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The boy struggled as Luca pulled him out of the car trunk. He was gagged and his hands were bound, but that did not stop him from trying to get away. When Luca hoisted him up over his shoulder, he tried to kick, and when he dumped him on the floor in the cellar of the cabin, he got up and tried to find a way out.
The cellar was large and several chairs were placed around the walls, so the entire Shaw-pack could sit down if they wanted too. Now all of them were sitting there, watching the terrified boy. There was no way out of the ring of wolves. The Alpha, Gabriel Shaw, a burly man in his late fifties, sat in the sofa nursing a beer.
“Remove the gag.”
Michael, one of the younger betas, hurried to obey. The boy gasped, looking from around the room. “W-wha – who are you!?”
Gabriel put the beer down. “This is the Shaw-pack, Stiles, and you are invited to our meeting. I would introduce each one here, but you’ll get to know them soon enough.”
The boy flinched. “How do you-”
“Know your name?” Gabriel chuckled. “Wolves have keen ears, Stiles. We’ve heard that Hale is rebuilding his pack, so we needed to check how things were going. Our turf is not far from Beacon Hills, after all.”
Stiles didn’t say anything, so Gabriel continued. “Too close, in fact. I don’t like the idea of that young wolf starting things. My pack has been the strongest for miles for the last twenty years, and it will remain that way till I’m cold in my grave, and hopefully after.”
Stiles swallowed. “And what … what do that have to do with me?”
“Well, when you want to remove a growing pack, nip it in the bud; you go for the Alpha’s mate.”
It was quiet in the cellar. Then Stiles forced a laugh. “You mean – you think me and Derek-”
“Don’t try to lie Stiles, his scent is all over you.” Gabriel smelled the air. “And curiously enough, it seems he hasn’t claimed you yet.”
From where he sat, Luca could see Stiles’ back-bound hands open and close. A pretty shade of red dyed his ears. When the boy didn’t say anything, Gabriel continued:
“He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he, Stiles? Why not? Is it because you’re only sixteen? Impressive that he’s managed to hold himself back from taking you when he’s rubbed his scent all over you like this. It’s risky, that’s what it is. You see, if an Alpha’s mate is defiled by someone else … it shows everyone how weak they are. No wolf will join such a pack.”
“Derek isn’t weak.” Stiles voice was low, and shaking. Gabriel laughed.
“Oh, a loyal little thing, are you? That’s sweet.” He turned to the pack. “So, let’s get the meeting started. First on the agenda is bringing the Hale-pack down, so-” He waved a hand toward Stiles. “strip him.”
Stiles tried to run, but Sid grabbed him. He ripped his t-shirt apart and sent him over to the others. Wesley grabbed his leg, and Stiles fell down to the floor as the wolf wrestled his pants off him. The socks were thrown away, and his underwear ripped apart, till he was naked in the middle of the room, curling up and trying to cover himself.
Gabriel nodded. “Bring him here.”
One of the younger betas grabbed Stiles and dragged him to the sofa the alpha was sitting in. Gabriel put away the beer glass on a nearby table, took Stiles by the hips, and lifted him up in his lap. Stiles struggled to get away, helpless and bound in the burly man’s hold.
“Let go! I won’t tell anyone, I swear, so please don’t-”
Gabriel grinned. He lent forward and rubbed his nose in the curls covering Stiles’ cunt. “The smell of you is intoxicating,” he murmured, before parting the folds with his tongue, exploring places the no one had touched but the boy himself. “And the taste is exquisite.”
He held the boy in place with one hand, before dipping three fingers in the beer glass. He pushed one finger into the boy’s cunt, starting to roughly finger him.
“S-stop!” Stiles wailed and tried to get away, but Gabriel’s other hand held him tight. “No – no nonono stop!”
Gabriel chuckled. “This is a kindness, Stiles. Would you prefer I take you dry?”
“-d- don’t want any of this- please – please let me go home-”
Gabriel ignored the pleas, and added a second finger. He sat there awhile, humming a tune as he gradually opened Stiles up. After three fingers, he pushed the boy up from his lap, so Stiles stood on his knees in the sofa, one leg on either side of Gabriel’s. Gabriel unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. It was huge, hard and glistening with pre-cum.
He grabbed the boy’s hips, and positioned his cunt right above his dick, so the fat head touched the wet hole. The pack was quiet, watching. The only sounds were the sobbing pleas from the boy.
“p-please – please don’t do this-”
Slowly, Gabriel started to force the boy down onto his dick. Despite the fingering, the young boy’s hole was nowhere near ready for something so big, and Stiles howled in pain as he was gradually impaled. Inch by inch, the alpha’s dick sank into the boy’s tight cunt. Finally, he was all the way inside. Stiles panted and sobbed.
“Such a tight little hole. Clearly no one’s ever had you before. Too bad for Hale that he such scruples about mating a sixteen-year old.”
Luca felt himself get hard watching as Stiles squirmed in the alpha’s lap. Judging by the scent from the rest of the pack, he wasn’t the only one. The alpha let Stiles rest a little, then yanked him up, and forced him back down again, brutally fucking up into the tight heat as the boy screamed and struggled. Soon the coppery scent of blood filled the room, as the hard dick tore open the nearly-unprepared hole. Each time they got a glimpse of the Alpha’s dick more blood covered it, easing the brutal trusts.
“That’s right; scream little bitch. We’re miles from town, no one will hear you.”
At last, the alpha came, his seed filling the boy’s cunt, dripping out and running down the shaking thighs. But he did not release him. He held him nearly fully planted in his lap. The pack could see his knot starting to swell, forcing the hole wider than before. Stiles screamed in pain as the too-big knot settled in his abused opening.
Once the swelling stopped, Gabriel called one of the younger betas over.
“Now then, gag him. We need to continue the meeting.”
Sebastian forced the gag into the Stiles’ mouth as he sat there in the alpha’s lap, trapped by the large hand around his waist, and the huge knot linking them together. The boy sobbed quietly over the alpha’s shoulder. Then, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary, they continued the meeting; discussing the tracks they had found that could be enemies, the repairs to some of the cabins, and who would be part of next nights hunting party.
Half an hour in, the alpha’s knot had shrunk down to release the boy, but he kept him there to warm his cock until the meeting ended an hour later. Then he lifted Stiles off his now bloody dick. One hand held him by the hip, keeping him standing on his knees in the sofa. The inside of Stiles thighs were wet with blood and cum, and his legs shook.
“Welcome to the pack, Stiles.” Gabriel once again started fingering the boy’s cunt. Now, after the hole had been forced open by a hard dick and a swelling knot, the fingers slipped in easily. Stiles hadn’t come; the pain had most likely outweighed the pleasure, but now, as Gabriel fondled him, he started the react. The boy whimpered.
“I’m going to bred you properly.” Gabriel’s hand left the boy’s cunt to stroke his flat stomach. “Fill this belly up with new little whelps.”
He looked over to Luca. “What do you say, son? Would you like little Stiles to give you half-siblings?”
Luca shrugged. “If you say so, father.” Underneath the mask of indifference, he was angry. He did not need any rivals. And any new whelp his father planted in Stiles could be a rival.
Gabriel continued stroking Stiles flat stomach, as he turned back to the boy. “I quite enjoy the idea of you barefoot and pregnant, making our meals naked. Perhaps I’ll get you an apron, to grant you some semblance of modesty.” He smacked the boy’s ass. “I’ll have to invest in some chastity device and keep the key on me, so I can be sure the whelps are mine. Anyone in the pack can have your ass; bring you to bed or simply mount you over a table, like a bitch should be mounted. But your cunt, that will be all mine. Perhaps I’ve planted a whelp in you tonight.” He grinned. “If not, there’s time enough to do so.”
He fingered Stiles till the sobbing boy came.
“But I’m a caring man. I share with my pack.” Gabriel lifted Stiles of his lap, and let him drop to the floor in front of him. The pack sat up, waiting for the go-ahead. “Well, he’s yours to enjoy now, boys,” Gabriel said. He smiled, but his voice was dangerous. “But remember, his cunt is mine.”
It was like the pack had waited for this moment. They moved towards Stiles, who tried to crawl away. The betas growled and snapped at each other, till Luca rose from his chair. They fell silent then. Luca was Gabriel’s heir and second-in-command. He pushed Sid and David aside, grabbed Stiles by the neck, and dragged him over to the table.
The pack was quiet as Luca lifted the boy up on the table, and forced his legs apart. The pink hole that had looked tight and untouched a little over an hour before was open and broken. Blood and cum still dripped from the boy’s cunt. His father had broken him in properly.
“Luca.” There was a warning in his father’s tone.
“Don’t worry, father, I like them tight, and you thoroughly ruined his cunt for the evening. Do I have permission to be the first to fuck his ass?”
“Permission granted, my boy. But if you take his ass, his mouth is a free for all.”
“No problem.”
Luca unzipped his pants. He had been hard since his father started to rape the boy. The table was high enough that the boy was in a perfect position for fucking from both ends. Luca stuck two fingers into the boy’s cunt. They easily went in, even as he could feel the wet walls closing around them. Stiles sobbed behind the gag. Luca smeared the remains of blood and his father’s cum onto his dick, and lifted the boy up and turned him around on the table, so he lay on his stomach. He spread the ass-cheeks apart to reveal the tight, pink, little hole for all the pack to see. This had never been used either, so Luca would be the boy’s first in that regard. He bent over Stiles.
“Now boy,” he murmured. “I am not as kind as my father. I won’t bother opening you up by sticking my fingers up your ass.” He stroked Stiles back. “So you better try to relax.”
Stiles whined. He struggled hopelessly underneath Luca. The man grabbed his thighs, as he positioned his dick against the tight little hole. “Well, at least I warned you.”
Luca forced his dick into Stiles’ unprepared ass till he was balls deep. The boy screams was muffled by the gag, but they all heard him. Before he had time to adjust, Luca pulled nearly all the way out and shoved himself back inside. It was impossibly tight, the walls dragging against his dick, just the way Luca liked it. He breathed hard as he started fucking the boy at a brutal pace.
On the other side of the table, the rest of the pack was lining up to make use of Stiles’ mouth. Sid growled at the others, and no one came in his way as he walked up the table and yanked out the gag. The boy’s face was a mess of tears and snot, his screams echoing through the cellar. Sid lifted Stiles’ head towards his dick. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. If you try to bite, I’ll break both of your legs and arms. Do you understand me?”
Stiles sobbed, but nodded. Sid unbuttoned his pants, and shoved his dick down the boy’s throat. The table shook as the men fucked him from both sides. Stiles whined around Sid’s dick.
In the sofa, Gabriel took a swig of beer as he watched. This night was going to be entertaining.