Chapter 11: Party Prize
The world was a dizzying tilt of motion and noise, then the sudden, crushing impact of the mattress against his back. Derek’s head spun, the bass from the party below a distant, thumping ghost compared to the roaring in his ears. Nate’s silhouette blotted out the dim light from the hallway, a mountain of pure, predatory intent.
“You’ve been teasing me all night with those tight fucking jeans,” Nate’s voice was a low growl, the sound vibrating through Derek’s chest. “Parading around, bending over the pool table. Think I didn’t notice?”
Before Derek could form a coherent thought, Nate’s hands were on his belt, the leather whipping free with a sharp snap. The button of his jeans popped, and then the rough denim was being dragged down his thighs, the cool air a shock against his feverish skin. He was exposed, completely, on the rumpled comforter that smelled of Nate’s cologne and stale beer.
Nate didn’t bother with finesse. He spat, a thick, warm glob of saliva landing directly on Derek’s twitching hole. Derek gasped, his back arching off the bed. It was crude, animalistic, and it sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to his cock, which lay hard and leaking against his stomach.
“Now let’s see how loud you scream when I wreck this ass,” Nate muttered, his own jeans shoved down just enough to free his erection. It was a heavy, thick weight in his hand, the tip already glistening. He pressed it against Derek’s entrance, not asking, not preparing, just claiming.
The initial breach was a white-hot sting of friction that stole the air from Derek’s lungs. He cried out, a sharp, choked sound as Nate forced his way inside, stretching him open with a brutal, single-minded thrust. The burn was incredible, a searing pain that quickly melted into a deep, overwhelming fullness that made his vision swim.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Nate grunted, his hips flush against Derek’s ass, not moving, just letting Derek feel every inch of him buried deep. “Tighter than in the gym. You been thinking about this? Clenching that pretty little hole all night, waiting for me to fill it?”
Derek could only nod, his face pressed into the mattress, his fingers clawing at the sheets. The pain was receding, replaced by a pleasure so intense it felt like his nerves were being stripped bare. His body, his treacherous Omega body, was already adapting, welcoming the invasion, creating a slick, hot heat that made Nate’s next movements a smooth, devastating slide.
Nate set a punishing rhythm from the start, his grip on Derek’s hips hard enough to bruise. Each thrust slammed the weight bench memory from the other night right out of his head, replacing it with the present, visceral reality of Nate’s bed, Nate’s scent, Nate’s cock spearing him open. The bedframe rattled a steady, frantic beat against the wall, punctuating the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Nate growled, leaning over him, his chest a hot, sweaty weight on Derek’s back. “Take it. Take all of it, you fucking Omega whore.” His breath was hot in Derek’s ear, the filthy words a catalyst that sent another violent shiver of pleasure through him.
Derek’s own cock was trapped between his stomach and the mattress, rubbing with every jarring impact. He didn’t need touch. The pressure building inside him was entirely from the deep, internal friction, from the feeling of being so completely possessed. He was babbling, broken phrases lost into the comforter. “Nate… fuck… please…”
“Please what?” Nate’s voice was a taunt, his pace never faltering. “You gonna come? You gonna spill all over my sheets without me even touching your dick?”
The idea, the sheer degradation of it, pushed Derek closer to the edge. He could feel it coiling in his gut, a tight, electric spring. His balls drew up, and his toes curled. He was losing control, his body bowing and shaking under Nate’s relentless assault.
Nate shifted his angle, just slightly, and the head of his cock dragged over a spot inside Derek that made him see stars. A broken scream was torn from his throat. That was all it took. The coil snapped.
His orgasm ripped through him, violent and utterly involuntary. Thick, hot stripes of cum painted the sheets beneath him as his body convulsed, his channel clamping down viscously around Nate’s cock. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on agony, wracking sobs shaking his shoulders as he emptied himself.
“Shit,” Nate hissed, his rhythm stuttering for a second as Derek’s body milked him. “Fucking hell, Derek.” His own control shattered. He drove in once, twice more, deep and hard, before stilling with a guttural roar, his release flooding into Derek in hot, pulsing jets.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the muffled music from below. Nate slumped over him, his weight a comforting, solid presence. Slowly, he pulled out, the sensation making Derek whimper softly.
Nate rolled onto his back beside him, staring at the ceiling. The room smelled of sex and sweat. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a half-empty bottle of water, and took a long swig before handing it to Derek.
Derek pushed himself up on trembling arms, his body feeling used and utterly spent. He drank, the water cool and real in his dry throat.
Nate looked over at him, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. “You’re a fucking mess.”
Derek managed a weak, breathless laugh. “You’re one to talk.”
Nate’s laugh was a low, rough sound in the quiet room. He watched Derek’s spent body for a moment longer, then slapped his thigh with a casual possessiveness. “Alright, up. Turn around.” Derek’s muscles protested, but he moved, his body shifting on the damp sheets. He arranged himself on his knees, face pressed into the pillow that smelled intensely of Nate, his ass in the air, the exposed, used hole still throbbing.
“Peter’s on his way up,” Nate said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial growl as he tucked himself back into his jeans. “He’s been watching you all night, you know. Practically salivating.” The door creaked open then, and Peter stepped inside, his friendly smile not quite masking the sharp hunger in his eyes. He took in the scene with a slow, appreciative glance.
“Looks like you started the party without me,” Peter said, his tone light and easy as he kicked the door shut. His gaze fixed on Derek’s presented form, on the glistening evidence of Nate’s possession. “Save some for me, man.”
“He’s all yours,” Nate said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, a spectator now. “Don’t go too easy on him.”
Peter didn’t need telling twice. He undid his own pants, his cock springing out, thick and already fully hard. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on Derek’s cleft. “You heard him, Derek. You ready for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He moved behind him, his hands gripping Derek’s hips, his thumbs spreading him wider.
He pushed in without ceremony, the stretch a familiar, burning welcome. Derek gasped, his fingers twisting in the sheets. Peter was different from Nate; his thrusts were smoother, deeper, a relentless, piston-like rhythm that sought out every sensitive inch inside him. He set a brutal, efficient pace, the wet slap of skin filling the room.
“Fuck, you’re loose now,” Peter grunted, his voice losing its friendly edge, turning dark and gravelly with effort. “Nate really opened you up. I can feel it.” He drove into him, over and over, each impact jolting through Derek’s frame. The pleasure was a steady, building inferno, stoked by the sheer obscenity of the situation, by Nate’s silent, watching presence.
Derek’s own cock, soft and oversensitive just moments before, began to stir again, swelling against his stomach. His body was betraying him, responding to the relentless friction with a fresh, shocking wave of arousal. He could feel Peter’s balls slapping against him, a wet, rhythmic punctuation to the deep, internal pounding.
After a long, breathless while, Peter suddenly stilled, buried to the hilt. He pulled out with a slow, slick sound, leaving Derek feeling empty and gaping. “On your knees,” Peter commanded, his voice husky. “Right here. I want that mouth.”
Derek scrambled to obey, his limbs shaky as he turned and slid to the floor between Peter’s legs. Peter’s cock, slick with Derek’s own fluids, stood rigid before his face. The musky, intimate scent of it filled his nostrils. “Go on,” Peter urged, his hand tangling in Derek’s dark hair. “Clean it up. Get it nice and wet for your throat.”
Derek opened his mouth, his tongue swiping over the head, tasting the sharp, salty pre-cum and the lingering taste of himself. He took Peter in, deep, his amazing oral skills taking over as he relaxed his throat. Peter groaned, his head falling back. “Yeah, just like that. Suck my dick, you hungry little slut.”
Derek worked him, his head bobbing, his tongue swirling around the thick vein underneath. He used his hand on the base, stroking what he couldn’t take, his other hand cupping Peter’s heavy balls. The sounds were filthy, wet and gagging, and he could feel Nate’s intense gaze on the side of his face.
“I’m gonna come,” Peter warned, his grip in Derek’s hair tightening to the point of pain. “You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop.” He thrust forward, hilting himself in Derek’s throat, and held there. Derek felt the first hot, pulsing jet hit the back of his mouth. He swallowed instinctively, again and again, as Peter emptied himself with a long, guttural groan, his body shuddering.
When Peter finally pulled out, Derek was breathless, a trickle of cum escaping the corner of his lips. He looked up, dazed, to see Nate still watching, a slow, approving smirk on his face. “Good boy,” Nate said, the words simple and devastating.
“Good boy,” Nate said, the words simple and devastating.
The bedroom door swung open, hitting the wall with a soft thud. Scott stood there, his moppy black hair damp with sweat, his gaze instantly locking onto the scene. He took in Derek on his knees, Peter tucking himself away, the thick scent of sex hanging in the air.
“Perfect timing,” Nate said, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He gestured toward the bed where Derek knelt. “Peter’s all finished. Your turn.”
Scott’s friendly smile widened, a flash of white in the dim room. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved his jeans and boxers down in one rough motion, his uncut cock springing free, already thick and heavy with anticipation. He moved to the edge of the bed, his muscular frame settling where Peter had been just moments before.
“You know what to do,” Nate commanded from his post against the wall, his arms still crossed.
Derek didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned forward, his hands braced on Scott’s powerful thighs, and took the head of Scott’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the foreskin, tasting the clean, salty pre-cum that had already beaded there. He worshipped it with slow, deliberate licks, peeling the skin back to reveal the sensitive glistening head beneath.
“Oh, fuck, Derek,” Scott groaned, his head lolling back, his hands coming up to tangle in Derek’s jet-black hair. It wasn’t the brutal grip Peter had used, but something more guiding, almost appreciative. “Your mouth is fucking unreal.”
Derek took him deeper, his throat relaxing, his nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base. He worked him with a practiced rhythm, a mix of suction and tongue that made Scott’s thighs tremble. He kissed and licked along the thick shaft, worshipping the weight and heat of it, losing himself in the act of service.
“Yeah, just like that,” Scott panted, his hips giving a slight, involuntary thrust. “Suck me so good.”
After several minutes of this, Scott’s breathing grew ragged. He gently pulled Derek off by his hair, a string of saliva connecting his cock to Derek’s swollen lips. “Enough of that. I need that ass now.” He maneuvered Derek onto the bed, turning him onto his hands and knees, the same position he’d been in for Peter.
Scott moved behind him, his hands gripping Derek’s hips. He spat once, twice, onto Derek’s well-used hole, the fluid dripping down his perineum. He guided his cock to the entrance, the broad, uncut head pressing against the loosened, slick ring of muscle. “Ready for me?”
He pushed in with a single, smooth, deep thrust that stole Derek’s breath. He was thicker than Peter, and the stretch was a breathtaking burn. Scott didn’t pause, setting a steady, rolling rhythm that was somehow more intimate, more penetrating than what had come before. Each drive of his hips was a claim.
Derek cried out, a guttural sound torn from deep within his chest as Scott found a perfect, devastating angle. His own cock, hard and neglected, swung heavily beneath him, dripping onto the ruined sheets. The pleasure was a tidal wave, building with every deep, soul-punching thrust.
“You take it so well,” Scott grunted, his voice strained with effort, his balls slapping against Derek’s skin. “Fuck, you’re hot inside.”
It was then that Nate pushed off the wall. He came around the side of the bed, unbuckling his belt, his eyes dark with a renewed, possessive fire. He shoved his cock, half-hard again and slick with his own earlier release, toward Derek’s mouth. “Open up.”
Derek complied without hesitation, taking Nate into his throat. The taste of himself, mixed with Nate’s distinct musk, was overpowering. Nate fucked his face with short, brutal thrusts, gripping the back of his head, controlling the pace. Derek was pinned between them, filled at both ends, a slave to their rhythm.
Scott’s pace quickened, becoming frantic, his thrusts losing their smooth roll for a jarring, desperate pound. “I’m gonna come,” he growled, his fingers digging bruises into Derek’s hips. “Gonna fill you up.”
Nate, feeling Scott’s impending climax, intensified his own assault on Derek’s throat, driving deep and holding there, making Derek gag and sputter around him. The vibration seemed to push Scott over the edge.
With a choked roar, Scott slammed home and stilled, his body rigid. Derek felt the hot, pulsing flood of his release deep inside, a stark contrast to the violent stretch. The sensation, combined with Nate down his throat, triggered his own orgasm. His body seized, convulsing as he came untouched, his cum splattering the sheets beneath him in ragged stripes.
Nate pulled out of his mouth just as he finished, jerking himself off quickly until he added his own spend to the mess on Derek’s back and ass. He looked down at the wrecked Omega, a satisfied smirk twisting his lips. “Now you look properly used.”