Chapter 4: Fraternity President's Privilege
The mahogany table edge bit into Derek’s kneecaps through his thin jeans. The cold seeped up from the polished hardwood floor, a sharp counterpoint to the burning heat pooling low in his own belly. Nate’s scent – expensive cologne layered over the deep, musky tang of Alpha – flooded the small study, mingling uneasily with the ghosts of cigar smoke and old leather. One large hand fisted tightly in Derek’s jet-black hair, holding him steady as he worked his mouth over Nate’s thick, leaking cock.
"Fuck, Omega," Nate growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Derek’s skull. "You take it so good. Just like you were made to." His hips rolled slightly, forcing another inch down Derek’s throat. Derek gagged, eyes watering, but pushed through, hollowing his cheeks, swirling his tongue around the swollen head. Saliva slicked his chin. He was achingly hard in his own jeans, slick soaking through his boxers, the Omega in him singing under the raw dominance pouring off his assigned big brother. The humiliation was part of it, a sharp, delicious edge to the overwhelming arousal. Being used. Being good at being used.
The heavy oak door creaked open.
Derek froze, Nate’s cock still buried halfway down his throat. His wide, startled eyes flicked up past Nate’s defined abs to see Scott McCall fill the doorway. The fraternity president paused, his own dark eyes widening, then narrowing as they took in the scene: Derek on his knees, Nate sprawled on a heavy leather armchair pulled back from the table, his thick shaft glistening with spit where it disappeared into Derek’s mouth. Shock flared in Scott’s expression, quickly chased by a hot, unmistakable flare of lust.
Nate didn’t remove his hand from Derek’s hair. He just smirked, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "McCall," he acknowledged, his tone casual, almost bored, though his grip tightened possessively. "Interrupting something."
Scott stepped fully into the room, closing the door softly behind him. The click of the latch was unnaturally loud. His gaze remained fixed on Derek, on the obscene stretch of his lips, the wet sounds of his efforts. Derek could smell Scott’s arousal now too – a different Alpha musk, warmer, earthier than Nate’s sharp dominance, but just as potent. It hit Derek’s senses like a drug. He whimpered around Nate’s cock, his own hips giving an involuntary jerk. More slick trickled out of him, the musky-sweet scent of Omega arousal blooming thickly in the confined space, clashing with the leather and smoke.
"Looks like," Scott finally said, his voice rougher than usual. He moved closer, his boots thudding softly on the wood. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "Didn't know you were... entertaining pledges like this, Nate."
Nate chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Special treatment for my little brother." He gave Derek’s hair a sharp tug, pulling him off his cock with a wet pop. Derek gasped for air, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to Nate’s glistening shaft. Nate used his grip to turn Derek’s head towards Scott. "Looks like the president wants a taste too, Omega." His voice dropped, becoming a command that vibrated in Derek’s bones. "You gonna let him use that pretty fucking mouth?"
Derek didn't hesitate. Couldn't. His whole body was alight, the dual Alpha pheromones stoking the fire in his blood to an inferno. He nodded frantically, his tongue darting out to wet his bruised lips. "Yes, Alpha," he breathed, the words thick with desperate want. "Please." His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper. His hole clenched rhythmically, slickness soaking his inner thighs.
Scott didn't need further invitation. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he unbuckled his belt with swift, efficient movements. The rasp of the leather, the clink of the buckle, echoed. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and heavy, uncut, the head a deep, flushed purple peeking from its hood. Big. Almost as thick as Nate’s, but slightly longer. Derek stared, mesmerized, his mouth watering anew.
Nate shoved Derek’s head forward roughly. "Get to work, slut. Show the president how well you suck Alpha cock."
Derek shuffled forward on his knees, the cold floor forgotten. His whole world narrowed to the heavy weight of Scott’s erection bobbing inches from his face. He could smell the pre-come beading at the slit, musky and primal. He leaned in, nuzzling the hot, velvety skin of Scott’s shaft, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating, drowning out everything else. He flicked his tongue out, lapping at the bead of moisture, tasting salt and heat and Alpha. A groan tore from Scott’s throat, his hands coming down to tangle in Derek’s hair, gentler than Nate’s but no less commanding.
Taking that as encouragement, Derek opened wider. He swirled his tongue around the broad head, licking away the pre-come, teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the foreskin. He sucked just the crown into his mouth, applying pressure, hollowing his cheeks. Scott’s grip tightened. "Jesus fuck," Scott breathed, his hips hitching forward.
Nate watched, a dark satisfaction on his face, his own cock still hard and leaking against his stomach. He reached down, idly stroking himself as he observed. "He’s good, right? Knows how to make an Alpha feel worshipped. Don’t you, bitch?"
Derek moaned around Scott’s cock, the vibration making Scott curse again. He relaxed his jaw and began to take more, bobbing his head, using every trick he knew. He worked the shaft with his hand where his mouth couldn’t reach, twisting his wrist. He focused on the underside with his tongue, pressing hard. Scott’s breath came in ragged gasps now, his thighs trembling. "Fuck, kid... yeah... just like that... your mouth is fucking heaven..." He thrust shallowly, fucking Derek’s face.
Derek lost himself in it. The stretch of his lips, the weight on his tongue, the taste, the groans rumbling above him, Nate’s possessive gaze burning into the side of his face. He was nothing but a mouth, a hole, existing to serve. His own neglected cock wept into his jeans. Slick ran freely down his inner thighs, the scent overpowering. He felt Nate shift behind him.
"Alright, McCall," Nate’s voice cut through the haze of wet sounds and panting breath. "He’s primed. Fuck his ass. I want to watch this tight little Omega take your cock."
Scott paused, pulling his slick cock almost entirely out of Derek’s mouth, leaving him gasping. "You sure?" he asked Nate, though his eyes were locked on Derek’s flushed, spit-slicked face, raw hunger blazing in them.
"Fuck yes, I'm sure," Nate snapped. "Look at him. He’s dripping. Practically begging for it. Aren’t you, Omega? Beg for President McCall’s cock in your ass."
The command pulsed through Derek. "Please, Scott," he choked out, his voice wrecked. "Please, Alpha, fuck me. Need it. Need your cock. Please!" He arched his back, presenting himself, spreading his knees wider on the cold floor. The damp spot on the front of his jeans was nothing compared to the soaking mess at the back.
Scott didn't need telling twice. He wrenched Derek's jeans and boxers down to his thighs with rough urgency, exposing his ass. The cool air hit Derek’s overheated skin, followed immediately by Scott’s large, calloused hand spreading his cheeks. A low, approving growl came from Scott as he saw the glistening slick, the tight, fluttering hole. "Fuck, you are ready," he muttered. He spat once, the glob landing directly on Derek’s entrance, then used his thick thumb to smear it, circling the tight rim, pressing in just the tip. Derek cried out, pushing back against the intrusion.
Scott lined up the broad head of his cock. "Breathe out, kid," he grunted, and then he was pushing forward.
The stretch was immense, brutal, exquisite. Derek’s body clenched instinctively, then yielded with a flood of slick. It burned, God, it burned, but it was the best pain he’d ever felt, obliterating thought. He screamed into the study’s thick air, the sound muffled as Scott shoved forward relentlessly, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, claiming thrust. Derek felt impossibly full, stretched to his absolute limit, the thick, hot length of Scott’s cock spearing him open.
"FUCK!" Scott roared, dropping his head back, his hips flush against Derek’s ass. "Holy shit... so goddamn tight... and so fucking wet..." He stayed buried for a second, both of them trembling.
Nate leaned forward in his chair, his own stroking hand moving faster, eyes glued to where Scott’s thick shaft disappeared into Derek’s body. "Yeah," Nate breathed, a feral edge to his voice. "Fuck him, Scott. Fuck my Omega. Show him what an Alpha cock feels like buried in his guts."
Scott pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, the thick ridge of his head stretching Derek wide again. Then he slammed forward, hard. Derek cried out, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth floor. Again. And again. Scott set a punishing, relentless pace, pistoning his hips, his balls slapping against Derek’s ass with wet smacks. Each thrust drove Derek forward onto his hands, Nate’s grip the only thing keeping his head up. The room filled with the slick, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Scott’s grunts, Derek’s high, broken whimpers, and Nate’s low, appreciative growls.
The friction was insane. The drag of Scott’s thick, uncut cock over his prostate with every deep plunge sent electric shocks up Derek’s spine. His own neglected cock was iron-hard, bouncing, leaking a steady stream of pre-come onto the dark wood floor. The dual sensations – the brutal fullness in his ass, the agonizing pleasure-pain radiating from his prostate – were overwhelming his senses. He felt the tell-tale coiling low in his belly, tight and urgent. His balls drew up.
"No," he gasped, trying to hold it back. "Not... not yet..."
But his body betrayed him. The next thrust, Scott’s cockhead slamming directly onto that bundle of nerves, sent him over the edge untouched. His back arched violently. A ragged, choked scream tore from his throat as his cock jerked, shooting thick ropes of come onto the polished wood beneath him, splattering his jeans and the floor in pearly streaks. His ass clamped down hard around Scott’s cock in rhythmic pulses, milking him.
"FUCK!" Scott bellowed, his rhythm stuttering. The intense clenching was too much. He buried himself to the root and roared, his hips bucking erratically as he emptied himself deep inside Derek in hot, flooding spurts. Derek could feel the heat, the sheer volume, filling him. He whimpered, still trembling through the aftershocks of his own orgasm, impaled and overflowing.
Scott slumped forward, bracing himself with one hand on the mahogany table, breathing like a bellows, his cock still twitching inside Derek, pulsing out the last of his release. Nate let go of Derek’s hair, letting his head drop. Derek slumped forward onto his elbows, utterly spent, his cheek pressed against the cold floor, Nate’s come drying on his torso, Scott’s dripping from his used hole, his own mess sticky beneath him. The air was thick with the stench of sex, Alpha musk, and Omega slick.
Nate stood. He looked down at the wrecked Omega at his feet, then at Scott, who was slowly pulling out, his softening cock glistening with a mix of their fluids. Nate’s own cock was still hard, jutting aggressively. The predatory smile was back, wider now, filled with dark promise.
"My turn," Nate said, his voice a low growl that vibrated with possession. He nudged Derek’s hip with his bare foot. "Flip him over, McCall. I want to see his face while I ruin that ass properly." His eyes, gleaming with Alpha dominance, locked onto Derek’s dazed ones.
Scott grunted, slick fingers digging into Derek’s hip as he roughly flipped the spent Omega onto his back. Cold wood seared Derek’s spine, shocking against the wet mess pooled beneath him. Nate loomed immediately, his shadow swallowing Derek whole, scent of power and intent thick as cordite.
"Look at me," Nate commanded, voice like gravel dragged over stone. He didn’t wait for compliance, spreading Derek’s trembling thighs with a booted foot. "Wide, Omega. Show me that fucked-open hole." Derek gasped, legs splaying instinctively, exposing the reddened, slick-drenched pucker still pulsing from Scott’s invasion. Nate’s gaze burned hotter.
He spat onto his palm, the glob landing heavy on Derek’s heaving stomach before slicking his own thick, veined cock. "Gonna feel this, bitch. Every fucking inch." Nate gripped Derek’s hips hard enough to bruise, blunt tip pressing against the abused rim. Derek choked out a broken whimper, back arching off the floor. "Please... fuck, Nate..."
Nate drove forward.
Tearing stretch. White-hot. Derek screamed, nails scraping wood. Nate buried himself relentlessly, thicker, harder than Scott, splitting Derek wider. "Tighter than a virgin," Nate snarled, hips flush against Derek’s ass, grinding deep. "Gripping my cock like a fucking vice." He withdrew almost completely, savoring the choked sob it ripped from Derek’s throat, then slammed back home.
Rhythm brutal. Unforgiving. Each thrust hammered Derek’s prostate like a battering ram. Scott leaned against the table, breathing hard, hand lazily stroking his softening cock as he watched. "Damn, Hale. Look at you take that." Derek’s cock, still half-soft, twitched violently against his belly, dripping fresh pre-come.
"Made for it," Nate growled, pistoning harder, the wet slap of flesh echoing off leather-bound walls. "Your hole’s mine, Omega. Clenching fucking perfect." Derek writhed, pinned, eyes rolling back. Bliss and agony twisted together. "Alpha! Oh god... gonna... can’t hold..."
The pressure exploded. Untouched, Derek’s cock jerked, spraying thick ropes across his stomach, chest, chin. His ass clamped viciously around Nate’s shaft, milking, convulsing. Nate roared, fingers digging cruel divots into Derek’s hips. "Take it! Fucking take my seed!" He slammed deep, pulsing, flooding Derek’s insides with scalding release.
Derek spasmed beneath him, vision whiting out, Nate’s come joining Scott’s, a hot, overflowing mess inside him. Nate held him impaled, grinding, drawing out every shudder until Derek went limp, a panting, trembling ruin on the cold, sticky floor.
Nate pulled out slowly, a slick, obscene sound following his retreat. Derek’s hole gaped, swollen, leaking white onto the wood. Nate looked down at his handiwork, then at Scott. "He cleans up." He nudged Derek’s spent body with his foot. "Use that talented mouth. Lick us both clean. Every fucking drop."
Derek whimpered, but pushed himself up on shaking arms, crawling towards Nate’s softening, glistening cock. Submission hummed through every exhausted fiber. His journey had just begun.
Derek’s arms trembled violently as he pushed himself up from the sticky floorboards. Nate’s come, thick and still warm, leaked obscenely down his inner thigh, mingling with Scott’s earlier release. The scent was overpowering – Alpha musk, Omega slick, sex – thick enough to choke on. Nate loomed above him, his softening cock glistening wetly in the dim firelight, a command etched onto his face. "Get that fucking mouth working, Omega. Clean it."
He shuffled forward on his knees, the cold wood biting anew. Nate’s scent, sharp cologne layered over sweat and dominance, filled his nostrils. He leaned in, the head of Nate’s cock bumping against his bruised lips. Tentatively, his tongue flicked out, tasting salt, musk, and the bitter tang of seed. Nate hissed, fingers tangling roughly in his dark hair. "Lick it all, bitch. Every fucking drop."
Derek obeyed, hollowing his cheeks, swirling his tongue around the softening shaft, lapping at the sticky residue clinging to the base. He sucked gently, coaxing out the last traces, the humiliation a sharp counterpoint to the lingering thrum of pleasure deep in his gut. Nate watched, eyes hooded, satisfaction radiating off him like heat. "Good little cocksucker," he murmured, voice rough. "Knows his place."
A low chuckle came from Scott, leaning heavily against the mahogany table. He was still half-hard, lazily stroking himself as he watched Derek service Nate. "Damn, Hale. You look good like that." His gaze drifted down Derek’s body, lingering on the mess between his legs, the streaks of drying come on his stomach. "Wrecked."
Nate pulled his cock free from Derek’s mouth with a wet pop. "Your turn, McCall." He shoved Derek roughly towards Scott. "Clean the president too. Show him proper respect."
Derek turned, knees scraping on the wood. Scott’s cock, thicker and uncut, hung heavy before him, flushed and glistening with a mix of sweat and Derek’s own slick from earlier. The earthy scent of him, warmer than Nate’s sharp dominance, was intoxicating. Derek leaned in, nuzzling the hot skin at the base, inhaling deeply. Scott’s hand settled on the back of his neck, not forcing, just holding. Possessive.
He opened his mouth, taking Scott’s thick head inside. Pre-come beaded anew. He swirled his tongue around the crown, lapping eagerly, tasting Scott’s unique musk. A low groan rumbled from Scott’s chest. "Yeah… fuck, kid… just like that." Derek worked lower, licking along the thick vein underneath, cleaning the shaft where Nate’s command had dripped onto Scott’s skin. He sucked Scott’s heavy balls into his mouth one at a time, tonguing them clean, the coarse hair tickling his lips.
"Christ," Scott breathed, hips pushing forward slightly. Derek took more of him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking firmly. He felt Scott swell against his tongue, hardening again under the attention. Scott’s grip tightened on his neck. "Gonna make me hard again, you filthy little slut?" Derek moaned around him, the vibration drawing another curse. He worked diligently, licking, sucking, cleaning every inch until Scott’s cock was slick only with fresh saliva.
Finally, Scott pulled him off, his cock standing thick and proud once more. Derek panted, lips swollen, chin wet. Nate watched, arms crossed, a predatory stillness about him. The fire crackled, casting long, leaping shadows across the leather-bound walls. The silence stretched, thick with unsaid tension and the lingering smell of sex.
Scott looked down at Derek, then at Nate. "He’s… efficient." His thumb brushed over Derek’s spit-slicked bottom lip. Derek shivered, a fresh trickle of slick escaping his abused hole.
Nate’s smile was cold. "He’s more than efficient." He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing Derek again. "He’s mine. And he’s not done." Nate’s hand clamped onto Derek’s shoulder, hauling him upright with brutal strength. Derek gasped, legs wobbling. Nate spun him around, shoving him face-first against the cold mahogany tabletop. The polished wood pressed against Derek’s cheekbone. Nate’s heavy body pinned him, one hand flattening Derek’s spine, the other spreading his cheeks wide.
The cool air hit Derek’s gaping, leaking hole. He felt exposed, utterly vulnerable. Nate’s cock, hard again and pressing insistently against his thigh, was a brand of ownership. Nate leaned down, his breath hot against Derek’s ear. "Still dripping, Omega?" His thumb rubbed roughly over Derek’s swollen rim, smearing the mixed come slicking him. Derek whimpered, pushing back instinctively against the touch. "Fuck… Nate…"
"Begging already?" Nate chuckled darkly. "We haven’t even started." He spat directly onto Derek’s hole, the glob landing cold before Nate’s thumb pressed it inside, breaching him easily. Derek cried out, arching against the table. Nate worked his thumb in shallowly, stretching the tender flesh. "So fucking loose now. Still hungry for more Alpha cock?" He withdrew his thumb, leaving Derek clenching around emptiness.
Derek’s breath hitched. "Yes! Alpha, please… need it…" The words tumbled out, raw and desperate. His own cock, trapped against the hard wood, throbbed painfully. He was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming.
Nate lined up his thick cockhead against Derek’s slick entrance. "Gonna fill you up again," he growled, voice thick with promise. "Gonna make sure you remember who owns this hole." He pushed forward, not slowly, not gently. The blunt, unforgiving stretch burned, forcing a ragged scream from Derek’s throat. Nate drove deep in one relentless thrust, burying himself to the root, his hips slamming flush against Derek’s ass.
"FUCK!" Nate roared, grinding deep, stretching Derek impossibly wider than before. Derek sobbed, scrabbling at the smooth table surface, pinned and impaled. Nate pulled back almost entirely, the drag agonizing, then slammed home again with brutal force. "MINE!" Each word punctuated by a punishing thrust. Derek felt split open, owned, the thick shaft hammering his prostate with devastating precision. Pleasure-pain exploded behind his eyes.
Scott watched, mesmerized, hand stroking his own cock faster now. "Damn, Nate… wrecking him." The wet slap of flesh, Nate’s guttural grunts, Derek’s choked cries – the room vibrated with raw, animalistic energy. Nate’s rhythm was merciless, piston-like, driving Derek harder against the unyielding wood with every plunge. Derek’s vision blurred. His cock leaked steadily onto the mahogany, a dark, wet patch spreading beneath him.
The coil in his gut tightened impossibly. "Gonna… Alpha… I’m gonna…" he gasped, unable to hold back the tidal wave building inside him. Nate’s next thrust, perfectly angled, slammed his prostate into oblivion. Derek convulsed, screaming soundlessly as his cock jerked violently, untouched, spraying thick ropes of come onto the table and floor beneath him. His ass clamped down like a vice around Nate’s buried cock, milking him.
Nate roared, fingers digging bruisingly into Derek’s hips. "TAKE IT!" He slammed deep and held, pulsing jet after scalding jet of come deep inside Derek’s clenching channel. Derek shuddered violently through the aftershocks, pinned, filled, utterly spent. Nate leaned heavily over him, breathing hard, grinding his hips to empty every last drop.
Finally, Nate pulled out slowly. A gush of warm fluid followed, dripping down Derek’s thighs onto the pooled mess below. Nate stepped back, surveying the wreckage: Derek slumped trembling against the table, come leaking from his gaping hole, streaked across his back and thighs, his own release drying beneath him. Scott finished himself with a few rough strokes, adding his own spurt to the floor near Derek’s knees.
Silence descended, broken only by crackling flames and ragged breathing. Nate wiped himself casually on Derek’s discarded shirt. "Get cleaned up, Omega," he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth. "You stink." He turned towards the door, Scott following, leaving Derek shuddering against the cold mahogany, Nate’s seed dripping onto the floor between his spread legs. The firelight danced on the polished wood, illuminating the wet, glistening proof of his submission. His place was here. On his knees. Or bent over. Waiting. Always waiting for the next command, the next claiming. The Alphas owned him. Body and soul. The door clicked shut behind them. Derek closed his eyes. The silence pressed in, heavy with the scent of conquest.