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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Dunbar/Scott_McCall, Scott_McCall/Brett_Talbot, Liam_Dunbar/Scott
      McCall/Brett_Talbot, Liam_Dunbar/Brett_Talbot, Scott_McCall/Stiles
      Stilinski, Liam_Dunbar/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski/Brett_Talbot
  Character:
      Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf), Liam_Dunbar, Brett_Talbot
  Additional Tags:
      Shameless_Smut, BDSM, paddles, Tears, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Foursome_-_M/M/
      M/M, Moresomes, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Group_Sex, Begging, Orgasm_Denial,
      Voyeurism
  Series:
      Part 2 of Scott's_Bitch_Pack
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-29 Completed: 2018-01-03 Chapters: 11/11 Words: 22759
****** The Pack of Bitches ******
by Darkriver
Summary
     Well, with Teen Wolf wrapping up, and now with Jackson returning with
     dude-loving inclinations, I decided it was time to add more to this
     story. The most important missing piece is, of course, Stiles, and
     this entry aims to fix that. It also touches on some other characters
     which will be expanded on in future pieces.
     This is far from done, so it's a WIP, and I know that sucks. Be
     patient. I'll try to keep the updates coming.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The Mystery of the Missing Best Friend *****
There was something very strange going on in Beacon Hills, which if he thought
about it, wouldn't seem so very strange at all to Stiles. The truly strange
thing would be if there was absolutely nothing strange whatsoever going on in
Beacon Hills. And that completely made sense to him inside his head.
Scott and Liam. Scott and Brett. Scott and Liam and Brett. They were really
very strangely close these days. It had happened so suddenly that Stiles had no
doubt there were peculiar happenings taking place. Scott and Liam, well, they
had been getting closer ever since his lovably dense friend and bitten the
little pup. Which was fine. Stiles totally wasn't even jealous of the
impossibly cute interloper who was now constantly underfoot. Even if he had
never watched Star Wars.
But then Brett had joined the pack and he was pretty much insufferable. He had
all of Derek's arrogance without any of Derek's charm. Or, well, that had been
true before. Then Scott and he had gotten close and now Brett was just about
the nicest guy in the world. Which, on one hand was cool, but on the other hand
was very weird and weird in Beacon Hills was never good.
Something very strange was going on, there was no doubt. Be it a magic spell,
demonic possession or some really bad wolfsbane, Stiles didn't know. But as
Scott's BFF and the guy more or less in charge of figuring out mysteries, it
was his job. Also, now that Malia had run off to find her mom, he didn't have
anything better to do. And because Scott was now spending all his time with his
Betas, Stiles had all this free time. Not that Stiles still was jealous or
anything, because he totally wasn't. At all.
It had all started when Brett had joined the pack, Stiles thought as he pinned
his cartoon drawing of Brett to his "Mystery Board." The cartoon was little
more than a freakishly tall stick figure with enormous feet, but to Stiles it
was a good likeness.
Once in the pack and transferred to their school, Brett had immediately started
being a dick to Liam, which gave Stiles yet another reason to dislike him. Liam
might be offensively good looking, incredibly adorable and way too good at
lacrosse, but he was part of the pack and Stiles didn't like anyone being mean
to him. He frowned as he pinned a photo of a puppy to his board, which
obviously represented Liam.
Sometime after joining the pack, though, Brett's attitude had changed
dramatically. This had coincided with spending a lot of time(seriously, like,
lots and LOTS, but Stiles really truly wasn't jealous) with Scott. That might
all just be fine and something that Stiles could find a way to deal with,
except for the fact that Scott's behavior had also changed and that was very
worrisome and probably an explanation for why he didn't hang out as much
anymore.
Stiles pinned a picture of Scott to his wall. It was actually of the both of
them, at thirteen, grinning like idiots and totally clueless about how much
suck was heading their way. They had been closer than friends—brothers, really,
or something even more than that.
So the question was, what had Brett done? And, as a follow-up, did he need to
be killed for it?
Stiles' tongue poked out between his lips as he put up a cartoon of himself
during his weird Nogitsune phase onto the board. The stick figure with his hair
had red eyes to indicate the evil. They'd been warned about the dangers of that
mystic mind meld they all did, but Stiles had (so far) been the only one to
manifest any effects. Was Scott now possessed by some horrible, bandage-
vomiting demon? If so, had Brett played a part in it?
Stiles pinned a bit of dried wolfsbane to the board. There were, apparently,
six or seven dozen varieties of wolfsbane that, much like the different forms
of kryptonite, had a lot of different effects. Could one of those be
responsible? Had Brett dosed Scott with something in some nefarious scheme to
do bad things?
Stiles carefully applied a web of different colors of string, all leading back
to Brett. It had to be him that had messed things up somehow. Like Gollum to
Scott's Frodo, he had wormed his way into Scott's confidence and then caused
Scott to forsake his truest and most loyal friend. Stiles didn't really like
taking the role of Sam in his analogy. He'd always seen himself more as an
Aragorn, but that didn't really fit with his metaphor.
Stiles' eyes narrowed. Yes, he was going to investigate. He was going to delve
into the latest Beacon Hills mystery. And once he proved Brett was responsible,
he was going to punch him in the face.
***** That Was Unexpected *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles' investigation proceeds. He wasn't quite prepared for what he
     found though
Stiles was already on Plan B. He didn't feel good about Plan B, but Plan A had
been an unqualified disaster. Plan A had been to shadow Brett and find out what
very naughty thing he was doing and needed to be punished for. However, what
Stiles had failed to take into account was how hard it was to shadow a
werewolf. Brett would go around a corner and then just vanish.
So Plan B it was. There were some ugly and yet probably accurate names for Plan
B, "invasion of privacy" being the kindest of them, but damn it, Scott was in
danger. Very real and most likely Brett-inflicted danger. So Stiles had done
something he knew would make some people frown disapprovingly at him and could,
possibly, be considered criminal.
He'd slipped a Trojan horse virus onto the pack's computers so he could use
their cameras to spy on them.
Stiles settled on his bed with his laptop and called up the feeds. It wasn't
like this was the first illegal and morally questionable thing he had done in
the fight against the evils that plagued Beacon Hills. And he wasn't going to
use anything he found unless it proved what a jerkface Brett was.
He wasn't sure how Scott would react to proof obtained this way, but that was a
worry for another day. Scott had to learn that he was in trouble and once he
did, he would have to realize that Stiles was (as per always and forever) just
looking out for him. There might be some tension, perhaps some snippy words,
maybe a few empty threats, but it would be okay. Probably.
The only feed with activity was on Scott's laptop. Scott walked into his room
with a chastened Liam in tow. There was no sign of Brett, which was a little
odd. The three werewolves seemed inseparable, more or less. Stiles wondered
what evil thing Brett was up to that he was too busy to hang out with his new
BFFs. Whatever it was, he was doing it off camera. Which more or less proved to
Stiles that his suspicions about Brett were right on the mark.
"I did study, though!" Liam was saying.
"Liam, you have to do better or you'll get kicked off the team, you know that."
Scott stood in front of Liam, facing towards the camera. He looked stern and
authoritative, which was so very different than the lovable goofball Stiles
knew. With his arms folded and his eyes narrowed, he actually looked imposing.
He looked like, well, like an Alpha. For real. It was a whole new side of Scott
and, well, sort of hot. Stiles worried at his lower lip and kept watching.
The cute puppy hung his head in shame. "I know... I'm sorry, sir."
Sir? Stiles could hardly believe he had heard that. Liam didn't call anyone
"sir." In fact, Liam didn't show anyone the sort of respect and humility he was
displaying right at the moment for Scott. It was like he really did see Scott
as his Alpha. Stiles had trouble understanding that. Much as he loved Scott
(like a brother!) he really didn't think his friend was cut out for the Alpha
thing. He was just too... Scott-like.
"Get the big paddle, Liam. Your ass needs a tanning."
Wait, what?
Liam visibly shivered. "Yes sir."
Stiles' jaw hung open as he watched Liam go over to the closet. A moment later,
he emerged with a heavy wooden paddle, perforated with holes and polished to a
high shine. He knelt before Scott and offered it to his Alpha, who took it with
a very serious expression on his face. Then Liam got up and began taking off
his clothes.
What the fuck is even happening right now?!
Stiles couldn't even blink as he watched Liam get naked. Sure, he'd seen the
puppy naked plenty of times in the locker room, but only in fleeting glances.
Stiles was always too busy trying to get showered and changed as fast as
possible in order to avoid anyone seeing his skinny body naked. He didn't have
the time to really notice the boys around him. Now he was able to see Liam in
all his glory and...
Fuck, he was gorgeous. Not that Stiles was surprised. The puppy was a stunning
beauty even in his clothes. Naked, he was like a sexy little god, all muscle
and tone and smooth skin. Stiles eyed the boy enviously. He wished he had that
sort of muscle tone. But he was just Stiles. Fate had granted him brains but
forgot about the looks, something he was reminded of whenever he was in the
locker room surrounded by a battalion of models from Teen Vogue. With a sigh,
he rubbed the erection he was sporting in his jeans.
Liam laid across Scott's lap, taking care to arrange his own throbbing hardness
against his Alpha's leg. Stiles licked his lips, too stunned by the unexpected
hotness to think that this was a private moment he likely ought to not be
watching. Of all the things he had suspected the pack did without him, this
wasn't on the list.
Scott's face was so serious, so serene that Stiles barely recognized his
friend. It was like his goofball buddy had been totally replaced by a bad-ass
Alpha. To Stiles, such a transformation was even weirder than when his friend
turned into a howling predator every full moon. It wasn’t a simple physical
transformation, it was a fundamental change to who Scott was.
"The next time you goof off with Mason instead of study, you're going to
remember this."
Liam nodded mutely. Then he yelped when the paddle came crashing down on his
upturned ass. Stiles jumped, shocked by the force of the blow. Sure, Liam was a
werewolf, which came with all those annoying werewolf perks like toughness and
super healing, but he was just a little puppy! Stiles was amazed that Scott
didn't show even an ounce of mercy.
"One," Liam said in a low voice. "Thank you sir."
Thank you?!?!
Stiles had never seen anything like what he witnessed over the next few
minutes. Scott brought that huge paddle down on Liam's pert little ass over and
over again, pausing only long enough for Liam to count off the blows and thank
him for the punishment. Liam didn't try to get away or beg for mercy, which
seriously impressed Stiles. He wasn't sure he'd be able to take such a beating
without doing everything he could to get away.
Liam broke down crying around the tenth blow, but that didn't stop the
punishment. Scott beat the boy's ass until it was a fierce, fiery red and Liam
was a quivering puddle of tears in his lap. Stiles wondered just when his
affable friend had turned into a sadist and again wondered if maybe Scott had
been possessed by an evil spirit (that was, almost certainly, at Brett's
command).
But looking at Scott's face while he doled out the punishment, Stiles didn't
see any signs of evil--no vicious grins or wicked gleams in the eyes. Scott was
utterly calm, like this was a normal yet regrettable duty he had to perform.
There was not even a tinge of oily blackness to his eyes.
After the punishment, Scott set the paddle aside and moved Liam so the puppy
was straddling his lap. He hugged his beta tight and Liam hugged him right
back, sobbing onto his shoulder. Stiles felt a stab of something even he
couldn't deny was jealousy. The intimacy, the closeness the two shared on
screen went a few dozen levels beyond anything he had ever shared with Scott.
That wasn't fair. He'd known Scott longer. They'd been friends forever. No one
should be closer to Scott than him!
Of course, if the price was taking a beating like the one Liam had just
endured...
Liam's voice hitched as he asked, "Am I forgiven, sir?"
"Yes, you are. But if we have to have this talk again, I’m doubling the
punishment."
"Yes sir, thank you, sir." He nuzzled Scott's neck, an action that made Stiles'
eyes widen even more. "Does that mean...?"
"Yes, you can suck my cock."
Stiles was still trying to figure out if he had heard what he just heard when
the gorgeous and naked Liam knelt down on the floor. With his face still
glistening with tears, he smiled and looked upward as Scott stood and undid the
button on his shorts. His expression was worshipful, like he was about to
receive the greatest gift he could ever hope for.
Stiles gaped as his friend slid his shorts and boxers down, revealing a hard
dick that was far bigger than Stiles remembered. Granted, it was years back the
last time he saw Scott hard and things did grow but... Seriously? It was a
monster!
Scott gripped Liam by the hair with one hand and fed that huge dick down the
teen's throat with the other. Liam let out a gurgling sigh and started to suck.
This is wrong. I should turn this off... Oh my God, he has the whole thing down
his throat!
Stiles didn't have much experience with blowjobs, but from what he could tell
Liam was a Grand Master. He bobbed and slurped on Scott's massive tool not just
with ease, but with hunger. Liam nursed on that big dick like it was the best
thing in the world. The soft moans escaping him made it obvious that Liam was
enjoying this as much as Scott.
Stiles didn't even realize he'd gotten his own cock out, but somewhere along
the line he had. Now he stroked his meat furiously to the hottest porn he had
ever watched. Guilt over spying on his friend wasn't a consideration. He was
too lost in the "holy fucking hell this is hot" feeling of seeing the sexy
little puppy suck off his Alpha.
It wasn't long before Scott was shooting his load right into Liam's mouth. That
sent Stiles over the edge himself, spilling come all over himself in a
blindingly intense orgasm.
***** Monster Hunt *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles now knows what the pack gets up to without him. Now he just
     has to figure out why
Stiles replayed the video several times—for research. He needed to be sure that
what he was seeing was actually a really real full-on consensual, hot-as-fuck
gay sexing and not some magically induced behavior that, while still hot, meant
dangerous and suspicious happenings were afoot--things that were inevitably
Brett's fault.
He wasn't weirded out by the idea of Scott being gay (or bi or whatever) or
that Liam was something like that too. He wasn't even that bothered by the
implication that they were, apparently, boyfriends. He was a little hurt that
Scott hadn't told him, but he could deal with that. Scott may possibly have
reasons that perhaps in some way could be considered valid.
No, if that was the way things were, he could accept that. His concern was that
since he'd been under the impression both of them were straight that there was
something bad of the mystical variety happening. If Scott was into cock, fine,
but if he wasn't and someone had hit him with a whammy (someone named, say,
Brett) then that was not cool. It was up to Stiles to find out.
And since he had to stop masturbating to the video for a little bit to recharge
anyway, he figured he could do some research. The internet was full of links
that weren't terribly helpful when one asked about sudden gayness. Stiles read
over a few of them quickly, just in case they had something he needed to know
about, but reading up on bisexuality caused him to ask some questions of
himself he didn’t feel he had any right to ask, so he moved on.
When he added the words "magic" and "gay sex" to his search, he came across the
incubus. In a normal world, such a thing was absurd to even think about, but
this was Beacon Hills so the idea of a horny demon showing up to cause random
homosexual impulses hardly even made the Weird Meter flutter. If he did that
while also making everyone in Beacon Hills randomly burst into song, well that
might qualify.
Stiles studied the lore and the legends, trying to suss out what such a
creature might want. Mischief seemed to be at the core of it, but there were
also hints that maybe there would be some life-draining and death. Stiles' eyes
narrowed. He tried to not overreact and oppose monsters and their habits just
because. Some of his best friends were monsters, after all. Mischief was fine.
Sex even was fine, but he drew the line at life-draining. He was firmly and
absolutely opposed to Scott having the life drained out of him and if that made
him racist against Incubi, well, then so be it.
Could Brett be an incubus? Well, again, it was Beacon Hills so the answer was
yes. A shapeshifting demon could easily pretend to be a werewolf. His magical
charm would make it easy to infiltrate a pack. That certainly explained why
Scott thought inviting the guy into the pack was a good idea. It also explained
why Scott and he were such close buds all of a sudden.
Stiles grimaced. It was a theory. But he needed proof. He needed to find out
for sure if Brett was a gayness-spreading demon with sinister intentions. And
then he needed to do something to send him back to whatever fiery hell he'd
crawled out of. Because Scott needed him.
There was only so much info to be found on the internet, shocking as that was.
Plenty of stories, a few wiccan sites that mentioned incubi, one site dedicate
to lurid drawings of them… But for the nitty gritty of identifying them and
stopping them, he had to rely on real, hard-copy books. And not the sort of
books found down at the local library. No, he needed something a lot more
vintage.
Fortunately, Mr. Argent had left his library with Stiles' dad so his dad could
study up on the endless hordes of monsters that seemed to always find their way
to Beacon Hills. Unfortunately, his dad, in a dad-like quest to keep him out of
danger, had locked the books up at the Sherriff station. Stiles loved his dad,
but he wished he would stop interfering in his monster fighting. It was really
a pain when he was trying to save the world and he ended up getting grounded
for breaking curfew.
Stiles didn't like directly defying his dad, but sometimes there wasn't any
choice. So he headed off to the Sherriff station and fortunately, his dad was
out on a call. That just left Deputy Parrish between him and the pile of books.
He found Jordan sitting at his desk, looking extremely bored as he gathered
papers together into neat little piles and then stuffed them into case folders.
From the stacks all around him, he'd either been at it a while, or he had a
very long task ahead of him,
He looked up when Stiles entered, his curious expression turning to one of
unease. Stiles didn't think that was entirely fair. Sure, he did tend to bring
supernatural trouble along with him, but that was hardly his fault. And it
wasn't like Jordan was completely innocent in the supernatural mystery
department. They still didn't know what he was, but since he was A) Absurdly
attractive and B) immune to fire, chances were that he was a paranormal
something or other.
"What did you do to piss my dad off to get him to have you re-collate what
looks like the entire closed case file backlog?"
Jordan smiled that sweet "aw shucks" smile of his. "Nothing, actually. Just has
to be done. Had some, er, thing, come through here a week or so ago. It went
through these files like a hurricane. Still trying to put it all back to
rights."
"What sort of thing?"
"I don't know. No, don't look at me like that, I have no idea. It was all
shadow and swirling air and whatever."
"My dad didn't say anything to me…" Stiles frowned. How many times was he going
to have to explain to his dad that he was the best one to call when something
weird happened. But no, his dad just had to keep trying to protect him.
"Sherriff's been pretty busy."
"Did the whatcha-thingy take anything?"
"We don't know. Until we get the files sorted, we can't even go into the logs
to make sure everything is there."
Stiles shook his head. "Damn…"
"So what favor did you come in here for that would probably get me fired if I
do it?"
Stiles' eye darted left, then right. "What do you mean?"
"Come on, I'm not stupid. Just tell me how likely it is to get you killed so I
know how far up the creek I'll be when your dad finds out."
"My dad may never find out…"
"Have you met the man?"
"Okay, fair point… I just need to poke into those books he has in his office."
"Oh, the ones he told me, 'if my son ever asks to see these, tell him
absolutely not and then call me immediately.'? Those books?"
"Um… Yeah…" Stiles fidgeted. "Look, I've got a friend who I think is in
danger."
"So, basically, same as usual?"
"Um…"
Jordan shook his head. "Right. Look, Stiles, it's not that I don't want to
help. I do. I'm pretty sure you and your friends have kept this town from going
up in flames a few times now. But if something did happen to you, I'd be
responsible."
"And if I'm right, bad things will happen to a lot of people. Just let me do
some research. If it turns out something bad really is going on, I swear I'll
tell you and you and my dad can decide what to do."
Jordan leaned back in his chair, thinking it over. "Well, since we've had our
own mysterious occurrence here, obviously there's something going on and the
sooner we find out what, the fewer people get hurt." He fished a key out of his
desk drawer. "Research only. Okay?"
Stiles snatched the key. "Scout's honor!"
***** Demon Hunting *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles has everything he needs to prove Brett is a demon, except
     motive, evidence or method. Okay, he has nothing but his hunch. But
     that's always worked before!
Stiles found a book on demons which referenced the incubi, so he stuffed that
in his pack and took it home. Unfortunately, a lot of it was in Latin, so he
had to translate it before he could make any sense of it, which meant more time
for Brett to continue his evil, nefarious plotting. Stiles couldn't stop that,
but he could keep an eye on them using his spy program.
At home alone, he securely locked his door and stripped off his clothes—just to
be comfortable of course and having nothing to do with the fact that he was
going to be looking in on his camera feeds or anything at all to do with hopes
he may or may not have of seeing Scott doing incredibly hot and sexy things.
Scott's computer was off, as was Liam's. Brett's, however, was on and the image
on it had Stiles gaping in shock and lots and lots of arousal.
The room appeared to be some sort of formal dining room. It was so big the
laptop's camera couldn't even pick it all up. Given how rich Brett's family
was, Stiles shouldn't have been surprised, but it was still kind of bizarre
seeing a single room that was as big as his whole house. Who really needed that
much space?
However, that wasn't what had Stiles' complete focus. In fact, even his ADD
brain could only pick up on that random detail for a second before everything
narrowed down to the sight of two sexy, horny teenagers fucking like, well,
wolves in heat.
Seeing Brett, big, swaggering, arrogant Brett, bent over the polished surface
of the table was completely shocking. Stiles never would have believed he would
submit to the hard fucking he was getting from Liam, but Brett was. And from
the sounds he was making, he was really into it.
Stiles licked his lips and reached down to stroke his throbbing dick. As
impossible as it had been to wrap his head around the idea of Scott and Liam
being lovers, with Scott some sort of Dom Alpha Badass, this was even weirder.
Brett, all sexy muscle and sinew, taking it like a bitch from the smaller, more
compact Liam.
"So good… Fuck! Ah! Yeah… God Liam… Your cock is so good!"
Liam grinned and grabbed a hold of Brett's curls. "You're such a hot slut. Unn…
Love how tight your ass is!"
Stiles stroked his cock furiously as the two mated on his screen. Brett held
onto the edges of the table, gibbering incoherently as Liam pounded his ass. It
was the total opposite of how Liam had been with Scott. No longer the cute
little submissive, Liam was an aggressive, hard-fucking machine. His cock drove
into Brett like a piston, pummeling his hole without mercy.
Was Liam cheating on Scott? Stiles didn't want to think the puppy would do such
a thing. And if he was, it had to be Brett's fault. Stiles had to admit that as
much as he didn't trust or like Brett, if Brett stripped off his clothes and
begged Stiles to fuck him, saying no would not be a response that occurred to
him.
Concerns about Scott were put to rest when the Alpha walked into the scene,
smiling. "I love seeing my bitches go at it."
Bitches…? Stiles noted that down for future "research."
"Unn, sir… You want him?" Stiles asked, not letting up on the pounding.
Scott casually stripped out of his clothes. "When you're done. I think you're
nearly there…"
Liam panted. "Fuck yes…"
"But you, Brett, no coming for you until you have your Alpha's load in you."
"Oh god… I'll try and be good sir."
Liam groaned and froze in place, buried to the hilt on Brett's muscled ass.
Breathing hard, he stepped back, his dick softening little by little. Scott
gave him a fierce, hungry kiss and then moved in behind Brett.
"God! Fuck yes!" Brett howled as Scott's big dick filled him.
Stiles moaned, shooting jizz all over himself, his bed, his computer and some
on the ceiling. He lay there, sucking in air and dazedly watching Scott fuck
Brett, and wondered what the even hell was going on with his friend. This
wasn't the Scott he knew. Even with all the werewolfiness and monthly near-
death experiences, Scott was still the same goofball Stiles had always known.
But this… This was a side of Scott he never imagined existing. He didn't know
how it was possible such a sexy, dominant, aggressive sex maniac could be
lurking inside his brother-from-another-mother.
Stiles' eyes drifted to his Mystery Board. Brett… He had been so sure it was
Brett… But it seemed weird that Brett would come here, infiltrate the pack,
seduce Liam and Scott all just to get his ass fucked. Like, seriously, there
were apps if that was all he needed.
After Scott was done with Brett, he had the Beta kneel on the floor and jerk
off to the sight of Scott and Liam making out. When they were spent, Scott and
Liam joined Brett on the floor and nuzzled him and licked the cum off his
fingers.
"Any sign of Derek?" Liam asked after a bit.
"Still no," Scott said. "I left a note at his loft. He goes off alone
sometimes. I shouldn't worry. But I'm his Alpha. He should have told me."
Scott was Derek's Alpha? Stiles stared at the screen. Maybe he had somehow
wandered into an alternate dimension, one where Scott was a sexy Alpha who made
any werewolf he came across into his bitch.
Stiles put the question of how Scott got Derek into his pack aside and moved
onto the bigger worry that the Sour Wolf was missing. The fact that Derek
disappeared just as the weirdness with Scott's pack began was too big of a
coincidence. Stiles had to wonder if Brett had done something to get Derek out
of the way so he his plan for Scott would work. If that was the case, then
finding Derek might be the key to fixing everything,
Stiles frowned and turned his attention to finding clues about where Derek
might have gone.
 
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It was all very frustrating, Stiles felt. He had done a very thorough search
for the Sour Wolf and had come up with nothing. He figured Scott had checked
his loft and probably the place where the Hale Mansion once stood, so he had
focused on the technical sort of search. He'd scanned through the feed on
Derek's computer and found nothing. He'd used his backdoor hack on his dad's
office computer to look for any incident reports in or around Derek's building.
But there wasn't a single clue about where the Gold Medalist in the Brooding
Olympics had gone.
So he'd decided to return to his original point of inquiry, Brett. If his prime
suspect was in fact responsible for Derek's disappearance, then hopefully there
would be some clue in his lair. Or some proof of something, because Stiles was
getting a little desperate. He needed to find some lead soon or his
investigation was dead in the water.
The book he'd found had a lot of ways to identify and banish an incubus, but
those involved more of a direct confrontation than Stiles was really ready for.
But other clues pointed to things like evidence of sulfur around where they
lived, arcane symbols etched into natural stone surfaces, onyx idols carved to
resemble men with gigantic dicks. Stiles needed to try and find some of those,
and there was only one place he could think to look.
Yes, he'd sworn to Deputy Parrish to not go and do anything wildly dangerous.
The thing was, Stiles never was a Boy Scout. And while he wasn't intending to
completely break his promise to Parrish, he did think it made sense to confirm
his theory before bringing in the Marines. After all, once his dad knew he was
hunting a demon from the fiery pits of whatever, his dad was going to freak,
Jordan was probably going to get fired and Stiles was going to be locked in his
room until the end of time. So before all that came down, Stiles needed to
reconnoiter.
Once he confirmed the pack were all over at Scott's, Stiles made his way to
Brett's huge family mansion. He was surprised the security was so lax, but he
supposed an infernal creature of darkness wouldn't need things like electronic
security. Stiles slipped in through a window and went looking for Brett's room,
which was easier said than done. The place was huge.
It was also creepy. So much space, so many nice things, but all of it cold.
There were no cheap mementos from family vacations or souvenirs from family
outings, just expensive pieces that looked like they belonged in a museum. In
fact, the whole place didn't feel like a home at all, but just some
artistically crafted set designed to look like a home but lacking any of the
things that made it a home.
Stiles finally found Brett's room, which was three times the size of his own.
It was every teenager's dream, with a huge bed, a couch to chill in, a massive
TV to play games on, stacks of games, it's own mini fridge… It even had a
workout area with super expensive equipment in it. Stiles stared at it in
dumbfounded shock, never having seen anything so decadent.
Thinking about how his dad always scraped and saved, even as the town Sherriff,
Stiles found himself hating Brett a little more. Why didn't the good guys ever
hit it big? Steeling himself, he started looking around for anything that would
prove Brett was a visitor from a lower plane. Just one solid piece of evidence
was all he needed.
He went through every drawer, every cabinet; he looked under the bed, he looked
in the vents. Stiles searched everywhere he could get to and there was nothing,
not a single bit of proof that he was a demon. Stiles sat down on the floor and
shook his head, thinking he would have to search the entire house, but there
was no time for that. It would take hours and Brett could get home anytime. No,
he had to call it quits.
Stiles felt doubt for the first time. Was he just blaming Brett out of
convenience? Brett had everything – talent, looks, money, lycanthropy… Was
Stiles just jealous of him and that was making him see an enemy where there
wasn't one? Stiles heaved a sigh. He didn't used to waste time on jealousy.
Pretty much everyone was prettier, more popular, more something than Stiles. It
hadn't ever bothered him all that much. But then, he'd always had Scott beside
him. They could share the misery of being poor outcasts and snark about all the
popular people like Jackson.
Stiles grimaced. He had to believe that Scott dodging him was not Scott's
choice, that there was an evil plot afoot. Because if there was no evil plot to
be foiled, no villain to be gruesomely killed, then Scott really was growing
apart and Stiles couldn't handle that. Scott wasn't just his best friend, he
was a part of Stiles. Losing him would be like losing a leg. He wouldn't
recover from that.
Stiles looked up at a photo Brett had on his shelf, a photo of him and his
grinning parents, enjoying the sun of some far away and almost-certainly
exclusive beach. Brett already had everything. Did he have to take Scott too? I
mean, when was enough finally enough?
Stiles frowned. Something was off with the picture. He stood up and went over,
picking up the frame. It wasn't his imagination. The photo had definitely been
altered. The lighting was wrong, and Brett's image cropped the image of his
parents in a weird way. Stiles set the picture down and went to look at
another, which showed the same things. In fact, there were a dozen such photos,
all with Brett edited into them. Like he had taken all these happy photos of
the couple and inserted himself into them.
Why? Stiles could think of only one reason. They weren't Brett's parents.
Stiles looked around at the eerily silent house. If they weren't his parents,
then was this really Brett's house? Was the reason for the lack of security
that Brett had taken over this house? Were the owners, that happy couple in the
photos, still alive or were their bodies buried in the huge backyard?
Stiles felt a surge of triumph. While not the proof he'd been hoping for, it
was solid evidence that Brett wasn't who he said he was. Now Stiles just had to
figure out if he really was a demon or if he was something else. Then he could
step back and watch Brett's world of lies crumble down around him and things
could finally go back to normal. Or what passed for normal in Beacon Hills.
***** Savingthe Day - Or Not *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles decides it's time to face off with the Big Bad. Things don't
     go as expected
Stiles stalked his prey through the halls of BH High, waiting for a chance to
get him alone. It was not a simple task, as he had learned previously, since
Brett had a strange habit of simply disappearing. But Stiles kept at it,
following the tall, muscular and very likely evil interloper whenever he came
out of class. He watched as Brett traded fist-bumps with the popular guys, an
easy grin on his face, the look that said he was a high school deity and he
knew it. That smug look only intensified Stiles' need to expose him for the
scheming villain he knew him to be.
He didn't want it to be this way. He'd tried desperately to find a different
solution, one less likely to get him maimed in some messy, painful way. He'd
read and reread the passage on incubi, hoping to find something he'd missed. He
went through the internet, looking for some other type of creature that fit
with Brett's MO. But everything pointed to incubus, and there was only one sure
way to get a demon to reveal himself.
Stiles grimaced and wondered if maybe he should have contacted Parrish. Having
some flame-proof backup might make sense if one was confronting a demon. But
for Stiles, this was personal. Brett hadn't simply attacked his friends, he'd
insinuated himself into their trusted little circle. That was taking things to
a new low, as far as Stiles was concerned. He wanted to be the one to expose
Brett for the monster he was.
His chance finally came when Brett went to the bathroom. Stiles got his weapons
of choice out of his bag and then followed him in. Fortunately, there was no
one else in the bathroom, so Stiles didn't have to worry about innocent
bystanders getting hurt in his battle against evil.
Brett didn't pay him any mind. He just did his business at the urinal and then
went to wash his hands. Stiles took the moment to strike. He strode over to
Brett and raised the gold cross he was holding up to eye level.
"Be gone demon!" he said, since it seemed like the thing one should say when
banishing evil.
Brett turned to him with a befuddled look on his face. "Stiles...?"
That's when Stiles blasted him, squirting holy water in his face with the spray
bottle he had in his other hand. "Back to the pits of hell!"
"Are you on drugs?" Brett asked, wiping water from his eyes.
Stiles squirted him a few more times for good measure, but Brett didn't burst
into a sulfurous cloud and disappear. He didn't even smoke. He just stood
there, looking very confused. Stiles lowered his demon-fighting weapons and
glared.
The whole plan had been stupid, yes. If he'd been right, there was a good
chance he'd wind up a demon snack. And if he were wrong, then he would have
(and had) tipped his hand to Brett. Now the towering pillar of teenage evil and
nefarious wickedness knew Stiles was onto him. That put him right in Brett's
cross-hairs. But sometimes you had to lay it on the line to save your best
friend, sometimes you had to step into that puddle of gasoline and risk it all.
Stiles took a step closer and looked up into Brett's baffled eyes. He glared
with all the menace he could muster, which was a lot right then. "You may have
everyone else fooled, but not me. I know you don't belong here. I saw your
'family photos' and I know they're all fake I know you're up to something and
I'm going to find out what. And when I do, I'm going to kick your ass back to
wherever you came from."
Then he turned and walked out. A part of him worried that Brett would now find
some way to get rid of him, but Stiles had no regrets. He'd let the lanky
menace know he was on borrowed time. He'd stood up for his friends. If there
were consequences, well it wouldn't be the first time his life was in danger.
 
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Since Brett wasn't a demon, Stiles decided to look into his supposed family to
see if he could at least prove the Talbots had mysteriously vanished a few
months ago. To his surprise, they hadn't. They were on some sort of round-the-
world trip, posting pictures of themselves in various locations. Curiously, he
recognized one of the photos – it was one of the ones Brett had edited himself
into. Deepening the weirdness, Stiles found no mention of Brett in any of their
social media postings. That cemented Stiles' belief that Brett had lied about
them being his parents, but that didn't help identify exactly what he was.
Stiles decided the best place to start was the epicenter of all the weirdness –
Scott's house. Whatever was going on was effecting Scott in a big way, so maybe
there was a clue in his room. It wasn't much of a theory, but it was all Stiles
had to work with. Hopefully, Brett had left something in Scott's house to cast
the whammy he'd put on the Alpha. Stiles had no idea what to look for, but he
knew Scott's room as well as he did his own. If there was something out of
place, Stiles would find it.
Stiles ducked out of school during lunch so he would have the time he needed to
thoroughly search. He checked for Scott's mom's car, but as he figured, she
wasn't home. So that left him with a perfect opportunity. He slipped in through
Scott's window and then gracelessly fell on his face. Happy that no one was
around to see his stupidity, he picked himself up and glanced around, trying to
figure out where to start. Everything looked normal at a glance; no pentagrams
scraped into the walls, no voodoo dolls sitting on a shelf, not even a Black
Sabbath album sitting out. Stiles frowned and started with the desk, since he
had to start somewhere.
Nothing was out of place or seemed odd. No inscriptions to summon Cthulu
written on yellow post-its or paper clips bent into demonic glyphs. Stiles
frowned and moved on to the chest of drawers. The socks weren't hiding
anything, nor were his boxers. Though Stiles did note that Scott had taken to
wearing those new type of boxers, the ones with a pocket to keep your junk in.
As big (seriously, so big!) as Scott was now, Stiles didn't think that was in
any way noteworthy.
He kept looking, carefully flipping through every article of clothing. The only
odd thing he found was that the drawer where his hoodies were kept no longer
had Scott's usual collection of porn. Scott had a thing for girls in naughty
schoolgirl uniforms. Or he used to. Back before he decided dick was his
preferred source of protein. The porn magazines no longer had buxom women with
provocative smiles. Now they all had leather-clad men holding whips next to
naked dudes tied to various wooden devices.
Stiles stared at his friend's new stash in shock. This was not the Scott he
knew. Sweet, gentle, generally harmless (even if he did get all furry during
the full moon) Scott was no dominant sadist. It just wasn't him. But Stiles had
seen Scott dole out the punishment on Liam's tender ass. He'd seen Scott's
face. There hadn't been any malice there, just stern authority.
Stiles swallowed hard. Maybe Scott had found some inner kink of his. Maybe
Scott wasn't possessed or otherwise under bad mojo influence. Maybe he was just
exploring a new side of himself. Stiles bit his lip, trying to reconcile his
sweet buddy with the images in the magazine. Could Scott be both things at
once? Could he be an ass-whipping sadist and a sweet goofball?
Stiles didn't know. But since he was sporting serious wood looking at the
images, he couldn't really say Scott was some sort of freak. Stiles just wished
Scott would come and talk to him about all this. Why did Stiles have to spy on
him and break into his house to find out those things? Why wouldn't he tell his
best buddy about all this new stuff he was into?
Stiles couldn't think of any answer that wouldn't bring about a panic attack,
so he put the magazines away and shoved the whole subject aside for the moment.
This had all started with Brett and Brett was lying about who he was. So for
now, Stiles decided he was better off assuming this was some evil mystical
hijinks that, once stopped, would all go away.
Stiles checked the rest of the room and found nothing else even a little
noteworthy. So whatever Brett had done, he hadn't needed to leave anything
behind to taint Scott's soul. Stiles frowned, sitting on Scott's bed. He looked
around at the messy room he'd spent so many hours in, remembering idle summer
days before the whole lycanthrope thing, where it had just been him and Scott.
No girlfriends, no werewolf hunters, no constant threats of painful death, just
them, being buds. Stiles missed the fuck out of those days.
Now… He bit his lip. This room was where Scott brought his pack, where he made
them strip off their clothes so he could spank their sexy asses until they
cried. This room was where he fucked them. Stiles shivered. How many times had
Liam been on this bed, on all fours, moaning and whimpering as his Alpha plowed
his ass? How many loads of cum had Brett shot into the covers while being
fucked by Scott's big dick?
Stiles licked his lips and laid back, imagining the three sexy guys intertwined
together. Concerns about Scott's safety aside, Stiles couldn't deny it sounded
really hot. Stiles had maybe perhaps had a few illicit fantasies involving guys
– maybe – but he'd never seen any guy-on-guy action and seeing Scott dominating
his Betas was unbelievably hot. Not just the sex, though that was way more
exciting than Stiles thought it should be, but it was the way they were
completely submissive to their Alpha. Stiles had never imagined there could be
a sexual component to the pack system. He wondered if other packs were like
Scott's. He wondered if Derek had ever taken his Betas, rough and hard…
Stiles realized he had his dick in his hand. He shouldn't be turned on by what
he had seen, but he was. Was Brett's mojo effecting him too? Stiles didn't
think so. It would be a convenient excuse, but as he sunk deeper into the world
of gayness in his mission to save Scott, many truths he kept buried were coming
into the light. He knew that he cast furtive looks around in the shower, always
quick glances to avoid anyone thinking anything, but it would be a lie to say
he didn't notice all the hot guys on the team. And he did think more than once
of that time he and Scott had fooled around together.
Stiles smiled a naughty smile and stripped off all his clothes. The thrill of
doing something so wrong, the danger of being caught (while remote) made his
cock throb in his hand. What would Scott do if he came home and saw Stiles
jerking off in his bed? Stiles bit his lip, his breath catching.
"That's right Scott," he murmured. "I'm naked in your bed. What are you going
to do? Spank me?"
Stiles wandered into foreign territory with his fantasy, imagining himself over
Scott's lap the way Liam had been. He didn't think about the pain so much as
being under Scott's control. And that made his hand speed up. He didn't care in
that moment how wrong it was to think of his best buddy that way. He was too
horny.
Breathing hard, he caught the whiff of something musky and knew it had to be
cum. Was it Scott's? Was it Liam's? Brett's? Likely all of them, Stiles
thought, whimpering lustily as he thought about the Betas taking their Alpha's
cock. He couldn't help but shoot several blasts of jizz all over his chest at
the thought of being somewhere in that sexy tangle.
Stiles lay there, panting, feeling more than a little guilty. He was supposed
to be helping Scott, not getting off on whatever perverse spell his best friend
was under. It was hard though (literally) to remain focused. Stiles stretched
out, watching the rivulets of come slip down his ribs into the coverlet. Would
Scott smell it? Would he now what Stiles did? Stiles swallowed hard. Maybe he
would. Maybe it would get Scott to finally talk to him.
His fingers brushed against a leather-bound book and he glanced upwards. It was
under Scott's pillow. Frowning, he pulled the book out and held it up in front
of his eyes. Books were really not Scott's forte, and old, leather-bound books
were even less so. Stiles thumbed it open, wondering why this book was
something Scott kept so close at hand.
"Bitch Training?"
Stiles' eyes went wide. Scott had called his betas his "bitches." Was this
where that had come from? Thumbing through it, he saw several references to
using BDSM on Betas. He also saw a lot of chicken-scratch notes from Scott,
written on Post-Its, each one mentioning things he had tried and liked or tried
and didn't find useful.
Stiles sat up and started over from the beginning. He only got through the
first half of the forward though when he heard the door to the house open.
Panicking, Stiles looked over at the clock. No way Scott should be home yet!
But the murmured voices coming up the stairs definitely belonged to Scott and,
he was pretty sure, Brett.
Stiles stuffed the book under the pillow and grabbed his clothes. No time to
get dressed, he rushed out of Scott's window and managed to avoid breaking his
neck. He sat there for a second, waiting to hear if his clumsy exit had been
noticed. Fear closed around his rapidly-beating heart, certain he was about to
be caught and interrogated and not really sure what he would say.
"…please, sir, I just don't want to say. I just… Can you just paddle me and be
done?"
"No, Brett, I can't. Your Alpha has given you an order. Now, you've been out of
sorts since yesterday. Tell me what's going on."
"I… Sir, I don't want to cause problems."
Stiles frowned. This was not the Brett he knew. It certainly didn't sound like
the average Beacon Hills super villain. Brett sounded miserable and even
afraid. If it was an act, then it was a damn good one.
"Brett, it's up to me to deal with problems. You know that. Now spill."
There was a long, awkward pause. "I… I had a run-in with Stiles."
"Stiles?"
"Yeah… He… He's angry. I… I think he thinks I took you away from him or
something…"
"What? That's stupid! Why would he think that? What did he say?"
"It doesn't matter, sir."
Stiles frowned. Why wasn't Brett using this to drive a wedge between him and
Scott? Why was Brett acting like it was his fault? Stiles couldn't figure it
out. If Brett were trying to subvert Scott, now that he saw Stiles suspected
him, surely he would decide it was time to convince Scott to ditch him. But he
wasn't. What was his game?
"I told you that you needed to deal with Stiles, sir," Liam said.
"Shut up, Liam."
"I'm just saying…"
"I know what you're saying. And like I told you, Stiles is my problem. I'll
handle it."
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut. He was a problem now? That hurt so deep he had
trouble breathing for a second. When had he gone from being Scott's best friend
to Scott's "problem"? Stiles blinked hard as his eyes stung and his vision went
blurry. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a nightmare.
It's the evil spell mojo thing. It has to be.
"You need to handle it soon, sir."
"Shut up,Liam."
"Yes sir."
Stiles couldn't take it. He dragged on his clothes and bolted, needing to get
far away so he could process everything he'd heard. It couldn't be as bad as it
seemed. It just couldn't. There was more to it, some explanation, some reason
for everything just going to crap all of a sudden. He needed to believe that or
he'd wind up in Eichen House.
***** Desperate Times *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles calls in a favor in a last-ditch effort to figure out what has
     happened with his BFF
Stiles concentrated on the only clue he'd yet turned up, which wasn't much. He
went to all his usual sites for any references to the book on bitch training,
but none of them had anything. He expanded his search to the whole internet,
which buried him results, most of which led him to sites that made either hard
or sick. Trying to sort through them all took all of his focus, which was good,
since it didn't let him focus on anything else.
He also called in an Ace he'd been holding for a while. An old friend, or sort
of friend… Someone who'd offered to save your life by swiping your V-Card was a
friend after all. At least in Stiles' book. His first few pokes received no
response, so he let that simmer while he tried to find anything about werewolf
bitch training.
It was very late when he finally found a scrap of something. It was a blog,
abandoned some years back, of a werewolf girl in Australia. In it she mentioned
how her Alpha had been correcting her bad behavior using a method called bitch
training. There wasn't a lot of detail, which made it hard to know if it was
even the same thing. Certainly, Brett's change of behavior could be explained
by Scott "training" him, but there wasn't a need to train the puppy, was there?
Liam was just too adorable and sweet to need a paddling.
Stiles poked his Ace again, adding a "911" to the poke to try and get his
attention. He needed answers, fast, and he was pretty much at the end of his
resources.
His laptop beeped and he quickly hit the icon to bring up the video chat.
Danny's face came on screen, looking mussed and not terribly happy with being
bothered. Stiles was not really in a position where he could worry about being
polite though.
"Danny, I need to talk to Ethan."
"How'd you find me?"
"You've had the same handle since we were like seven. Now, Ethan?"
"Um… I don't know where he is..."
"Okay, you're lying. You both disappeared at the same time. I need to talk to
Ethan and I need to talk to him right now."
Danny looked over his shoulder. "Look… He's busy right now…"
Stiles was not in a patient mood. "Well, tell him to take your dick out of his
mouth for a minute. I have a bit of an emergency."
Danny actually laughed. "It's not my dick he has in his mouth."
"Huh?"
There was some wiggling and camera shaking and then Stiles was staring into a
face he never thought to see again. "It was mine."
"Jackson?"
"You remember me. How nice."
"But… You… Wait… Danny… Ethan… What the fuck is happening?"
Jackson smiled that cocky grin of his. "Well, Ethan is sucking my dick. And I
was sucking Danny's. Now, what was so fucking important?"
Stiles' brain was already at maximum capacity for weirdness. "I… I have… You're
gay?"
"I think the word is 'bisexual.' But you probably know that one."
"What do you mean?" Stiles had no idea why his voice went up three octaves.
"Right…. So… What. Is. It?"
Stiles stared at him for a second, and without really meaning to he imagined
the three sexy guys tangled together in some sexy blow-job festival. It was
really difficult to think of anything else once he got that image in his head.
Seriously, had the whole world turned gay? How had he managed to not get
effected?
"Er…"
"Okay, call back later…"
"No wait!" Stiles had to rally. He needed to help Scott. "I… I think Scott's
into something bad. I don't know for sure. But Ethan was an Alpha. I thought
maybe he'd know something."
"What, is he snorting blue wolfsbane?" Jackson asked.
"Um… What effect would that have?"
"It was a joke, Stiles."
Stiles narrowed his eyes. Jackson was as infuriating as ever. "Scott is into
something called 'Bitch Training.' I think he got it from some black magic book
or something. I can't find a lot of info."
Ethan's head suddenly popped into view. "Bitch Training you say?"
"Yeah… You know it? Is it like some Evil Alpha Mojo or something? Like, has he
gone over to the Dark Side?"
Ethan grinned. "He's finally learned… That's awesome."
"Learned what? And, um… You have some, um… On your chin…"
Jackson leaned in and licked the jizz from Ethan's chin, which was way too hot
for Stiles to process.
"Scott learned how to be a real Alpha at last… I was hoping…" Ethan grinned
like a kid at Christmas. "Don't worry. It's nothing bad at all. In fact, it's
great."
"It … is?"
"Uh huh. Um… So, gotta go… Bye Stiles."
"But… Hold on…"
"Bye Stiles!" all three chorused and the screen went blank.
Stiles leaned back in his chair. So, that was it then. Nothing was wrong. Scott
wasn't into some dark lycanthropic sorcery. No spells were being cast. No
demons had come to Beacon Hills to wreak havoc. Nothing strange at all was
going on. Scott just had Alpha business, and Stiles wasn't a part of that.
Stiles felt a panic attack coming on. It was obvious to him now that he had
been fooling himself, convincing himself there were evil-doings going on so he
didn't have to face the fact that Scott was leaving him behind. Not that they
wouldn't remain friends, in some way. They'd still sit together and joke
together, but the bond that they shared was obviously coming to an end.
Stiles curled up on his bed and pulled the covers over himself, giving in to
the depression. Maybe he'd figure something out in the morning. Maybe he'd wake
up and the whole thing would have just been a nightmare. Stiles could only
hope, because right then he had no idea what he was going to do.
Stiles woke late, since it was Saturday. He picked up his phone and saw no
messages from Scott, which at this point was hardly a surprise. He dragged
himself out of bed and showered, his motions mechanical, listless. He ate out
of habit and then decided to just get out of the house to try and keep himself
from going crazy.
He wasn't one to mope, but it was really all he had left. It had taken a while,
but Scott's werewolfiness had finally come between them. Stiles had tried to
think of some way to overcome that, but there was only one answer. He'd have to
ask Scott for the bite, but there was a chance that would kill him and even if
it didn't, Stiles just didn't want to be a werewolf.
He'd put up with a lot, all out of his affection for his friend. He was always
going to be the sidekick, the comedic relief, the support staff. No matter how
many mysteries he solved, no matter how many days he saved, no matter how many
bad guys he snarked at, he was always going to be second to Scott. And that was
honestly okay. Stiles didn't need or want to be the center of attention. And he
definitely didn't want Scott's responsibilities.
He thought he'd carved out a place for himself in Scott's world, but apparently
not. Scott still laughed and joked with him, but it was a shadow of what they
once shared. Now his focus was on his two betas and the new sexy bond they
shared.
Maybe if I offered to let him fuck me, he'd like me again.
Stiles smiled at his own joke. He knew it was a joke too. Scott wouldn't bother
fucking his scrawny ass when he had two gorgeous little bitches to have fun
with. No way Stiles could compete with them, on any level.
Stiles heaved a sigh and kicked a rock as he meandered the winding wooded path.
Werewolves. Damn fucking werewolves! They just messed everything up. From the
moment that bastard Peter had bitten Scott, it had been nothing but problems.
Stiles was so deep in his brood, he never even noticed the figures approaching
from the shadows. Only when a hand was slipped over his mouth did he realize
the danger he was in, which was way, way too late. Stiles was shoved to the
ground roughly and the hand was replaced with a ball gag. Then a blindfold was
slipped into place, preventing him from identifying his attackers. He made a
muffled noise of rebellion, which turned into a whining noise of alarm when his
clothes were roughly yanked off him.
Panic took over and he thrashed about, uselessly trying to escape. He had no
idea what was going on, if it was a mugging, a really ugly high school prank or
something much scarier. But his attackers were too strong. Once he was
stripped, they slapped metal cuffs onto his wrists, cutting off any hope of
escape.
Then he was hauled up off the ground and settled over someone's shoulder.
Stiles wriggled and kicked, but it was no good. His kidnappers had him in a
firm grip. Whatever they had planned, he couldn't stop them.
***** All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles faces off with his kidnappers. Stuff happens.
Stiles tried to get his bearings by listening to the sounds around him, but he
was no tracker. He could tell they were still in the woods and that was about
it. The idea that his kidnappers were taking him somewhere far away from
witnesses did in no way make him feel better. Was he being taken by whoever
took Derek?
It seemed like a long while later when his kidnappers finally stopped and set
him down on his knees. Stiles considered trying to run, but figured with his
eyes covered he likely would just run right into a tree. No, he had to bide his
time, look like he'd surrendered and wait for his moment.
The blindfold came off and to Stiles' complete shock, he was kneeling before
Scott. To his even more complete shock, his best friend was completely naked.
And, as he looked around, he saw his kidnappers, Liam and Brett, were also nude
save for some leather dog collars. Either he'd wandered into the Twilight Zone,
or he was having one of his very vivid, very erotic dreams.
"It's all right Stiles. You're fine. Just wanted to talk to you in private,"
Scott said. He turned to his Betas. "Anyone see or hear anything?"
They grinned hugely. "Nope," Liam said. "We caught him without him making a
sound."
Stiles got the sense the puppy was mocking him, which made him angry, but he
was so embarrassed to be there, naked in front of them all, that his anger had
to get in line. He chewed on his gag, wanting to tell them all just what he
thought of them, that he wasn't going to just let them have fun at his expense.
Words were his weapon of choice, and he was currently unarmed.
Scott turned back to him. "Okay. Stiles, we need to talk. I owe you an
explanation."
Scott nakedly paced back and forth in front of Stiles in a very naked way, with
his naked cock and his naked balls swinging back and forth, which was a fact
that was hard to ignore since that giant dick of his was beginning to inflate
in a rather mesmerizing way. Stiles did his best to ignore it, since Scott was
finally explaining things, but his eyes kept tracking back to that very
interesting part of Scott's body.
"Stiles?"
Stiles "Hrmphd" around his gag, managing to lock his eyes with Scott's once
more.
Scott smiled at him, that cocky, sweet smile that was a welcome drop of
familiarity in this incredibly unfamiliar situation. Stiles could sense Liam
and Brett smiling at him in the corner of his vision, but he chose to ignore
them. Their sexy nakedness with their dicks all hard and twitching were the
additional distraction Stiles simply couldn't afford. His brain was completely
overloaded.
"I know I messed up. I should have talked to you sooner, but I wasn't sure how
and I wasn't sure what your reaction would be. I was… Well, you know … scared
you wouldn't like me anymore."
Stiles gnawed on the ball gag. His instinct was to launch into a tirade about
being left out and betrayed and that Scott really shouldn't just ditch him and
why would Scott ever worry Stiles wouldn't like him? But he wasn't allowed. All
he could do was sit there on his knees and listen to his best friend explain
why he no longer rated or something. It was making him crazy. They finally were
talking, but he couldn't talk!
"Here it is, Stiles. Brett and Liam are my bitches." Scott eyed him for a
second, gauging his reaction. "It started out with me just spanking them for
being such naughty puppies, but the sex started pretty soon after that." Scott
stepped over to the kneeling boys and petted their hair. Stiles noticed, even
though he was trying not to, that they smiled in ecstasy at their Alpha's
approval. "That's the reason I had them gag you. Because I figured you would
probably try and make a joke about it and it's not a joke. We've bonded as a
pack, in ways I can't really describe."
Stiles tried to not let that sting, but it did anyway. It hurt hearing Scott
tell him these things, that Scott basically had new and better, cooler friends
and Stiles could never share in that. Just as he'd feared, Scott was leaving
him behind. His stomach clenched with anxiety. Stiles swore to himself that one
thing he wouldn't do was cry.
Stiles wasn't sure why he'd been kidnapped, gagged and stripped for this bit of
terrible news, but he figured he would just have to wait and see. Then, much
later, when he was alone in his room, he could have a sobbing breakdown over
it. He might even have a panic fit, just to make it special. Stiles trembled
all over, feeling ill.
Scott squatted down in front of him, and the sweet smile on his face instantly
made all the bad feelings go away. Stiles looked into his friend's soft brown
eyes and knew, just knew, that somehow it was going to be okay, that he was
stupid to have ever doubted Scott. It was a look like Scott had always given
him before, back when they were the losers who got picked on, the look that
told Stiles they were okay because they were together. The change from panicked
rejection to comforted assurance was so swift it made Stiles a bit dizzy.
"We're closer than friends, closer than brothers, Stiles. You're the first
person I wanted to share this with because it's so amazing. But I wasn't sure
you'd understand. I didn't know if you could handle me having sex with my
Betas. Talking to you about that sort of thing has always been difficult. Like,
you get really weird when I talk about that time we fooled around and this is
way more serious than a couple kids trading clumsy BJs."
Stiles let out another, "Mrrrmpph!" of protest, wanting to argue that he wasn't
weird about it he just had no idea what to say about it and it wasn't like
Scott had really tried to bring it up before, at least not in any way that
Stiles wasn't able to easily dodge. If Scott had really wanted to discuss it,
he could have, if he'd just cornered Stiles into it… Maybe tied him up. Gagged
him, perhaps… Stiles abandoned that train of thought as it in no way helped his
case.
"I thought a lot about this. How to tell you, what you would say, how you would
feel about this new side of me. That's why it took so long, way too long I
know. I mean, I know in my heart, you and me are forever. No matter what, we're
a team."
Stiles's eyes stung with unshed tears. Scott wasn't ditching him. Scott knew
their bond was something sacred. Stiles swallowed hard and nodded his fervent
agreement. If he could talk, he would have told Scott he didn't care his buddy
was now into dick, that maybe he sort of liked dick too in a theoretical sense
and that there was nothing that could ever come between them, even if Scott was
now some sexily scary dominating, ass-spanking Alpha.
But all he could say was a pitiful. "Mmmphrrmm…"
"I wanted to share this with you, but since you're not a werewolf, I didn't
know if it would work. I thought about giving you the bite, but I don't want to
risk you. I can't risk you. Losing you would destroy me. You know that, right?"
Stiles nodded vigorously again. He felt the same way. In fact, just the idea of
losing Scott as a friend had been enough to unravel his mind.
Scott's smile widened. "Part of the bitch training is establishing a solid pack
hierarchy. First I made them accept me as the Alpha. Then Liam won his place as
the Alpha Bitch. One of the things I worried about was where you would fit into
that." Scott's eyes sparkled with mischief that Stiles knew spelled trouble but
found sort of cute and weirdly sexy. "Then I realized that wasn't going to be a
problem. You'll fit in where you always do: helping and supporting your
friends. We're just going make it official and, well, add in some sex. I'm
going to make you the Pack Bitch. Which basically means your job is to make
sure everyone is satisfied."
Stiles' eyes flew wide.  "...mmrrrph?"
He couldn't even believe what Scott had just said. Nor could he really believe
how incredibly hot it sounded. After seeing the things he'd seen in the last
few days, he had no trouble at all imagining the sorts of things this new job
would entail. And the way Scott just announced it, just took command, like a
real Alpha, it made Stiles shiver with arousal. He'd been so freaked out over
all the weird changes and so worried about where that left him and Scott that
somehow he'd missed it. It wasn't a fluke or an aberration – Scott really was
an Alpha now, completely.
Scott ran his hands through Stiles' hair and looked seriously into his eyes.
"I'd ask if you want to back out, but since your dick just got super hard, I
can tell you like the idea."
Stiles nodded weakly, not bothering to deny it.
Scott smiled brightly and held up a leather collar. Stiles saw a single golden
tag on the collar, engraved with the words "Pack Bitch." Stiles smiled around
his gag and submissively bowed his head.
Scott secured the collar around his neck. "You really are mine, aren't you?"
Stiles nodded, more certainly. On some level, he'd always been Scott's. Now,
though, he realized Scott was making the claim far more official and much more
permanent in an all-over, body and soul kind of way. It made Stiles' heart
hammer in his chest.
"Good. First, though, you need a spanking, for about six hundred reasons, one
of which is that I really want to."
Stiles shuddered at the idea. He'd seen the punishment Liam had taken and the
idea of getting his ass pummeled like that was both terrifying and extremely
terrifying. But looking at Scott's face, seeing the affection – okay, no lie,
it was love, the same love Stiles knew was in his own heart – Stiles completely
relaxed. Scott was a badass Alpha now, but that didn't change the fact that
Stiles trusted him completely. If Scott wanted to tan his hide, then Scott
would do so, and Stiles knew he would only push him as far as Stiles could go.
Scott nodded to Liam, who came over and settled on his knees in front of
Stiles. The grin was still there, but without the haze of jealousy clouding his
vision, Stiles could now see it wasn't cruel or mocking. It actually reminded
him of the grin the puppy got when the team won a particularly important game.
"I'm so glad you're joining us, Stiles," he said. "It just wasn't right, not
including you."
"You said that a few times," Scott said, going over to a nearby backpack.
"And it was worth you paddling me for nagging you, sir," Liam said.
Stiles smiled around his gag.
"I'm gonna hold you steady, Stiles. Okay? You don't need to worry about holding
yourself up or anything. I've got you."
Stiles nodded, somewhat alarmed that he would need werewolf support, but mostly
just feeling warmed by the affection in the puppy's voice. He glanced over and
saw Brett kneeling nearby, not looking at him. Remembering his angry words to
Brett and how upset he'd been when telling Scott about it, Stiles felt very
guilty. He was going to have to fix that when he could talk again.
Liam wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. "You're pack, Stiles. One
of us"
Stiles managed to not get weepy at those words. Which was helped by his ass
getting hit with something hard and wooden in the next second. Stiles howled
into his gag and collapsed into Liam, shocked by how hard Scott hit him. The
pain was unbelievable, a fire radiating outward from his ass to, apparently,
his hair follicles.
"When I spank you in the future," Scott said. "You will count them off and
thank me. But right now… I think it's best we keep that gag in."
In the future…?
Stiles' chest heaved. Scott sounded so fucking sexy.In ways Stiles had never
thought Scott could sound sexy. Dominant, confidant… Absolutely in control.
Stiles moaned into his gag, feeling his flagging erection return. He'd wondered
why the Betas not only submitted to Scott but obviously loved doing it. Now he
knew. The feeling of surrendering, of giving himself to his friend – his Alpha
– was intensely erotic.
Stiles didn't get a wussy paddling, fit for a human. No, Scott treated him like
a member of the pack. Stiles would have found that flattering, except he was
too busy screaming and hollering into the gag, his mind in tatters from the
brutal paddling. In that sea of agony, Stiles found comfort in one thing:
knowing that Scott was doing this because he was part of the pack. Each
thunderous whack was a bruising reminder that he belonged.
***** Pack Bitch *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles finally joins the pack in the way he was destined for. Or, put
     another way, Stiles embraces his inner bitch
When it was over, Stiles sobbed in Liam's arms. It wasn't just the pain. The
pain was like, half. Or three-quarters. Certainly no more than ninety percent.
There was also a lot of FEELS in there too, a weird jumble of happiness and
relief and release of weeks of anxiety.
Liam gently moved him and Stiles went like a rag doll into Scott's arms. He
clung fiercely to his friend, shaking all over.
Scott unsnapped the gag and set it aside. "How you doing Stiles?"
"Ow…"
Scott chuckled softly. "And?"
Stiles sniffled. "Happy…" He managed a shy smile. "Happy we're still a team."
"I feel bad you ever doubted that." Scott stroked his hair. "Won't happen
again."
"I really thought y-you were ditching me…"
Scott's eyes filled with sadness. "Oh Stiles… Never. Not ever. No matter what."
Stiles felt raw and needy in ways he had no ability to cope with. "Promise…?"
"I swear on my life."
"Thank you." Stiles leaned into his friend, his Alpha and panted a little. "So
boned up right now..."
Scott nuzzled him. "I can tell..." He nibbled the skin where Stiles' shoulder
met his neck. "You're mine, Stiles."
Stiles shivered. The part of his brain that was in charge of witty remarks was
occupied with trying to comprehend that he'd just been spanked by his best
friend and that he was hornier than he'd ever been while being hugged and
cuddled while they were both really, very lacking in clothing.
"I... I always have been."
"I know."
Stiles rested his forehead against Scott's. "You were worried I wouldn't like
this side of you?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I, uh, love it. Lots and lots. You're like, Super Scott, Big-Dicked
Alpha, a BDSM super he…" Stiles stopped himself. His witty-remark brain had
woken up, apparently, but the jokes didn't feel right. He bit his lower lip and
shyly looked into Scott's eyes, opening doors inside himself that he always
kept locked, barricaded and hidden behind heavy furniture.
"I… I love you, Scott."
The words made him feel even more naked, more vulnerable. His brain immediately
filled up with a hundred one-liners to try and obfuscate what he'd said, to re-
bury the secret, to get some kind of shield up before something awful and soul-
destroying happened. But Stiles found the courage to do the hardest thing of
all for him – keep his mouth shut.
"I love you too, Stiles."
Stiles' smile widened. "Oh…"
Scott grinned. "Yeah…"
Scott gave him a hungry kiss. Stiles, raw and still off-kilter, responded with
a neediness that shocked him. How had he not realized how much he wanted this?
To be claimed, owned by his best friend… Stiles moaned into the kiss, sinking
into the feeling of Scott's tongue tangling with his.
It was intoxicating, and more than a little bit surprising. He'd been spiraling
into depression, thinking Scott was going to ditch him for his new friends.
Instead, Scott was ripping away the barriers between them, the illusion that
they were and would only ever be friends. How silly that seemed now to Stiles,
that he'd ever thought he didn't belong to Scott. Of course he did. It wouldn't
have hurt as much when he thought he was being abandoned, otherwise.
All the darkness that had been building inside him dissipated, leaving behind a
feeling of deep contentment. A little moan of pleasure escaped him as he let
himself accept this was really happening. As the two made out, muffled groans
filling the air, Stiles knew he was right where he belonged.
After a blissful few minutes, Scott pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Now
get on your knees. You're going to suck your Alpha's dick."
Stiles almost came at that growled command. Fuck, it was ridiculous how sexy
his friend was as a dominant Alpha. Even though it felt like his poor ass was
on fire, even though he felt wobbly all over, he managed to wiggle up onto his
knees. Weird, but he was almost giddy at the feeling of obeying, of being one
of Scott's bitches.
Scott stood and moved in front of him, smiling down at him and stroking his big
erection. "Suck it, bitch."
A week ago, that would have made Stiles burst out laughing. Like, Scott was
pretending to be a porn star or something. But it didn't sound fake. It was
completely sincere because Stiles was his bitch. It made his mouth water and
his dick throb. He leaned in and gave the flared head a long, savoring lick. It
was nothing at all like when he'd done this before as a clueless, awkward and
sexually-bewildered kid. Then, he'd been full of nerves and anxiety, wanting to
make his friend happy, but not wanting to be so good it seemed like he was gay
but super excited to be doing it.
Now, he wanted to worship Scott's cock, to enjoy every beautiful inch of it. He
wanted Liam and Brett to watch him suck the Alpha's dick and to imagine what it
would be like when he sucked theirs, which he would soon be doing. The thought
wasn't even scary, it was exciting. He was the Pack Bitch and that felt so
right he didn't even care that it basically meant he was a slut. Because he was
their slut, these beautiful men who had accepted him into their pack.
"Hands free. That's advance-level dick worship," Liam said, smiling.
Stiles cracked a little smile and ran his tongue from the base of Scott's cock
all the way to the tip and back again. He flicked his tongue over Scott's
balls, loving the sound of Scott's approving growl. He took one big testicle in
his mouth and lovingly teased it, then moved to the second one.
"Fuck that's sexy," Liam said.
Scott rumbled out another chuckle. "I've let them know they can't come today
until they feed you a load. They're pretty horny."
"That's putting it mildly, sir."
Stiles was dimly aware that Brett was staying quiet, but he had other things to
focus on. He kissed his way up Scott's twitching erection and then swallowed
the tip into his mouth. The musky taste of Scott's precum flowed over his
tongue and Stiles moaned in joy. Scott tasted so good. It made Stiles hungry
for his jizz.
Scott petted his hair. "Nnn… That's a good bitch… So hot…"
The raw honesty in Scott's voice made Stiles go even darker crimson. Though it
made no earthly sense, Scott wanted him as much as he wanted the other two,
much more handsome bitches. Stiles assumed that with the huge dick and Alpha
badass-ness, Scott had also gained some sort of vision impairment.
"Fuck, Stiles, I've wanted you to suck me off again for so damn long…"
Stiles looked up at his friend, his Alpha, his owner and slowly swallowed more
inches into his throat. Scott had been dreaming about this? And not telling
him? Really not cool. Sure, Stiles might possibly have freaked out and made
some sort of joke but still… Scott should have shared.
"Oh god, he has the whole thing!" Liam gasped. "Fuck! Took me a few tries to do
that!"
Stiles paused with his nose buried in Scott's pubes. Pride filled him, as well
as surprise. Of all the hidden talents to have, he'd never suspected swallowing
huge dicks would be one of his. Yet he was taking Scott's whole cock without
any difficulty.
"I knew he was a natural bitch," Scott murmured. "He was born for this."
Stiles decided to only be happy to hear that. Scott was happy, and proud of
him, and the fact that it was because he was a cocksucking savant, well, did
that really matter? Stiles moaned around his mouthful, pulled back and
swallowed it all again.
"My Stiles… My wonderful, sexy, hot-as-fuck Stiles," Scott breathed, thrusting
back and forth.
Stiles drooled and groaned as he sucked, feeling like he was floating from
those words. He worked his tongue over his friend's thick shaft, doing what he
could to increase Scott's pleasure. That was the most important thing to him
right then – giving Scott everything he had to give.
Scott grabbed him by the hair. "I thought I'd have to work up to this, but…"
Stiles' eyes fluttered with submissive pleasure as Scott began fucking his
mouth in deep, hard thrusts. With his hands cuffed, on his knees, there was
nothing he could do to resist. And he deeply didn't want to resist. Scott was
taking what was rightfully his.
The Alpha's huge dick shoved in and out at a brutal pace for several wonderful
minutes. Stiles looked up at Scott through the whole sexy, fantastic
experience. He didn't even try to hide the adoration he felt bursting out of
him. He knew it was on his face, glowing in his eyes. And that was good. He
wanted Scott to see it, to know Stiles loved him and was overjoyed to finally
be claimed and put in his place.
"You fucking sexy bitch," Scott moaned. "Here… Yeah…"
Stiles welcomed the hot jets of come into his mouth, savoring them, basking in
the first load of cum from his Alpha. Not a drop escaped his lips. It was too
precious. He locked eyes with his sexy Alpha and swallowed the thick, tasty
jizz down his throat.
Scott stepped back, eyes bright and glowing faintly with a tinge of red as his
Alpha instincts reacted to the claiming of another bitch. "Perfect, Stiles. So
completely perfect."
Stiles licked his lips. "Thank you… Sir."
He eyed Scott's cock, wondering when the Alpha would decide to breed him.
Stiles had no doubt that would happen. It didn't worry him. He knew he was
ready to be fucked, to be mounted by the pack Alpha and used as a bitch should
be used. But of course, that would happen only when the Alpha decided it was
the right time.
At a nod from Scott, Liam stepped over. Stiles smiled up at the puppy and
opened up to take the Beta's cock into his mouth. Liam was younger, and fairly
new to the group and new to being a werewolf. By most measurements, he was
lower in the pecking order. But that was in human terms. In werewolf terms,
Liam was the Alpha Bitch (whatever that meant) and Stiles was the Pack Bitch.
Stiles didn't need his Mystery Board and colored string to work out that
whatever the pack hierarchy was, he was on the bottom of it.
Liam shoved his dick all the way into Stiles throat, growling in satisfaction.
Naturally, he was smaller than Scott, but still more than a mouthful. The puppy
moaned as Stiles began sucking, holding Stiles against his crotch and panting
audibly.
"Fuck he's good…"
"Right?" said Scott. "He would have won that round of the Bitch Games no
problem."
Stiles wanted to know what that was all about, but his mouth was too full and
Liam didn't seem inclined to let go of his hair. He started thrusting in short
jabs, his balls slapping against Stiles' chin. Liam was using him, which was
awesome. The gorgeous Beta had seen Stiles could take it and wasn't holding
back.
"Fuck Stiles," he moaned. "Yeah, fucking suck it you bitch…"
Stiles sucked as hard as he could while the horny Beta fucked his mouth. It was
so good. Stiles had always on some level considered himself to be Scott's
lieutenant, his first officer, just by right of seniority. No matter how many
supernatural friends they added to the pack, Stiles had more or less assumed he
was still at the top of the ranking system. But now, here on his knees, sucking
off Liam, knowing he would be doing that whenever Liam wanted, Stiles felt
completely at home. Pack Bitch. It was perfect.
Liam whined and panted as he shoved his cock in and out of Stiles' mouth. The
puppy was pouring precome over Stiles' tongue, his cock throbbing and twitching
as he got more and more excited. Stiles happily sucked on his mouthful,
gurgling moans escaping his throat. His own dick was painfully hard, but there
was nothing he could do about that. And what was more (and weird as fuck) he
was more concerned with getting Liam off. Because knowing he was pleasuring one
of his pack made him shiver with ecstasy.
Liam let out one more sexy little moan and then shot his load, pumping spurts
of come into Stiles' eager mouth. Stiles savored the rich, thick come for
second before swallowing it down. Liam beamed at him, still panting, then
reached out and mussed Stiles' hair. He should have felt like that was
demeaning, but instead Stiles felt warmed by his packmate's affection
"That was awesome as fuck," Liam said and gave him a tender kiss.
Stiles nuzzled at him, feeling giddy. "Good." He licked his lips. "Next
customer?"
Liam laughed. "Okay, Brett, get over here. Your balls have to be seriously
aching by now."
"Um… It's okay… He doesn't have to…"
Stiles' smile came crashing down as he remembered his confrontation with Brett.
"No, it's cool. Come on over."
He hoped that by keeping a light tone, he could ease them passed their little
spat, but one glance at Brett was enough to tell him that wasn't going to
happen. The Beta looked scared to come anywhere near him, which made no sense
at all.
"Okay, what the fuck happened between you two?" Scott demanded.
***** Paying the Piper *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles has to fess up to the bad thing he did. Then he needs to be
     punished.
Brett bowed his head and mumbled something. Stiles could tell from the
tenseness of his posture it was costing Brett something to not immediately obey
and tell their Alpha everything. The fact that he was resisting shocked Stiles.
Why wouldn't he tell Scott what a dickbag Stiles had been? He didn't owe Stiles
anything.
"One of you needs to start talking."
Stiles winced at the tone of Scott's voice. He glanced at Brett and tried to
send a silent signal that they were cool now and he didn't need to worry and
Stiles was fully ready to suck him until his eyes crossed to prove he was
sorry. Unfortunately, the signal wasn't received. There was no getting out of
it. He had to admit how he'd fucked up.
"I… I did a stupid thing."'
"Stiles, you don't have to…" Brett said.
That made Stiles feel a million times worse. Brett was willing to get his ass
whipped to save Stiles from having to talk about their run-in. Stiles couldn't
have that. This was his mistake.
"Yeah, I do," Stiles said. "I… Um, well… I was trying to figure out why you
were suddenly acting weird." His eyes darted to Scott, who was frowning in a
way that made Stiles suddenly need to pee. "Um… So I figured that, you know,
like usual, something evil had come to Beacon Hills and…" Stiles cleared his
throat. "And, uh… I thought it was Brett…"
"Go on."
Stiles let out a tiny whimper. "Um… So, I uh… I did some research… Uh… And so I
kind of thought maybe he was an incubus."
"Like the band?"
Stiles almost laughed, but he was too terrified to do that. "Um, no. Like a
demon… So, uh, I kind of tried to banish him."
He chanced a look at Scott's face and saw no sign of forgiveness yet.
"And…?"
Stiles gulped. "Um…"
"He confronted me and said he knew I was evil and he would stop me," Brett said
suddenly.
Scott's eyes flicked to the Beta. "That doesn't explain why you were so upset."
"I… I may have said something about him not belonging here…"
"Stiles!"
At least Scott's exasperated tone was familiar. "I was going out of my mind,
okay? You were ditching me, you and your Betas were all sexing each other up
and I was left trying to figure out what the hell had happened and okay, I was
jealous too, because they were suddenly closer to you than I was and that hurt
like hell and it's your fault anyway for not telling me right away about all
this!"
Stiles risked another look at his Alpha. Scott was looking skyward, as if
trying to summon patience from the heavens. Liam, oddly enough, was actually
giggling.
"God I remember that feeling. I got so jealous when I thought Scott liked Brett
more than me."
"Wait, you knew we were having sex?" Scott asked.
"Um… What do you mean?"
"You just said you were jealous because we were having sex."
Stiles scooted back a little. "Uh… Did I say that?"
"Stiles, you are already in for the mother of all spankings. Just tell me the
rest."
"Um… Well… I may have sort of put some spyware on your computers and, um,
possibly I may have seen you guys kind of doing each other…"
Liam's giggles turned into full-out laughter. "That's awesome!" Scott threw him
a flinty glare and Liam tried to muffle his amusement. "Um, and so wrong…"
"Stiles…"
"I thought you were in serious peril! Lots of peril! I was just looking out for
you!"
"So you decided, rather than talk to me, to treat Brett like the super villain
of the month?"
"Hey, I did try and talk to you! You blew me off."
Liam winced and shook his head. "Oh Stiles, you are in so deep."
Stiles had no doubt that was true. But he at least wanted Scott to know that
what he'd done, while wrong, had been for the best of reasons. "I had to do
something! Then I saw Brett's family photos were fake and I figured something
was up!"
"How did you… Wait, the photos are fake?" Scott frowned at Stiles and then
glanced at Brett.
Brett shook his head at Stiles, trying to get him to be quiet, but it was way
too late. Stiles eyed him, not sure why this of all things was off limits.
"Yeah… They're… They're altered…"
Scott turned to Brett. "Is that true?"
Brett slumped. "Yes, sir."
"Why…?"
Brett shrugged, still not looking up. "Because I'm pathetic. I see those
pictures of my parents off on their vacations and I wish I was with them. I
fake the photos so… So it's almost real."
Stiles had thought he'd reached the lowest level he could feel, but then a new
subbasement opened up. He'd just accidentally humiliated Brett in front of
their Alpha. When he'd thought Brett was evil, sure, that would have been
great. Now Stiles wanted to smack himself. This was not a great start to his
Bitch career.
He turned and tried to walk on his knees towards Brett, but with his hands
cuffed, he quickly capsized. Falling onto his side, Stiles struggled to right
himself, but it was useless. He wasn't exactly graceful when he had full use of
his limbs. Without them, he was full of fail.
Scott loomed over him and it was a relief to see the tiniest hint of a smile on
his face. "Going somewhere?"
Stiles eyed him, still trying to get back up. "I need to get to Brett."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a colossal fuckwad and I need to apologize damn it!
"Stiles, you're going to have a big learning curve when it comes to learning to
treat your Alpha with respect."
Stiles didn't doubt that at all. "Okay, sir, I really need to apologize to
Brett, sir. Can I have my hands back please, sir?"
Scott gave him another bemused look and then helped Stiles back up onto his
knees. "You are going to be one interesting Bitch." He unlocked Stiles' cuffs
and then gave Stiles a very stern look. "You're in a lot of trouble."
Stiles sighed. "I know."
He didn't get up. Some instinct told him he was better off on all fours. So he
crawled over to Brett and knelt in front of him, feeling about as horrible as
he'd ever felt in his life. Now having some sense of the pain Brett dealt with
at being rejected by his parents, Stiles understood why his words had cut his
packmate so deep. He reached out and touched Brett's face and the Beta uneasily
met his eyes.
"Brett, you don't know me, but if you did, you'd know that I do really stupid
things sometimes. I was angry and jealous and you made a good target. What I
said about you not belonging? That was just the ugly, nasty Stiles who only
comes out when he thinks he's going to get abandoned. He's an asshole. Don't
believe anything he says. Because you do belong. I'll make sure you know that,
I swear."
Brett searched his eyes, a tentative smile beginning to form. "I… I know all
about being an asshole because you're insecure. I used to do it all the time
before Scott put me in my place."
On an impulse, Stiles gave Brett a sweet little kiss. "I messed up bad. I… I
need to be punished."
Brett shook his head. "It's all right…"
Stiles looked to Scott, who cocked his head to the side. "You do need to be
punished Stiles. Brett, you need to choose how."
"You already took a hard paddling… And you're not used to it. Or a werewolf,"
Brett argued.
"Our Alpha has already decided, so I think either you decide my punishment or
he punishes us both."
Brett looked into his eyes. "You sure?"
Stiles wasn't sure how much his ass could take, but he knew this was the right
thing to do. This was all new and strange to him, but he understood the basics.
He'd fucked up. He'd hurt a member of the pack, no matter what his reasons had
been. He needed to pay for that. He wanted to pay for that, needed to so he
could prove to Brett he was sorry.
"Yeah… I deserve it."
Brett gave him a brief, tender kiss. "All right then…"
Stiles watched as Brett crawled over to Scott and Scott leaned over to hear
Brett's decision. He couldn't deny he was scared, but it was only of how much
pain he was going to feel. He wasn't scared Brett was going to go overboard or
that Scott would do any serious damage. He trusted them, which he knew seemed
strange since he'd been convinced Brett was an evil being from the depths of
hell just yesterday. But that was yesterday, before he'd become one of the
pack. Brett was his packmate and any and all jealousy and distrust Stiles had
felt was now replaced with a strong sense of loyalty and even affection.
Scott came over to him while Brett went to the backpacks they had brought.
Scott's expression was very serious. "Stiles, I get why you did what you did
and most of it I don't care about. I mean, spying on us is a little over the
line…"
Stiles gulped and offered his best look of contrition. "Sorry, sir… Um… It was
just too hot for me to not watch…"
Scott rewarded him with a little laugh. "It is pretty hot." He got serious
again. "But hurting Brett… That's something you need to pay for."
Stiles nodded. "I know."
"I just want to make sure you understand how this works. You're jumping into
the deep end of the pool here, and it's important you know what's up. Sometimes
I spank you bitches just for fun. It helps remind you of your place and
submitting to me re-enforces our bond. But sometimes a bitch needs punishment.
I'm always very clear on which one I'm doing."
"Y-Yes, um, sir."
"The other thing you need to understand is I'm not mad at all. Okay? It's my
job as Alpha to correct the behavior of my pack. Got it?"
Stiles nodded, feeling so many conflicting things right then. Having Scott
treating him as his responsibility was weird, because he'd always sort of
thought it was the other way around. But knowing he was part of the pack made
everything all right. "Yes, sir."
Liam and Brett came over and helped him up to his feet. Stiles trembled with
nervousness but didn't fight them as each of them looped a rope around one of
his wrists. The other ends were tossed over nearby branches and pulled so
Stiles' arms were bound spread eagle over his head. That was already pretty
embarrassingly exposed, but then Brett tied his ankles to each end of a long
wooden pole, which splayed his feet out wide as well. He was completely on
display, which was at once deeply humiliating and disturbingly arousing. Stiles
tried wriggling, but it was no good. He couldn't cover himself in any way.
"Um… I look better in natural lighting?"
"This is natural lighting, Stiles," Liam said.
"Oh… Right…"
"And you look sexy as hell," Liam added.
Stiles squirmed. "Doesn't lying get you spanked or something?"
"He's not lying," Scott said stepping over to him. "You're seriously hot,
Stiles."
"Am not."
"Don't contradict your Alpha." Scott looked into his eyes. "I know you don't
see it, Stiles. I know you never have. But you're beautiful."
Stiles bit off a joking retort, since he was already in for "the mother of all
spankings."
"Wait, what? He's serious?" Liam asked. "I thought he was kidding."
Scott shook his head. "No, he really is unhappy with how he looks."
"But he's gorgeous!" Brett said.
Stiles squirmed more. "Can we get to the beating now? Please?"
Scott sighed. "Everyone here wants you, Stiles. You're sexy, funny, smart. You
have nothing to be embarrassed about."
Stiles bit off another snarky comment, but it was getting harder. He really
needed his defenses if Scott was going to keep saying things like that. But his
defenses, he knew, would only make the punishment worse. He was starting to
miss the gag.
"We'll get you to see it, Stiles. I know we will," Scott said. "But now we have
other business."
"Yes, sir."
Stiles' brain was going a million miles a minute, in all directions at once. He
wondered what exactly his punishment would be, how much it would hurt and just
how much of a sobbing mess he'd be afterwards. He chewed himself up over having
hurt Brett, wishing there was a way to take it all back. Another part of his
brain was occupied replaying the scene of him sucking off Scott, which brought
a happy tingle to contrast the chafing of the ropes binding him. And somewhere
in there was also the hope that no hikers would wander across them.
"Put them on him, Brett."
"Yes, Alpha."
Put what on me?
Brett stepped over to Stiles, his long, rangy limbs moving with an easy grace.
He certainly didn't seem worried about running around naked. Though Stiles felt
if he were tall and muscled and fucking gorgeous he'd probably be happy to be
naked all the time. His eyes darted to Brett's dick, which was still fully
hard. Stiles licked his lips, eager to taste it. He almost wished they could
take a little break from the "Whip the Idiot Stiles" part of the program so he
could tend to Brett's thick, tasty-seeming erection. While he'd have been happy
to do that, he did sort of understand he had to earn that. He had to be
forgiven before he would be given a chance to suck Brett off.
Brett looked into his eyes, looking solemn. "Scott told you he's not mad. I
want you to know I'm not mad either."
"You should be," Stiles said. "I wouldn't blame you."
"You were protecting your friend."
Stiles bit his lower lip. Brett likely had no idea his Zen-like acceptance of
Stiles' ass-hattery was only making Stiles feel worse. "I was a jealous
fuckwad."
Brett smiled a bit. "Well, I did get your friend's dick before you. So, that's
fair."
Stiles chanced a little grin in return. "Oh yeah. Bastard. Maybe you should be
punished."
Brett licked his fingers and used them to tweak Stiles' nipples, making them
stiffen into peaks. Stiles shivered, watching Brett curiously. The tall Beta
attached a pair of nipple clamps to his nubs, drawing a gasp from him.
Stiles adjusted to the discomfort, and was just beginning to think it wasn't so
bad when Brett started to tighten the clamps. A whining mewl escaped his lips
as the pain went from mostly ignorable to "please oh please make it stop."
Tears pricked his eyes, but he blinked them away. This had to be only the
beginning. The sobbing could wait.
Liam came over to Brett and gave Stiles a sympathetic look. He passed Brett
some items, which turned out to be little weights that Brett then attached to
the clamps. Now not only pinching but tugging, the evil little things biting
onto his nubs became twice as vicious.
"Just breathe, Stiles," Scott said behind him. "In and out."
Stiles relaxed a little bit at the familiar voice. He drew in a shuddering
breath and let it out, trying to block the pain out. But that was futile, and
what was more, it went against the point of all this. He needed to feel the
pain, needed to accept his punishment. So instead of trying to pretend the pain
wasn't really happening, he focused on it, on the ache and the burn and
protesting throbbing from his nerves. His breathing eased.
Brett got down on his knees and attached a little leather sleeve over his
balls. Stiles watched this with some concern, since whatever Brett was doing
was part of the punishment and Stiles was a little (okay, like really a lot)
protective of his testicles.
Liam gave him more weights, which Brett attached to chains dangling from the
sleeve. Stiles whimpered as the weight pulled his balls downward. It didn't
hurt as much as the nipple clamps, but it definitely hurt in a place he wasn't
fond of pain.
Brett looked up at him, admiring his handiwork. "He's ready, sir."
Scott moved up behind Stiles again, resting a hand on his shoulder. "This is
going to hurt, bitch. Cry, scream, whatever you need to do. Always be honest in
your reactions. And after every stroke, tell Brett you're sorry."
Stiles shuddered at Scott's tone. This wasn't the playful tone from before the
spanking, and that spanking had hurt like hell. This was the tone of the Alpha;
serious, commanding, full of steely resolve. It was not something to joke about
or play games with.
"Yes, sir," Stiles said, his throat raw.
Scott stepped back. In the next second, leather tails crashed into the taught
skin of his shoulder blades. Stiles yelped, shocked by the sharp bite of the
leather. All of the weights jumped with him, tugging miserably on the tender
parts of his body.
Stiles panted as stars danced in his eyes. He glanced down at Brett, the
architect of this sadistic hell he'd been put in, and saw only compassion in
his packmate's face. This wasn't revenge. This was punishment. And Stiles
deserved it.
"I'm sorry Brett."
Focusing on Brett grounded Stiles in a way he did not expect. It didn't make
the pain less (because there was a lot of fucking pain!) but it made the pain
make sense. And Stiles needed things to make sense, to be able to connect the
dots, to know the cause and effect. It was just how his crazy brain worked.
The flogger snapped against his skin again and again in a steady drum beat.
Stiles at first tried to be brave, because that was just his nature. Then he
remembered his Alpha's instructions and he let himself howl and yelp as the
pain deepened and spread through his whole body. Like a fire, it just consumed
him.
Over and over the flogger struck, and over and over Stiles apologized. Not just
because he'd been told to, not because he had to, but because he genuinely was.
Brett hadn't deserved to be the focus of his anger and jealousy, and he
definitely hadn't deserved to be hurt as badly as Stiles hurt him.
When Stiles was reduced to a sobbing mess, only then did the punishment stop.
The bindings were removed and he collapsed into a pair of strong arms, which
held him tight as he shook. He heard the words, "It's all right, Stiles. You're
forgiven" and felt relief wash through him, and happiness too. He'd made it
through, shown he was sorry and was forgiven. He clung tightly to the one
holding him, the one telling him it was okay, knowing it was Brett offering him
absolution for his sins and feeling even better for it.
***** Being a Wolf Pack's Toy *****
Chapter Summary
     With the punishment out of the way, it's back to the sexy times for
     Scott and his bitch pack. Stiles is really okay with this plan
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry this is taking so long. I thought I had time to work on it
     right after I started posting and then everything in life went boom.
     I'm not giving up, just taking longer than I wanted.
It was only a moment later when other arms surrounded him and then yet more.
His pack had surrounded him and were all holding him in a comforting,
affectionate embrace. Stiles shivered and choked on his tears, overwhelmed by
the feeling of love. There was no mistaking the feeling, no other word for it.
His pack loved him. And he loved them. And there were no jokes to be made about
it.
Stiles became aware of a warmth growing from the pit of his stomach. It spread
slowly outward, making his nerves all tingle in a chorus of happiness. The pain
in his back subsided down to a dull throb, something he barely noticed in the
midst of all the wonderful feelings rippling through him.
"Is Stiles glowing or am I going crazy?" Liam asked.
"Pack healing," Brett said. "Satomi said some packs could do it. But only packs
that were truly bonded."
Stiles snuggled into his packmates. "Think we got that covered."
Scott nuzzled him. "I'm so happy right now. It's like that thing that kept us
apart is gone."
Stiles smiled coyly. "Yeah…" His eyes flicked to Brett. "So, um, if you were
okay with it now, I'd really like to suck your dick."
Brett grinned and Stiles was so happy to see the angst gone from his eyes.
"That's good because I seriously need it." He bit his lip. "And you look so hot
with a dick in your mouth."
Scott pushed Stiles down to his knees and Liam took a hold of Stiles' hair.
Giddy with the euphoria of the pack healing, happy he'd paid for his royal fuck
up, Stiles opened wide and welcomed Brett's cock as the tall, sexy werewolf fed
it between his lips.
Stiles was growing more adept at cocksucking, a skill he looked forward to
perfecting. It made him so horny, having the throbbing, leaking dick of one of
his packmates gliding over his tongue. The musky, rich taste of the precome was
so good it made him suck desperately on his mouthful. It was a strange and
erotic mix of being utterly submissive, where he was on his knees being used,
and being powerful in ways he never had before, able to tease little moans and
pleading gasps from the guy he was sucking off.
Brett moaned, thrusting deep into his throat. He was longer than Liam, but not
as thick. Stiles loved working on it, looking up at his pack as he serviced
Brett. Liam and Brett were tongue-kissing, making out in a heated frenzy. Scott
was playing with Liam's dripping cock and smiling down at Stiles.
Round two seemed ready to start as soon as Stiles finished Brett off. He was
completely okay with that. In fact, he was eager to get his lips on Scott's
dick again. It really was a monster, beautiful, powerful, but shockingly big.
Stiles hummed and sucked on Brett a little harder. He didn't want to rob Brett
of any cocksucking time, because that wouldn't be fair at all. Also, paying
full attention to Brett's throbbing dick was a good way to avoid thinking of
all the filthy things he wanted Scott to do to him.
"Fuck," Brett breathed into Liam's mouth. "Fuck he's amazing…"
"You can fuck his hot mouth harder," Liam moaned. "He can take it."
Brett kissed Liam even more fiercely and then began pounding his cock into
Stiles' throat. The Pack Bitch moaned in delirious pleasure, his eyes rolling
back as he was forcefully used. He had never known he had this kink, this need
to be dominated, but he was very happy to have found some amazing studs to take
advantage of it.
Brett's grunting took on a desperate edge as he neared climax. Stiles salivated
in anticipation, eager for another load of cum. The hard cock in his mouth
surged and pulsed and the balls bouncing off his chin delivered their cream
down his throat. Stiles let out a low, happy hum and gulped it all down.
Brett slowly pulled out and looked down at him. "Oh man… You're so hot Stiles.
Fuck…"
Stiles smiled and licked jizz off his lips. "I bet you say that to all the boys
who suck you off."
Brett laughed and then knelt, looking into his eyes with the contentment of a
guy who'd just gotten an epic suck job. "I mean it, Stiles. You're fucking sexy
as fuck."
Stiles blushed and tried to look away but Brett caught his chin. "Come on…"
"No, Stiles. I want you to know how beautiful you are." Stiles looked down. "We
both have our things we're working on. I've… I've got to learn to accept I'm
worth something even if my parents don't think so. And you need to realize
you're a beautiful, sexy stud."
Stiles bit his lower lip and said, very quietly, "I'll try."
"We'll help," Liam said.
Stiles glanced upward and saw Scott had gathered the ropes again. "Um… Are you
gonna like, whip me until I say I'm beautiful or whatever?"
Scott grinned a feral grin. "Hopefully, it won't come to that." He licked his
lips. "But that option is still on the table."
Liam was driving metal spikes into the ground, which would have been alarming
if Stiles didn't absolutely and totally trust his pack. Whatever they were
going to do, it would be because they loved him. Which, while incomprehensible
in the grand scheme of things, was really pretty awesome.
"Um…"
Stiles wasn't sure what they were up to, or when Scott had gotten so adept at
bondage. But he was only curious, not worried, as the pack looped ropes around
his wrists and ankles once again. This time, the ropes were fed through the
eye-holes on the metal spikes in the ground.  In short order, he was tied
spread eagle, this time down on the soft earth on his back, unable to move even
an inch.
"What…?"
Scott laid down beside him and started caressing his chest. "You're our bitch,
Stiles. You belong to us."
"Uh…. Uh huh…" Stiles gave him a wild-eyed look.
"You thought that meant we just use you as a cum rag?" Brett asked, settling on
the other side of him and leaning in to lick an erect nipple.
Stiles wriggled uselessly. "Kinda… Not… Unn... Not a problem, really…"
Liam crawled up between his legs, his eyes glittering in a sexy way. "Nope.
You're going to take care of our dicks, for sure… A whole lot."
"So much," Brett added.
"But we're going to take care of you too," Scott said, lightly nipping at
Stiles' free nipple.
"Oh my god," Stiles whimpered, struggling against the ropes. The whole pack of
sexy men touching, caressing, licking him was making him crazy. No, he'd never
imagined they'd do this. It would have been too crazy an idea for even him to
dream up. "I… Fuck… I won't last long…"
"That's fine, bitch," Scott growled. "Come if you want…"
"Doesn't mean we'll stop," Brett breathed, moving up to nibble his ear lobe.
"Not until we've had our fun," Liam said.
Stiles gasped and moaned as Liam licked his balls. He felt like he was the
pack's dinner, caught and pinned as they chose what part of him they would eat.
And yet it made him crazy with lust, being at their mercy, knowing they were
going to do whatever they wanted to him and make him cum and beg and squeal and
cum some more.
He hadn't really thought passed the whole "suck everyone off yay" part of the
evening.  He really had figured he'd take care of them and then jerk off when
told, like Scott had done to Brett in the scene he'd witnessed. If he had
really thought it over, he would have seen that was stupid. Of course Scott
wasn't like that. Stiles was their plaything, but he was still pack. He was
important to them.
"Oh!" Stiles arched his back as Liam ran his tongue up Stiles' cock.
"Tasty," Liam murmured, flicking his tongue over the head.
"Dude, sharing is caring," Brett complained.
Liam snickered. "You get the next load. This one's mine."
Stiles was in heaven, and not only because the sexy puppy was sucking his cock.
Though the amazing, mind-blowing awesomeness of that feeling couldn't be
overstated. Beyond that, though was how fantastic it was that even if he was
receiving pleasure, he was still helpless, still at their mercy. They were
making his whole body burn with lust, but they were doing what theywanted with
him. He had no say.
Scott nibbled at his neck, scoring the flesh ever so gently with his teeth.
"The full moon will be up soon."
Stiles was beyond caring about moon phases. "Uh…"
"That was part of the reason for this taking so long. Needed to be a full moon
night."
Stiles twisted helplessly as Brett nipped and licked at his nipples. Liam,
sexy, naughty, horny Liam was sucking him in slow, hungry strokes of his mouth.
The puppy knew his way around cock.
Stiles moaned. "Nnnn…"
"Because when the full moon is out, I'm going to mount you like a bitch,
Stiles. I'm going to fuck you hard, make you scream as I take your virgin ass."
Stiles squeaked, bucking into Liam's mouth. "Oh fuck… Fucking fuck fuck!"
"Then Liam is going to fuck you and pump a load into you," Scott said, his dark
eyes shining as he looked into Stiles' face. "He's been looking forward to it."
Stiles panted, knowing he couldn't hold off much longer. "Oh fuck…"
"And then Brett gets his turn. You're going to get fucked by all three of us
tonight, Stiles. And not one of us is going to go easy."
Stiles squealed and shot cum into Liam's sucking mouth. Shaking all over the
intensity of the orgasm, gasping from ecstasy, Stiles looked back at his Alpha
with a hungry look. "Bring it on, sir."
Liam no sooner released Stiles' dick and Brett took over. Liam moved up and
kissed Stiles, sharing his mouthful of sticky, creamy cum. Stiles growled and
kissed the sexy Beta hard, somehow even more turned on, even though he'd just
cum. He'd never been this aroused, this desperate to touch and be touched all
over.
Scott, Liam and Brett were just as wound up. Their hands were everywhere,
groping and fondling him until he was twisting and straining against his bonds.
He really was their plaything and it was awesome. Brett had his cock hard and
leaking again and was tormenting Stiles with agile swipes of his tongue and
teasing strokes of his fingers. Scott was nibbling and twisting his nipples,
flooding Stiles with a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure. And Liam was
kissing him so hard, he could hardly breathe.
Stiles still couldn't quite make sense of how much the sexy guys wanted him,
but it hardly mattered with hands and tongues and teeth roaming everywhere.
There was no part of him that wasn't tingling with pleasure, a pleasure that
was a gift to him from his pack.
"My turn," Scott said and nuzzled Liam out of the way so he could make out with
Stiles.
Liam didn't complain, he just moved down to where Brett was licking and kissing
his dick. The puppy started licking Stiles' nuts, ramping the pleasure up a
notch. The two Betas working on him made Stiles see stars, and with Scott
kissing him like he owned him (which, actually, he did) Stiles couldn't hold
back. He shot ropes of come over the faces of the two naughty Betas, who
giggled like very bad school children and started to lick his jizz off each
other.
Stiles whimpered when they resumed licking his dick, like his climax had been a
mild distraction. Certain they meant to kill him with orgasms, he moaned
helplessly and tried to kiss Scott even harder, which wasn't actually possible.
Scott's marauding tongue was everywhere in his mouth and all he could do was
surrender to it.
The two wicked Betas paused in their little game and moved to kneel on either
side of his torso, where they started kissing each other as heatedly as Scott
was kissing Stiles. Meanwhile, their hands were on each other's dicks, working
them furiously. Stiles slowly became aware that Scott was stroking his own
cock, which seemed like a waste but there was fuck all he could do about it.
It wasn't long before his pack shot in perfect synchronicity. The sticky, hot
jizz coated him from his face down to his crotch, painting him and marking him.
Stiles groaned at the feel of all that sperm sliding over his skin and wished
he could lick it all off. He was desperate to move, to respond, to service
their cocks, but he couldn't. The pack was just getting started.
When it was finally over, Stiles was a panting, semi-conscious mess. He barely
even registered when they untied him. It was hard to think, hard to move,
they'd worn him out so well. He'd never come so many times so quickly. The fact
that they weren't yet done with him, however, wasn't a source of dread. It had
Stiles grinning from ear to ear.
He was getting fucked under the moonlight and he couldn't wait!
***** Fucked by the Pack *****
Stiles looked up at the full moon. He'd never noticed that it was beautiful
before. The first time he'd paid any attention to it was when it was the sign
that his BFF was going to go feral. Since then, it had been a portent of doom,
bringing one calamity after another down on them. But now he looked up at it
with a smile, bathing in its radiance. It didn't make him afraid. It made him
quake with anticipation.
Of course, some of that was because he was on all fours, naked, about to get
his ass pounded by his sexy-as-fuck Alpha, best friend and all-around-stud,
Scott McCall. His eyes drifted down to where Liam and Brett were watching him.
Well, they were watching him when they paused for breath in between face-
sucking kisses.
Scott caressed his back, which made Stiles shiver. "Do you accept me as your
Alpha?"
Stiles panted. He couldn't even think of a joke, he was so horny. He shouldn't
be. He'd been sexed so thoroughly he should be sated for months. But that tone
in Scott's voice got him hard all over again. "Yes, sir. You're my Alpha. I'm
yours. All yours."
Scott teased his hole with a single finger. Stiles let out a moan. "And you
submit to me totally?"
Stiles let out a ragged breath. "Yes sir. Please, sir, claim me. Please…"
Scott licked his spine. "You're mine."
Stiles yelped in surprise when Scott shoved into him. The pain was sharp,
blinding, like the crack of the flogger he'd endured before. He was shocked at
Scott's savagery, but also not shocked at all. The Scott he knew would have
taken him gently, easing his way in inch by inch, taking care to not hurt
Stiles. But this was the new Scott, the Alpha Scott, and he was taking what was
his. Stiles shuddered and spread his knees wider to show his submission.
There was no pause, no moment for Stiles to savor the feel of his Alpha's cock
up his ass for the very first time. The brutal pounding started immediately,
Scott's supernatural strength propelling him forward hard and fast. Stiles
grunted and moaned in delirious pleasure. The sensation of being mated was
overwhelming. Every nerve in his body was sending out jolts of pleasure,
overloading his brain.
"That's a good bitch," Scott panted. "Give it up to your Alpha."
Stiles gibbered incoherently. Scott plunged deep into him, over and over,
mercilessly fucking him until Stiles was screeching in ecstasy. He'd never
imagined getting fucked could feel this good. He wanted to live in this moment
of endless pleasure, where every thrust was like a tiny orgasm rippling over
his nerves.
He couldn't believe how his dick was throbbing, aching for another cum. It
didn't seem possible he had anything left in the tank. But the longer the
fucking went on, the more Stiles needed to shoot his load. He had to wonder if
being pack bitch had given him a little boost to his stamina.
"Going to cum, bitch? Going to cum while you get your ass fucked by your
Alpha?"
Stiles bobbed his head, lost to the world of pleasure. It took him a moment to
find words to respond to Scott. "N-Need to… Fuck… Need it bad!"
Scott licked the back of his ear. "Go on and cum bitch. Shoot your jizz while I
fuck you."
Stiles' eyes rolled back as he obediently spewed cum onto the ground. Even
though he'd shot so many times already, it was still blindingly intense, made
the more so by the ceaseless thrusting into his well-fucked hole. Gasping,
shaking all over from the ferocious mating, Stiles did his best to not pass out
from the intensity of the sensations racing through him.
Scott pounded him a long, long time, using him as he needed to be used. When
the Alpha did finally come, he let out a growling snarl that made Stiles' dick
throb with another orgasm. Hot, sticky cum dribbled down the inside of his
thighs as his Alpha savored his own release.
"That's my good bitch," Scott panted. "You're going to get more of that, I can
promise you."
Stiles licked his lips, still shaking. "Any time, sir."
Scott pulled out, but the emptiness didn't last long. Liam was inside him in
the next second, driving in to the hilt. Stiles sighed in bliss and glanced
back at the grinning puppy. "Hi there…"
Liam grinned, red-faced with arousal. "Hi… Been looking forward to this for a
while…"
Stiles pushed back against him. "Let's see what you got then…"
Liam laughed and then started fucking him as brutally and mercilessly as Scott
had done. He didn't get quite as deep as Scott had, but it was more than enough
to send Stiles' nerves into overdrive again. He collapsed to his elbows, ass in
the air, head bowed, and moaned out pleas for a good, hard fucking.
Scott smiled at him, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "You're right where you
belong, Stiles."
Stiles nodded, knowing it was true.
Scott walked over to Brett. "Now, you can't come until you get inside that
sweet ass over there," he told the Beta. "But I'm still horny. On your knees
bitch."
Brett grinned a happy grin and scrambled up to his knees. "Yes sir."
Scott moved behind Brett and knelt. Stiles couldn't see, but from the panting
gasp Brett let out, he knew the Beta now had Scott's dick imbedded in him.
Brett's own dick was hard and leaking and Stiles wondered if the Beta really
could keep from coming while getting fucked by Scott's huge cock. He hoped so.
He didn't want to have to wait for Brett's cock while Brett got punished for
misbehaving.
Catching Brett's eye, he gave him a sultry smile as Liam plowed his ass. Stiles
was in heaven, having his body used so roughly. And watching Brett getting
dicked right in front of him only made it hotter. He knew now that Brett was
the lowest in the rankings of the pack, but that was among the werewolves.
Before Stiles, he had been the one servicing his packmates, always on the
bottom, always sucking and getting fucked. He figured Brett was looking forward
to having a Pack Bitch to use.
Brett's lanky, muscled body shuddered and bucked as Scott fucked him. The Alpha
was going at the Beta in a matching rhythm to Liam's frantic pace. Every time
Brett gasped with pleasure, there was a moan of lust from Stiles. The two
smiled at each other, sharing the experience of being pounded, each enjoying
the sight of the other being mounted and used. Stiles had seen Brett get fucked
on the cam, but nothing compared to the sight of it happening three feet away.
He was glorious, naked in the moonlight, a thin sheen of sweat on his taut
skin, eyes slightly glowing as he took Scott's big dick deep inside him.
Stiles' cock throbbed at the sight, and coupled with that the feeling of Liam
rutting into him, he was near to coming again.
"Like this Stiles? Like my dick up inside you?" Liam panted.
Stiles bucked a little. "Yes…"
"I fuck Brett every morning before school. I think maybe I'll come over your
house instead…"
Stiles moaned at the idea of Liam stealing into his room in the wee hours,
slipping into his bed and claiming him like this. He glanced back at the puppy,
who was red-faced from fucking him so savagely, and he panted out, "Any time."
Liam grinned as he rode Stiles' ass. The Alpha Bitch was as beautiful in his
primal rutting as Brett was in his willing submission. Stiles didn't feel the
slightest shame in being the fuck toy of the younger teen. Liam's cock
plundered his hole so perfectly, with such relentless need that Stiles could
only tremble with lust.
Stiles glanced back at Brett, who was tossing his head as he was fucked. The
horny Beta's dick was dripping pearls of precome into the ground. His low
growls and whining whimpers showed how hard he was struggling to not come from
Scott's vicious thrusts. Stiles gave him another smirk just as Liam grabbed him
by the hair, speeding up as he drove towards climax.
"Oh fuck yes," Liam panted, shooting spurts of hot come deep into Stiles.
The Pack Bitch sucked in air, quivering in delight at the sensation of Liam's
hard dick pulsing inside him. His own cock was right on the edge of another
blast, but it took hearing Scott's throaty rumble to fire off. Stiles watched
Scott's eyes flash red as he came up inside Brett, filling the horny Beta up
with a load of Alpha come.
Liam pulled out and smacked Stiles on the ass. "You are so fucking hot."
Stiles was shaking from his latest climax, stars dancing in front of his eyes.
"Nnnn… You fuck good."
Liam laughed and went over to Scott, who was still buried to the hilt in
Brett's ass. Their Alpha smiled a feral smile and leaned into Brett's ear. "You
want your turn now?"
"Oh fuck yes," Brett moaned.
"Tell me what you want," Scott said, toying with Brett's nipples.
"Oh fuck… Fucking fuck sir…" Brett shuddered, his eyes locking on Stiles. "I
want to fuck that bitch. I want to ride him and make him take my load up his
ass. Please sir…"
"Stiles? You think you can take another fucking?"
Stiles smiled, but held off on laughing at his friend's cruelty. "I can take
anything my Alpha wants me to take."
"Mmm… Good answer. Isn't he a good bitch Brett?"
Brett licked his lips. "Yes sir."
Scott slid out of the horny Beta. "Go on then. Mount him, use him."
 "Th-Thank you sir."
Brett crawled on all fours over to Stiles. He nuzzled Stiles sweetly for a
moment and murmured, "Never got to fuck anyone before."
"Then give it to me good," Stiles said.
Brett moved in behind him and slid home with a single, fluid motion. Stiles
gasped in pleasure. He was a little sore from the two other poundings, but
while his ass hurt a small amount, what he really felt was raw, animal lust. He
wanted to get fucked and used by his pack. He wanted to be sure they were all
sated. He was ready and eager to do whatever he needed to please them.
"So hot inside you," Brett said into his ear. "Such a sweet ass."
Stiles wriggled provocatively. "Use it hard as you want."
Hard and deep was how Brett wanted to fuck him, apparently. Pinning Stiles in
place, Brett started plunging into him in long, hard jabs that rocked Stiles
forward. The Pack Bitch rested his forehead on his arms, sinking into the
blissful feeling of being a fuck toy for the third time. Stiles was happy he
was the first ass Brett had fucked. It was an honor, actually. And the Beta's
dick felt wonderful inside him.
Scott pulled Liam into his arms and started making out with him as Brett fucked
Stiles. The Alpha and the Alpha Bitch kept watching the mating in sideways
glances, their tongues dancing with one another. Liam was putty in Scott's
arms, submitting happily to the Alpha's marauding kisses.
Brett picked up the pace, huffing and growling in Stiles' ear as he pounded
away, his rock-hard dick shoving in deep, gliding right over Stiles' sweet spot
and then sliding back out again in a perfect rhythm that quickly brought Stiles
back to hardness. He stayed in place, giving himself over to the Beta and all
the sensual pleasures of being used. His well-used hole quivered with each
battering thrust.
Stiles was surprising when Brett's hand closed over his erection. He whimpered
loudly, thrusting forward into the welcome hand and then back onto the
demanding cock. He didn't know why Brett was being so generous, but his greedy
cock was eager for the attention. Another climax had seemed impossible, but
with Brett's strong fingers around his shaft, Stiles knew it wouldn't be long
before he was shooting another load.
Brett's growls and pants got louder and more desperate. Stiles responded with
incoherently begging for more cock, more fucking, more claiming. Brett grunted
and slammed home, giving Stiles all that he ached for. Stiles bucked under the
horny werewolf, savoring the feel of the vicious fucking. Brett's thrusts
reached a crescendo and he pumped another load of hot jizz into Stiles'
battered fuck hole. The feel of that hot seed filling him up made Stiles shoot
his own load, pumping thick boy batter over Brett's fingers. The two stayed
locked together, shuddering through their mutual climaxes.
Then Brett kissed his neck and said, "Thank you."
Stiles smiled. "Such a polite wolfy."
The pack wound down after that, the sexual frenzy leaving them, replaced by a
contented weariness. They fell asleep there in the forest, curled up with each
other like a pack of puppies. They woke some hours later, stiff and sore and
very sticky. Stiles wasn't eager to move, content with his head on Scott's
chest, with Brett spooned up behind him and with Liam on Scott's other side,
snuggled up with their Alpha.
"So… What do we do for an encore?" he asked.
Scott rumbled laughter. "More of the same. But later. Now that we've got you in
the pack, we have to work on finding Derek."
Stiles vaguely remembered something about the Sour Wolf missing. "You sure he
hasn't just gone on some sort of wolfy vacation?"
"Not without saying something to me," Scott said.
Stiles yawned. "Did you really make him one of your bitches?"
"Yes."
Stiles smiled at the idea of the brooding, sexy werewolf kneeling for Scott.
"Bet that was a surprise for him."
"If you make fun of him for it, your ass will be red for a week," Scott warned.
Stiles wasn't sure if the price wouldn't be worth it. "Can't you sniff him out
with your wolfy senses?"
"We've all tried. Something is making his scent hard to find," Scott said.
Stiles considered that for a minute. "That sounds bad. I looked through the
recordings, um, you know, the ones I made of you guys. I didn't see anything
weird on Derek's cam but… I could look again. It might be tied to whatever hit
the Sherriff station."
"Something hit the Sherriff station?" Liam asked.
"Something, yeah. Not sure what." Stiles yawned again. "I guess this means
clothes."
"Yeah. We need to figure out what's going on and make sure Derek is okay,"
Scott said.
The pack slowly untangled themselves and found their clothes. Stiles' clothes
had been brought along with him by his sexy kidnappers, which was a lucky thing
as he didn't fancy wandering through the forest naked. Once dressed, the pack
trudged back towards civilization. There was still a mystery to solve, though
not the one Stiles had thought needed solving. And this time, he would be
working with his pack, just as it ought to be.
End Notes
     Sorry this took so long, folks. When I started posting, I had what
     seemed a bank of time to finish it up and get it published. Then
     things IRL just went kablooey. Not much of an excuse, but there it
     is.
     The next story in the series won't be released until it is done. So
     it will be a little while. Thanks for reading and commenting
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