherd I think, and then my Doberman,
and the two Huskies, and all the others… they all had their turn, the whole
pack of them, all unbelievably eager to fuck the sloppy cunt of their master’s
pretty bitch…”
Stiles’ wanted to cry, to hide in shame, but he just stood there and took his
master’s cock, while Peter told him all about his sexual adventures.
“It was just so beautiful, Stiles, seeing you bred by my studs,” marveled
Peter. “You were stunning, so shameless, spreading your thighs and crying for
more, begging to be fucked good and hard by my dogs…”
Peter barked out a laugh, like even he couldn’t believe it.
“Actually, you were so into it, I think they didn’t even notice you weren’t a
real bitch!” he rejoiced, and by now Stiles could feel Peter’s knot swelling at
the base of his cock, stretching Stiles’ well-fucked hole. “They just saw you
there, smelling ripe and desperate, spreading your thighs on the floor, slutty
hole used and gaping and full with dog-come, and they knew you were for them to
breed…”
Just as Stiles was trying to relax to take his master’s knot, Peter suddenly
pulled out, carelessly tearing his swelling cock out of Stiles, who cried out
at the pain; but Peter was already plastering himself all over his back, hard-
on nestled between the slick cheeks and nose pressed to Stiles’ neck.
“Because that’s what you are, sweet little omega…” the alpha whispered hotly
against Stiles’ sweaty skin. “Not even worthy of an alpha knot, just a bitch
for my dogs to fuck and wreck and breed however they like…”
He inhaled deeply, sneaking a hand around Stiles’ middle to put a large, hot
hand over his stomach.
“Your scent has already changed, you know,” Peter drawled, before licking a
long stripe up Stiles’ jaw. “It means the seed has taken…”
No, the young omega thought in panic. No, no, it couldn’t be true…
“I can’t wait to see which dog it was that planted his pups in you. I bet it
was the Great Dane,” Peter said. “He seemed to thoroughly enjoy stuffing his
monster cock in your sloppy bitch hole, even after you had passed out…”
Stiles shivered in horror, amber eyes wide and frightened.
“God,” Peter said, “I can’t wait to see your all round and full… you’re gonna
look so good, pregnant with my dogs’ pups, bred like the proper bitch that you
are…”
The slight hitch in his breath was the only warning Stiles got before Peter was
coming all over his ass and thighs.
“But you liked it so much, Stiles, I think maybe I should just take you to the
doghouse, you know?” he said next, wiping his wet cock behind Stiles’ balls.
“Leave you there with my dogs all day long, tied up and presented… just to see
just how many pups we can still stuff into your little belly! Would you like
that?”
Peter slapped cruelly Stiles’ left cheek, making him whimper.
“Yeah, of course you’d like that… my perfect little dogslut.”
 
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