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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Knotting, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Spanking, Community:
      spanking_world
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-11 Words: 2293
****** Hale Pack ******
by Denyce
Summary
     Peter’s pressing Scott hard on who his alpha is by spanking his ass,
     ahm hard!
Notes
     First this was inspired by a prompt over on spanking_world where my
     muse latched on to a bunny and took over. Second I consider this
     completely AU where Peter wasn’t exactly that crazy and he wasn’t
     killed off in S1. Also I may change the title down the road, if I
     write any more in this verse. Atm I only have this nugget. Lastly
     this is my first ventured into TW fandom & yay its another rare
     pairing that no one will probably read – what can I say, I’m a slave
     to my muse ;)
“Now, tell me again, who’s the Alpha?”
Hands on his knees ready to collapse, Scott shook his head refusing to answer.
Peter had just started and already his ass felt like it was on fire.
Peter chuckled, “Still? My, my, my, you’re turning into one stubborn pup aren’t
you? Well, I’m just going to have to nip that in the bud.”
Scott ground his teeth, clamping his lips together even as Peter’s hand
tightened, forcibly holding him in place by the neck.
“Can’t say I didn’t warn you about the possible consequences of your actions,
now can you?”
Seconds ticked by, Scott heard a swish of the paddle just before it landed,
connecting with his ass. *Smack!*
Scott screamed.
The strength behind the blow shoved Scott’s body forward. The only thing
stopping him from plowing head first into the filing cabinets was the firm iron
grip Peter had, and of his sharp claws digging deeper into Scott’s flesh as he
paddled him again, smack! Then again, *smack*
Scott shrieked, and growled out, “You son-of-a-bitch.”
Peter paused, holding the edge of the paddle to rest and roll down over his
back. Peter shrugged his shoulders, “True. Please tell me you have enough brain
cells to know with me that’s a fact and not a derogatory comment?” *Smack!*
“Although that was your intention, wasn’t it?” *Smack!*
“Now where was I?” *Smack!* “Oh yes… as much fun as this has been, I have to
admit I’m starting to get bored. So let’s get this over with, shall I repeat
the question?”
Scott tried to shake his head, no, but Peter’s tight grip made it impossible
for him to move. However it didn’t matter as Peter’s voice rose louder to a
deep growl, each word vibrated throughout Scott’s body even as Peter punctuated
each word with another blow. “Who *smack* is *smack* the *smack* Alpha*smack*?”
Yet, Peter didn’t wait for him to answer and continued spank Scott’s ass raw.
Tears fell freely down Scott’s face as he howled in pain; sure his ass was
nothing more than a bloody mass of flesh that was literally scorched by the
fire Peter had created there. When Peter didn’t stop spanking, whatever control
Scott had started to slip away. How long Peter spanked him, Scott couldn’t say,
yet when he broke, all he could do was beg for Peter to stop. Every word ran
into the other as Scott babbled, pleading for his alpha to stop.
Abruptly Peter paused, “What was that, pup? I didn’t quiet hear you?”
Startled, trembling uncontrollably with snot and tears running down his face,
Scott started to hiccup.
Peter’s claws retracted slightly, and dropping the paddle, “Shhh, just be a
good boy and tell me pup. Now who’s the alpha?”
Scott nodded, and choked out, “You.”
Peter’s hand gentled and directed Scott to stand up, pressing him up against
his chest and enfolded him into an embrace. Peter’s hands started to pet
soothing circles over Scott’s back. His soft breath brushed against Scott’s
ear, “Good boy, see that wasn’t so hard. Last one, who’s your alpha?”
Peter stopped caressing him and waited patiently, Scott swallowed through a
hiccup, and stuttered out, “Youuuu, you’re my alpha.”
“That’s right Scott; I’m the Alpha - your Alpha.” Peter kissed his cheek and
smiled lovingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Scott didn’t have time to react as Peter moved and abruptly spanked his ass.
It was too late, but Scott’s hand moved on instinct trying to protect what was
already his burning and bruised ass.
Peter only laughed, “Now that we’ve established exactly who the alpha is, I’m
ready to have some real fun.” Peter’s hand cupped and massaged his cock.
Scott’s eyes followed, seeing the long length fill and harden under Peter’s
underwear.
Grinning, Peter asked, “How about you pup? Ready to feel your alpha’s knot?”
Scott almost laughed at Peter’s suggestion that he had a knot. Instead Scott
worriedly shook his head, no.
He couldn’t stop the lingering thoughts that this was all wrong. Yet he had
just willingly admitted to Peter that he was his alpha. It defined the final
outcome of the internal battle he had waged and lost with his inner wolf. His
verbal acceptance of Peter as his alpha was not only a victory to Peter, but
also to his inner wolf.
The blatant admission left his wolf excited to be in Peter’s pack, to belong.
At the same time his wolf desired to please Peter their alpha. Scott felt his
wolf’s pride and eagerness to service Peter as his wolf took it as an honor and
a great gift. How could he allow that, and do nothing to stop him, to just let
Peter fuck him… There had to be a way out of this, if he could just think…
Peter cranked his head to the side and pouted, “You need to stop worrying so
much, pup.” Then he snapped out, “Now close your eyes.”
It was an order Scott couldn’t refuse.
“Good, now just stop and feel.” Peter’s hands brushed over his skin as he
circled Scott. Peter’s voice lowered, to a soft whisper, “Let the instinct of
your wolf lead you.”
Scott heard some movement behind him, but it was drowned out by the erratic
pounding of his heart. His head jerked, nostrils flaring, catching a new scent.
The room started to fill with the scent until it permeated the air.
It was a sweet, powerful scent – one that belonged to his alpha. But it was
more, it was Peter’s arousal that filled his senses and to Scott’s shame, it
excited him.
Scott wavered on his feet feeling a pressing need to drop down and prostrate
himself. It was his wolf demanding that he submit. As quickly as it occurred to
him, Scott found himself obeying. On the floor he spread his knees wider even
as he kept his ass prop up.
Sweat poured off of Scott as he anxiously waited for Peter to take him.
Peter’s voice finally broke through milliseconds before he felt Peter’s hand on
his skin realizing Peter was on the floor kneeling behind him. Fingers trailed
down to his back toward the radiating heat of his ass. Then they slid under his
shirt. Scott felt Peter’s claws extend before he twisted his hand piercing his
tank ripping the material from his body.
Scott quivered as he felt the remains of his shirt fall to the floor. Peter’s
hand lazily cascaded over his back down to Scott’s hip. Unable to stop, he
whimpered in need.
Peter huffed, and leaned down, his breath trailing after his fingers.
The action only made Scott mutter in a series of continuous moans that
compelled him to prostrate himself further.
Scott yelped in pain as Peter grabbed his ass. Scott felt the hard column of
Peter’s cock and what Scott guessed was copious slickness of lube drizzled over
the head to make it easier for Peter to slide in-between his ass cheeks.
Above him he heard Peter curse. Scott felt Peter rub the head of cock over his
hole then stop. The head poise right against his hole. Peter growled his hands
possessive as they gripped Scott tighter. “You’re mine pup, mine!”
Peter pushed, his cock head breeching Scott’s entrance, the stretch painful.
Scott gritted his teeth against the pain, even as it started to mix and mingle
with prideful pleasure of what his wolf felt in taking their alpha’s cock – the
anticipation that Peter would now fuck him raw.
Slowly Peter pushed forward.
Scott lost his breath, the pain piercing as Peter’s cock took and slid further,
stretching him open, inch by inch.
Peter cursed again, muttering, “That’s a good pup, open up for me.” Inside his
head, Scott’s wolf howled in pleasure at Peter’s praise.
By the time Peter bottomed out, Scott was dizzy, panting under the painful ache
of being stuffed so full.
Peter uttered endearments of what a good boy he was, how special he was being
his first pup. Peter stayed still and leaned down settling comfortably over
Scott’s back, running his hands up and down Scott’s flanks, kissing his back.
It took Scott a few minutes to realize how gentle Peter was being. He hadn’t
moved an inch, their bodies flush as Peter waited, letting him adjust to the
feel to the intrusion of his alpha’s cock. A second later his wolf howled in
praise of Scott’s acceptance, that Peter was indeed their alpha.
Emotions and instinct bled through the pain, Scott started to feel more his
wolf’s pleasure and satisfaction at pleasing their alpha.
A whimper escaped, not out of pain but out of need, Scott needed, wanted to
feel more.
His alpha didn’t disappoint and started to slowly rock.
It wasn’t enough, and Scott pushed back squeezing Peter’s cock.
Peter quickly responded, chuckling as he scraped his teeth over Scott’s
shoulder. “Hmm, so now you’re going to be my greedy cock hungry little pup?”
The word was out before Scott even registered he had spoken, “YES!”
Abruptly Peter sat up enough to break skin contact, leaving only his cock
firmly inside of Scott’s hole. “Then show me pup, fuck yourself on your alpha’s
cock.”
Scott didn’t hesitate and raised up onto his elbows, pushing back then he
rocked forward before thrusting back effectively fucking himself. It took him a
minute to get the right rhythm. Slapping back hard enough on Peter’s cock that
the flesh against flesh resounded in his ears, but it was Peter’s moans of
approval that encouraged Scott as he increased the tempo.
Each backward thrust ignited the firestorm on his ass to enflame even higher.
Breathless Scott pushed further, riding out the simple pleasure he received
from his wolf that he was submitting, and pleasing their alpha. He barely
registered when he started to slow down, that somehow Peter was larger, and
making each pass suddenly more difficult – until he couldn’t pull away
something was holding him.
“Let me.” Peter slapped his ass; the action thrust Scott forward with a pop,
leaving him with only the fat head of Peter’s cock imbedded inside. Peter
laughed, then gripped his thighs firmly, widening Scott’s stance and almost
lifted him up off the floor, “Don’t worry pup, its mine turn now.”
The words were barely out of Peter’s mouth, as he plunged forward and didn’t
stop. Leverage played a big part as Peter easily pushed in yet as Peter started
to piston and pulled out something caught at his hole. Unfazed, Peter roared in
defiance and pulled out before he repeated the rapid motion. Each inward/
outward thrust at Scott hole something was catching at his rim. By the third
pass, Scott shook his head in shock, realizing that Peter wasn’t joking,
alpha’s had a knot.
Worse it kept growing, filling Scott in a way he never felt before. Behind him
Peter grunted, but didn’t slowed down, only Peter’s sheer force and strength of
being an alpha held and pushed Scott beyond his limits.
Although Scott’s wolf was ecstatic enjoying the pure bliss of Peter, of their
alpha taking them; Scott trembled with exhaustion combined by the sudden lapses
of pleasure. He felt physically worn, now he was trying to just endure and hope
Peter would finish soon.
As if he read Scott’s mind, Peter lifted his torso to support Scott’s weight,
“Don’t think pup,” and he started to nibble leaving marks along Scott’s neck.
Peter pulled even as he held Scott in place – the knot was lodged there in
Scott’s hole stretching the perimeter of Scott’s rim before finally giving
away.
Scott cried out while Peter panted breathless, as if he was just as exhausted
as Scott was, and gasped out, “Just one more pup… open up for me.”
Scott would have shaken his head no if he could have. Each pass had been
excruciating, Peter’s knot too large, Scott just wanted to stop, for Peter to
just be done.
Peter held and rocked him, offering quiet encouragements – yet Peter didn’t let
Scott go, his cock only half way in, the knot resting just outside his hole.
His voice hoarse, filtered in with quiet murmurs encouraging Scott, almost
begging that he let Peter in, “Come on pup, you can do it, go on take a deep
breath and hold it.”
It wasn’t an order; still Scott’s wolf wouldn’t let him refuse their alpha’s
request. Licking his lips, Scott tried to focus. The first few breaths were too
shallow.
There was no anger, but Peter encouraged him to try again. This time Scott
inhaled deeply and held it.
Peter kissed his neck, “Good. Now on the count of three I want you to exhale
then open up for me. You can do this, pup. I know you can. Ready? One, two,
three…”
On three Scott exhaled as Peter’s body thrust up simultaneously pulling Scott’s
body down to accept his knot – pushing his walls further apart to force it
through his hole. The walls swallowing Peter’s knot locking them together.
Peter chuckled, his hand gently sweeping over Scott’s stomach. “We did it pup,
you truly are mine now. Not only did you take my knot, but can you feel it?
You’re milking me like a true pro – such a good boy.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry pup, it’ll be much easier for you next time. Trust me pup; you’re
going to beg me to hang off of my knot - now that your wolf, mind and this
beautiful body has accepted me as your alpha. We’re going to have fun pup, lots
of fun. Isn’t that right?”
Ignoring the pain, Scott focused on his alpha, heard the happiness in Peter’s
voice. Right now that was all he cared about, smiling Scott simply answered,
“Yes alpha.”
Fin
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