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Derek couldn’t help but to sigh almost wistfully at the scent of honey suckle and vanilla emanating from the loft. Even without his signature blue beat up jeep parked outside, he would still be able to tell that his emissary had been to his den.

It had taken ages, far longer than Stiles was happy with, but Derek had finally managed to get his pack to, in Stiles’ words, get their shit together. Erica, Boyd and Isaac were finally respecting him as their alpha, and Stiles has even managed to worm his way in as Derek’s emissary.

Derek at the time had been rather casual about it, but deep inside, the alpha was happy about it. Stiles was the glue that his pack was missing that first go around, that and Derek had been an emotionally constipated idiot.

Again, Stiles’ words not his.

With Scott now living almost halfway across the country, and Stiles going to Berkeley, it seemed only natural that Stiles would slowly bond with and eventually become one of the key members of his pack. And even though Stiles was going to school a fair distance away from Beacon Hills, the now Hale emissary dutifully returned ever weekend and school holidays for him and the pack.

So yes, Derek had a small smile on his usual stoic face when he had returned from his food shopping to find Stiles’ jeep awaiting him at the loft.

See, for a long period of his life, Derek had used his aggressive feelings as an anchor. Back when he was acting on pure instinct or rage, the only thing holding him back from becoming feral was his rage. But now, after a lot of meddling from a certain bambi eyed boy with moles, Derek learned that an anchor can also be companionship, trust and even love. Stiles had quickly become Derek’s anchor. Now, when the wolf in him felt the need to rise, the thought of Stiles, whether it be his laugh, his smile, his scent or touch, it had the wolf inside him heeling.

And it wasn’t just Derek that Stile brought out the best in, it was his entire pack. Never had he seen Erica, Boyd nor Isaac flourish quite so with Stiles gently guiding them. He truly was the missing piece to the puzzle.

Once Derek had parked his Camaro he finds himself quickly grabbing all the bags of food, thank god for werewolf strength, and steadily jogging up the stairs of the building. So sue him, it’s been a while since Stiles had actually been able to come back home. Three whole weekends, not that Derek was counting of course, thank to Stiles’ finals that were coming up.

Then he’d be home for the summer holidays, Derek grins at the thought.

Taking the stairs, seeing as the lift was still out of order, Derek hums at the beautiful scent of Stiles permeating the walls. The bags of food jostle slightly as he stops to take in a deep breath. Beautiful dripping honey over vanilla bean, so sweet, delights his werewolf senses, and already he can feel the edge of his wolf clam down. Derek kind of has a crazy notion to just roll around in it.

Don’t judge him, it’s been three weeks.

Continuing his jog up the stairs, Derek curses the fact that he’s gone commando today. He’d been too lazy to put on underwear and his jeans had went through the dryer last night, therefore, they were tighter than usual. Though now he wishes he had of put on some briefs, because Stiles’ scent plus the chaffing from his jeans, is making his dick chub up a bit.

Once the alpha werewolf finally gets to the metal sliding door to his loft, it takes everything in him to not just pull the damn thing off its hinges. He instead breaths in and out a few times to calm himself, then places a complete nonchalant façade upon his chiselled face before gripping the handle and opening the door.

He completely expects Stiles to be in the kitchen area, no doubt bitching about how much meat Derek has got in his fridge and not enough greens, in fact Derek had a whole counter argument of “I’m a werewolf Stiles, I’ve got one of the highest metabolisms of any creature, mung beans, walnuts and bean sprouts aren’t enough protein.”

However, the man in question isn’t in the kitchen, and as Derek’s jade green eyes look over the sitting room, he isn’t there either. Derek drops his food shopping and, trying to not panic, he uses his enhanced hearing to scoop out the loft for a second heartbeat. But the only one he hears is his own, and it’s slightly increasing.

Maybe Stile just went out for a walk? Though, the front door was already unlocked wasn’t it? Sure, Derek is an alpha werewolf, but for Stiles’ sake he’d been locking it.

“Just because you’re packed with muscle and could probably push over a car, doesn’t mean you get to be careless. Join us in the civilised world and start locking the damn door Derek.” The man had said to him months ago.

Derek quickly spins around to face the door and he quickly scans it, and his heart beat goes up a notch at the sight of a broken lock.

Derek puts his nose into the air to scent it, but all he can smell is Stiles. Not a werewolf then, though upon further investigation, the lock looks like it’s been broken with some kind of tools.

But why can’t he scent anything else? Why can’t he scent any other humans on the premises? Derek wildly looks around the loft, his green eyes slowly bleeding red with panic. He can’t see any signs of a scuffle and the only sign of broken entry is the lock on the door.

There’s a low dark hum vibrating form the alpha’s chest, a warning growl to all that would hear it. Where is Stiles? Who has taken him? Who would dare infuriate the alpha of Beacon Hills? A Hale alpha at that.

Dereks breathing has increased and he can feel his wolf wanting to rip to the surface. He’s pacing around in Derek head, disgruntled on what has happened to their pack member, to the heart of their little pack.

Derek grabs his mobile from the back of his dark tight jeans; his claws that have now made an appearance accidently ripping a slight hole on the right hand side, but Dereks too distracted to notice. Once he has his mobile he immediately goes to the pack group chat, but before he presses the green call button, he notices something in his peripheral vision.

From what Derek can tell, it’s an envelope sitting on the dining table. Derek places his mobile down on the settee and walks over to the ominous envelope. Without thinking if it’s booby-trapped, Derek picks up the envelope and gives it a smell. Absolutely nothing no traces of any scents at all. Using his still extended claws, he slices the thing open.

Two things are inside, one is a folded up letter, and the other is an old styled Polaroid. Anxious and close to having a full on shift, Derek takes a few calming breaths, Stiles’ scent thick in the air, before carefully unfolding the letter.

Like the letter, the envelope has no scent indicators either. Dereks not sure how something could literally not have a smell. Unless of course the items have been magically scent blocked. But that would mean whoever had broken in would have had to been scent blocked as well. And the only people that would have access to scent blockers that would also break into an alpha werewolf’s den would be hunters.

But he and Chris Argent are finally on good terms, maybe a rouge clan?

The thought has his heckles rising, and before his brain can send him even further into panic, he reads the letter.

Derek Hale, “Alpha” of Beacon Hills and its territories.

By now I’m assuming that wolf brain of yours has put the pieces together. We have the only human member of your pack with us. He is safe for now, and he will remain that way so long as you play along. We don’t wish to hurt your emissary however if you break on of the following rules you will leave us no choice.
1- Do not inform the local authorities.
2- Do not make a scene.
3- Do not inform your pack
Follow these rules and he will remain safe. I’m sure you have questions, and I will be happy to indulge your curiosity. Come to the warehouse district at 7 pm tonight. Come alone, otherwise it won’t be a fun time for your emissary. I will be waiting at warehouse 4.

Looking forward to seeing you.

p.s. if you believe we are not serious, look at the photo.

The letter wasn’t signed off, and the writer has implied that there was more than just one person involved in this kidnapping. This means that Derek will be going in blind. He’s got to keep himself calm and collected; his unchecked temper will only escalate the situation even more.

Derek folds the letter back up and picks up the polaroid and the sight makes his wolf growl. Actually, the growl is so intense that his whole chest vibrates with it.

The picture is of Stiles, his Stiles, tied up and gagged with some white cotton. His usual bright brown eyes are conveying fear and Derek can see that they are filled with tears.

How dare they hurt Stiles! Derek will kill them! He will rip them to pieces! Derek’s first instinct is the call up Stiles’ Dad the sheriff, and then his second thought is to call up the pack and organise a plan of attack. But Derek has got to be smart about this; they have the advantage at present.

Derek doesn’t want to, but he knows he’s got to follow these simple rules, to prevent them from hurting Stiles. He can’t just run in there half-cocked thinking that just because he’s got his powers that he will have the upper hand. He’s got no idea how many people are involved, or even who these people are. His first guess is that they are some kind of band of hunters that are clearly not loyal to the code. They can’t be, otherwise why do this to the Hale pack? The pack has followed the hunter’s rules from day one, Of course thanks to Stiles’ guidance.

Derek’s second guess is that it’s a rival pack coming to take over their territory. It’s a plausible thought; a powerful pack would have either have access to someone who is magically inclined or even have a pack member that practices the arts themselves.

Stiles had tried on several occasions to master even the most simplest of magics but to no avail. The original Hale pack had a member that was a practitioner, though nowadays it wasn’t uncommon to find a pack that didn’t have a magically charged member.

But other than those two scenarios, Derek couldn’t think of anyone else that would mean him and his pack harm. He was hoping more for the hunter theory rather than the pack theory. Going in alone, Derek stood a better chance against hunters than wolves. Sure, hunters were well versed when it came to weapons, but Derek was an alpha werewolf, an apex predator, and they had taken someone very dear to him. If anything, he pitied the hunters or whoever had taken Stiles.

Derek grabbed his phone to check the time. The screen lit up to show that he had about an hour until he had to meet up with the intruders, and it would roughly take him about twenty minutes, given that traffic would be good, to get to the warehouse district in lower Beacon Hills.

He didn’t have much time to make a plan of attack, but maybe if he can get to the location early he can at least stake it out a little bit and get a sense of who it is he’s up against.

With that in mind, Derek pats his front pocket for his keys and upon hearing them jingle through the tight denim he leaves the loft with a sense of bravado. He’s going to get Stiles back to safety!

Little did Derek know what it is he’s about to get himself into.

Derek is proud of the fact that during the whole drive over the warehouse district he hadn’t broken the law and went over the speed limit at all. If Stiles’ Dad had pulled him over, there’s no way Derek would of ben able to lie to the man. And for Stiles’ sake, he had to keep this low-key, like the rules had stated.

The warehouse district itself was made up of large industrial storage warehouses full of different materials. The one that Derek was parked outside of, warehouse 4, wasn’t as large as the others and Derek strong suspects it’s just a rental shed to hold temporary supplies.

There’s a chain linked fence, much like the other sheds, surrounding the property with a metal gate being the only way in. Derek is parked far away enough that his car can’t be seen, but with his superior vision, he can certainly see.

Out front of the double doored shed are two men smoking cigarettes. Derek can see that both men are rather built and dressed in pseudo military gear, confirming that it is in fact a group of hunters that have pulled off this scheme. Both are in camo with hats and from this distance he can see that both are armed.

It’ll take a lot of wolfsbane bullets to take an alpha like Derek down, however, Derek has no backup, and in his haste he didn’t even bring his mobile phone along with him just in case he needed back up.

Perhaps it’s only a small group? Derek knows he could take down a few of these guys without assistants; they’re only human after all, but if they sink too many laced bullets into him he’ll be in trouble for sure.

From the looks of these two guys, they don’t seem really organised. Both men look to be in their forties, one with dark black hair and the other brown, the fact that both men are sporting beards is the only way Derek can tell their hair colour since both are wearing camo styled snapbacks.

The men seem to be only armed with their semi-automatic rifles unless they are hiding harder armoury under their camo. Derek bets that both are wearing some kind of armour as well, unless they are just both built like houses.

Being an alpha werewolf Derek has naturally built up his muscles, it helps that he actually finds his workouts to be therapeutic, but these guys look like they live at the gym. It makes since he guesses, it must take strength for a human to even attempt to take down a werewolf.

Derek looks up at the sky and guesses it must be near 7. The sun has started to set and the creatures of the night are slowly awakening all around the area. He deems the time good enough and gets out of his Camaro.

As he gets out, Derek hears a slight ripping sound, at first he’s confused and then it springs into his head that he had ripped a little hole into the side of his jeans back at the loft. Crap, he hopes the whole back end of his jeans hasn’t ripped?! He’s gone commando today for goodness sake!

As he stands up he reaches behind and feels about and is disgruntled when he feels that the hole has gotten bigger. Derek turns around to see in his side rear view mirror that the rip is now a few inches bigger and some of his fat cheek is visible.

Maybe he shouldn’t go ham on the squats anymore, because this is ridiculous! He’s about to go into what will no doubt be a fight to save Stiles and he’s going to have to do it while his arse is flashing.

Wait! He’s got an idea. Derek grips the hem of the tight black t-shirt that he’s wearing and pulls it down to stretch it over the rip. The plan works slightly, though now because the shirt has been pulled down so far, it’s bunched his pecs up slightly to make his chest look bigger. Though, that’s probably a good thing, it’ll show off Dereks strong chest, which will hopefully intimidate Stiles’ captors.

Nodding to himself, Derek begins to walk to the shed.

One thing Derek didn’t anticipate was that while he walks the shirt is slowly creeping up, because the damn thing is so tight. Oh well, he was bound to get his clothes ripped up when a fight ensues.

And let’s be real, a fight always ensues.

Derek stands up straight as he gets to the gate, his hands tucked away into his tight jeans. He makes a sound to get the two hunter’s attention. Both men look up, and when both of their beady eyes catch sight of him, they smirk.

The one with a black beard whispers “I’ll go tell the boss” to the other before disappearing through the metal door to the shed. The other man approaches.

“You alpha Hale?” He asks, his voice carrying a strong southern accent.

“I am” Derek replies roughly.

“Excellent, name’s Sam. Here for your boy, aren’t ya? Cooperate and he’ll be fine. Act out, and we might have to hurt him a little.” At Derek’s growl the man snorts “Settle now, we don’t want to harm the human, but we will if we have to.”

Whatever magic these hunters had been using has clearly worn off, because Derek can now scent them. The smell of gunpowder is strong along with sweat mixed with a strong smoky spice. It’s an incredibly masculine scent and Derek isn’t surprised, the man looks to be full of testosterone.

Derek puffs up his chest, not one to being outdone, and shakes the gate “Wanna open up then? Or are you afraid?”

Sam snorts again “Cocky aren’t you, that’ll be fun later on” He replies before unlocking the latch and pulling the gate open.

As Derek walks past the man, he hears him give out a whistle and a whispered “damn” and the tips of Derek’s ears go red at the fact that Sam is checking out his slightly exposed arse, so much for being intimidating.

Once inside, Derek takes quick notes of his surroundings. The shed is mostly empty, only containing some old tractor tires, a few wooden benches and some concerning looking chains hanging from the ceiling. Its size seems to be about three times the size of his loft, so it’s pretty spacy.

Derek also takes notes of the shed occupants.

He can’t see Stiles, but he counts seven hunters placed around the open shed. So that plus Sam, who is walking behind him, makes eight all together. They all appear male and all are of varying ages between thirty and forty, the eldest looking to be about forty seven.

The all seem to also be dressed up rather heavily, obviously expecting a fight, so Derek takes a mental note that most of these men are probably wearing body armour. They all are also of the same built. Tall and bulky, the leanest being just slightly smaller than Derek, and he’s an alpha werewolf! Clearly these men are built to take down werewolves.

The eldest man, who Derek is assuming is the boss seeing as how the guy with the dark black beard is talking to him, is similarly dressed in dark camo. He’s sporting thick grey hair that’s cut short and bears a short grey beard. The man also has a pistol strapped to his thigh and in his left hand is a powerful looking machete.

Derek stops at the sight of the weapon being brandished so openly, and his claws beg to come out. Before he can act, Sam pushes him slightly, his hips making contact with his arse.

“Hey get moving, and no funny business.” Sam orders.

Derek grunts, the sound brings everyone’s attention to him. Most of the hunters are holding rifles and if Derek makes the wrong move, he’s going to find himself littered with bullets.

He’s got to play along, for Stiles’ sake.

“Ah, alpha Derek Hale pleased to make your acquaintance” The boss of the group says as Derek approaches.

The man has deep blue playful eyes that almost look like they are laughing, he’s got a strong jaw that is slightly hidden from his grey beard and he stands at eye height with Derek. The man’s face is also scarred, starting at the left side of his face and trailing down to his jawline, cutting into the right side of his lips, are three elevated lines, clearly from a werewolf’s claws. The man has clearly seen his fair share of battle.

Like the others, the boss is dressed for a battle. He’s wearing camo pants, heavy leather boots; however, his top is only covered by a white singlet, which is struggling to hold back the man’s physique. Along with thick shoulders, the boss also has bulging biceps, from where he’s holding his machete, built forearms and thick pecs. The top of his chest is exposed showing off his grey chest hair.

Then there’s the man’s scent. It’s a deep and masculine smell that’s overpowering Derek’s senses. Smoky amber mixes with bergamot and sweat. And strangely enough, Derek’s wolf wants to roll around in it, like his wolf usually wants to do with Stiles’ much more lighter scent.

Derek shakes his head slightly before crossing his arms over his chest, making his pecs pop and his biceps flex. He hopes that he looks ever the menacing alpha that he is, and he secretly hopes that this man doesn’t see the rip in his jeans.

“Who are you?” Derek gruffly says to the head hunter.

“You my call me Mr. Quinton, or Sir if it pleases” he replies.

“Alright, Mr. Quinton, what have you done with Stiles” Derek snaps, getting straight to the point.

“My my, what manners are those” Mr. Quinton tsks “I thought alpha wolves were much more honourable than that” The lead hunter then places his machete onto the wooden table next to him “I would know, I’ve lost track of how many alpha’s I’ve sliced open.”

Derek’s claws spring out at the threat and he brandishes the sharp weapons out from his armpits where he had crossed his arms, he lets out a warning growl. Though, all Mr. Quinton does is grin, his white teeth slightly visible.

“Feral alphas of course Derek, we follow a code after all.”

This makes Derek huff “Some code, does it say in the by-line to kidnap an innocent member of an alphas pack? Some strength you have, why Stiles? Why not just come after me yourself?”

Derek’s voice has climbed a few octaves, which has a few of the men raising their weapons slightly, however, with a gesture from Mr. Quinton the hunters lower their guns.

“You’re making us out to look like monsters, Derek” Mr Quinton says “Which is rather ironic, considering the only monster in this shed right now is you.”

Mr. Quinton runs a thick finger down the blade of his discarded machete “I was only young when I first encountered a monster like you. I was just a little lad lost in the forest and along came one of your kind, got me good in case you hadn’t noticed.” He says, the scarred corned of his lips lifting in a smirk “And since that day, I’ve been in a mission to take your lot down!”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, but not all wolves are like that! How many innocent wolves have you murdered? What happened to you doesn’t justify the senseless slaughter you’ve reaped!”

Mr Quinton’s blue eyes scan over Derek’s body, clearly taking in the fact that the alpha was getting worked up “That is true, and for the record it’s only rogues or feral alphas that I’ve killed. Alphas who seem to be in control, such as yourself, I have found more-” He smirks again “-Interesting ways to teach a lesson too.”

This statement brings a few chuckles from the hunters surrounding him. It’s then that Derek breaks eye contact with Mr Quinton to see that most of the hunters have gathered in a slight circle around him, it sets his teeth on edge.

Derek’s fangs come out and he flashes them around at the hunters surrounding him. Some startle back, but most of the men look on with amusement.

“Calm yourself alpha Hale!” Mr Quinton snaps “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to your boy, now would you?”

Derek turns back around to see Mr. Quinton is now holding up a phone, and on the screen seems to be a live footage of Stiles. Derek’s anger fades at the sight of Stiles still tied up and gagged, though now it seems like he’s asleep. The surroundings are too dark to make out where it is he could be, and the strong scent of testosterone mixed with gunpowder from all the hunters surrounding him has him unable to scent where Stiles is.

Now that Derek thinks about it, Stiles could be anywhere. Maybe that’s why they needed Derek to get here at a certain time, so they could get Stiles to another town over.

Derek goes to leap forward, his anger now back with a vengeance and his eyes flare alpha red but instantly stops when Mr Quinton snaps “Aim!”

The man who is holding the camera phone on the other end points a pistol at Stiles’ still form. Derek’s claws and fangs instantly retract at the footage he’s being showed.

“One word from me, and Stiles is going to get hurt. You so much as try to hurt one of my boys, Stiles is going to get hurt. You disobey one of my orders, Stiles is going to get hurt. Do you understand me, Derek? Are your wolf senses working?”

“Yes” Derek says through gritted teeth.

“Yes what? Be respectful to your betters.”

“Yes ………. Sir” Derek says.

“Excellent. Now, that day in the woods I had felt completely powerless, and I swore I’d never feel that way again. However, I find that taking power from your kind is almost if not better than killing your kind. So consider yourself lucky, for if you were feral I’d had sliced you up by now” Mr Quinton takes several steps closer to where Derek is standing still “Instead” Mr Quinton whispers in his ear, making the hair at the back of his neck stand on edge “I’m going to make you feel powerless.”

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Standing chest to chest, Derek can’t help but to notice how much bigger Mr. Quinton is compared to him. Not only his shoulders and muscles, but also his height, he’s got serval inches on Derek, which is infuriating Derek to no end.

“Now, your hospitality has been completely awful Derek, I mean really we are guests in your territory. And so far you’ve made me and mine feel very unwelcome.” Mr Quinton shakes his head in mock disappointment before stepping back slightly “I think now is the time to rectify that, don’t you?”

Several of the men approach Derek, he expects them to approach him with skittish feet, but instead they casually walk up to him, he guesses they aren’t afraid because there’s no way Derek is going to fight them off, not with Stiles’ life at stake.

Derek braces himself and closes his eyes for a punch, or maybe a pistol whip. Hunters of this calibre are unpredictable but what he doesn’t brace himself for is a strong hand patting and feeling his waist. Derek’s green eyes bolt open at the touch and he startles at another unseen hand running over the back of his shoulders, the warmth of the hand lingering.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks, a little confused and slightly on edge.

“I told you Derek, we wish to receive your hospitality. As host of the territory, you must service your guests” Mr. Quinton raises the mobile phone “And if you don’t, you know what will happen.”

Derek can’t believe what’s happening. He wanted to fight, he came here on a mission to save Stiles then unleash his fury on Stiles’ kidnappers. He didn’t want this! He can’t- this can’t be happening?!

Perverted hands grip his arm and squeeze the muscle through his tight t-shirt, his bicep flexes autonomously at the motion. One of the bulky hunters gets right up in front of him, his clothes stinking of sweat and cigarette smoke. The man reaches out and runs his greedy fingers over Derek’s tight stomach, his abs go taut at the touch.

The man smirks at the notion “No need to be so uptight alpha Hale, we’re just going to have some fun with you” He lets out a belly laugh, several others joining in and Derek grimaces in disgust.

The man has short cropped light brown hair matched with short stubble. His face has strong cheekbones and deep brown eyes. His nose has several freckles and if this were any other situation, Derek would think that the man was attractive. Unlike the others, this man wears a flannel shirt button down and blue jeans with brown boots. The jeans are tight on the man’s muscled legs and the top buttons of his flannel are open enough for Derek to catch sight of his thick brown hair covering his barrelled chest.

“You can call me Dustin, not that names are going to matter tonight” once again a few of the men chuckle.

From behind him, two hands start to massage his shoulders which actually feels quite nice, his eyes lower just slightly, before coming back alert when Dustin continues to grope his body.

“Most alphas fight to begin with, they have their stupid pride after all. But once you give in Derek, you’ll find yourself much happier, you’ll enjoy it even.”

“I will not enjoy this!” Derek snaps back, his teeth once again clenched “Who would enjoy something like this. You’re sick; you’re all fucking sick in the head!”

“Fuck yeah” Dustin smirks “I love the feisty ones” He leans closer to whisper in his ear, Derek scents the smell of wood smoke and dominance on him “They’re always the best ones to break in.”

Two hands grip his hips and Derek goes to push the hands off him, but then he remembers Stiles and Mr. Quinton’s threats. A much larger body slides up behind him; the large hands gripping his hips would no doubt leave finger prints if he were human.

“Mmmmm you feel good wolf” A husky voice speaks in his ear “And what a body you’ve got. I love alpha werewolves like this, so strong yet so vulnerable. You could take us all out, you could free yourself. But you won’t, you’ve gotta just take it don’t you.”

A growl is vibrating from his chest. Derek has only ever felt this vulnerable once before, with her. He promised himself he’s never feel that way again, he’d never let anyone take advantage of his body again.

“Fucking hell, check these out” Dereks thoughts are interrupted by the man standing behind him. His big hands have brushed their way up to Derek’s pecs. The werewolf fights his very body to not lash out at the movement.

The hunter then grips his pecs and pushes them together, the feeling of hands on his chest makes Derek bite his tongue to suppress a groan. He won’t admit it to these disgusting men, but Dereks nipples are definitely an erogenous zone. The slightest touch sets his body on fire and makes his nipples go hard. It doesn’t help that he’s chosen this tight t-shirt to wear tonight, for the fabric leaves nothing for the imagination.

“Biggest set of tits I’ve ever seen on a wolf” a hunter calls out, making the group laugh.

“Look at them! Plus look at how hard his nipples are, do you like this attention? Hahaha.”

Derek doesn’t need to look down to know that his nipples are hard. He’s supressing a moan at the feeling of the tight buds getting brushed by the hand that’s squeezing his pecs. Derek, unintentionally, flexes his pecs from the stimulation, which sends the hunters off with cheers.

“He practically humming” The man rubbing his pecs says.

“Bet he is, look at the face he’s giving, I think he loves his tits being played with” Dustin remarks.

“No I d-don’t!’ Derek tries to say, his voice getting high. The hunter behind him grips his left pec and with his other hand he slaps down on the other, making the tit jiggle.

“Ah” Derek gasps at the feeling. He can’t believe he’s letting this man touch him in such a humiliating way, and he can’t believe how his traitorous body is responding. It feels good, fuck, it feels so fucking good.

The group collectively cheer at the sight Derek’s tit jiggling. The man then does the same of the other, this time Derek bits his lip as to not let out any noises. But he knows if the hunter touches his tight nipples, it’ll all be over.

“Such juicy tits, bet they’re going to bounce later on, aren’t they?”

Derek opens his mouth to reply with as threat, fuck this guy honestly, but all that comes out is a low moan as the man finally pinches his nipples.

“Ahhh fuck!” Derek squeals, his toes curl up and his cock chubs up a bit at the pain/pleasure feeling coming from his chest. It feels amazing! The feeling of pain rushes through his body like electricity. Fucking hell, sooooo good!

“Yeah you love that don’t you?” Dustin says from in front of him “Love your fat tits being played with, we haven’t even started yet and you’re already making the prettiest noises.”

Derek shakes his head, trying his best to deny it, but his eyes convey the pleasure that he’s feeling. The man is amazing with his hands. He’s gripping and pinching his nipples in all the right ways, and the feeling of his shirt rubbing against them when he lets one go has him bitting his lip again. How is he meant to put up a front that this is sick when his body is practically begging for more?

Derek also doesn’t realise that he’s unintentionally rubbing his fat arse against the man’s cock.

The man withdraws his fingers only to suck them into his mouth and return with his now spit soaked fingers.

“Ooohhhh” Derek can’t help but to moan at the feeling of the now wet fingers playing around with his nipples. There’s a cheer from the crowd of eight and Derek opens his eyes to look at them.

His eyes bug at the sight of the men surrounding him all rubbing at their tented bulges. Holy fuck, they’re all looking at him getting his tits- he means his chest- played with and they’re getting off too it. It’s disgusting, and Derek doesn’t know why he can’t stop looking at all the large bulges. There’s soooo many of them!

For Stiles, that’s right! He’s going along with this for Stiles.

Derek scents the air, and it’s instantly a mistake. The spicy smell of arousal is overpowering coming from all the hunters. Derek can smell the masculine scent of sweat and precum, and its making his head dizzy.

This is going to happen, whether he likes it or not.

“I think it’s time to rip this t-shirt off. It’s so tight that we’ve all had a good look at your slutty tits anyway” Dustin says. The man then grips the front of his t-shirt, and in a show of power, he pulls and the sound of his shirt’s fabric giving way fills the room.

Derek gapes at the pure power that Dustin has. His black shirt has been completely ripped in half! The cold air brings out a few goose pimples over his exposed skin and his nipples tighten up harder.

The man behind him pulls the now ruined shirt from his arms and Derek lets him, he simply stands there and alloys all the hunters’ pervy eyes to look. Derek’s body shivers at the cold it’s now exposed to. His already tight abs clench and his tits puff, almost as if he’s showing off. He almost feels like a piece of meat at the butchers, and all these hunters want a piece.

Dustin reaches out and runs his big hand over Derek’s lightly haired chest, the touch and rough calluses makes him jolt “What a fucking beauty we have here! I just knew your nipples would be such a pretty pink” Dustin himself now rubs over his hard nipples, making Derek gasp out “And what a set of abs! Nice and tight! And what cute little happy trail, I think you’ll find most of us guys are much more hairy than you Derek, which is funny since you’re the wolf Derek Hahaha!”

“Don’t forget about this!” The man behind him says before landing a slap to Dereks arse.

“Ahhh!” Derek moans out at the heated feeling of the hand slapping his fat arse. The cheeks jiggle in his tight denim jeans after the slap for a few moments though that isn’t a shock; it shakes even when Derek walks. But Derek knows that once it’s out of the tight material, it won’t stop jiggling.

“Turn around and show it off for us, wolf!” a man calls out.

Derek lowers his head and voluntarily turns around to see that the man that had been torturing his tits was the man with the black beard from outside. The man smirks at the recognition on Dereks face. Derek is shame faced as a barrage of catcalls and whistles are let out at the sight of his fat arse in his jeans. It’s a feeling that Derek has never felt before, being so objectified by so many men at once.

Black beard closes in and reaches behind Derek then places his head on Derek’s shoulder so he can look on out at everyone else.

“Check this out guys! The wolf is such a slut that he even came here tonight with a rip in his tight jeans!” The men holler out at the rip and Derek blushes. Oh fuck! He’s completely forgotten about the tear in his jeans. It blows Derek’s mind that these hunters have already got so much power over him that he’s forgot that he’s basically been showing off half his arse already, and so far all they’ve done is play with his sensitive tits.

Black beard then grips both of Derek’s cheeks and shakes them, much to the crowds pleasure and Derek’s disbelief “Check out the jiggle men! And you thought the bitches tits were his best asset! Just wait till these fat mounds are bouncing on your cock!”

There’s no way Derek will be bouncing on anyone’s cock! If he has to take it, then sure, for Stile’s sake, but he’s not going to make himself work just for this sicko’s pleasure! This isn’t meant to be pleasurable, despite what his body is feeling, this is completely against his will!

He goes to say exactly that, but instead he lets out a moan at another slap to his fat arse.

“Ahh ohh fuck!” Derek moans out.

“Such a good bitch aren’t you, Derek?” Dustin comes into Derek’s field of vision. The man had discarded his flannel shirt so now his hairy muscled chest and abs are out. Derek unconsciously licks his lips at the sight of the hunter’s powerful body. Such big arms! Holy fuck, they could crush his skull! He kind of wants to run his fingers and tongue down the man’s hairy and tight body, and then Derek gets a look at the man’s bulge.

*Slapppp!*

“Oohhh!”

Fuck its big! The button and zipper are straining to keep the monster back. A part of Derek’s brain wants the zipper to give way, to let the fat cock out! Derek can see the head through the jeans; he can see where precum has stained the fabric dark.

“You look a little flustered there alpha Hale” Dustin says “I thought you weren’t enjoying this.”

“I’m n-not!” Derek denies “If I knew where Stiles w-was I’d take you all out! I’d rip out your throat with my teeth! I’d never let you scum to touch me like this!”

“Mmmmm sure you would” Dustin laughs “That why you can’t stop looking at my cock?”

Dustin then grips his bulge and Derek’s eyes track every motion. Another harsh slap hits his arse and Derek bites his tongue. Fucking hell, the feeling of the spanking is really fucking him up! His cock is basically leaking in his jeans and he’s once again wishing that he’s worn underwear today!

“Ok I think he’s had enough of that” Black beard announces “I’ve been hogging the slut, time for you lot to enjoy him!”

Before Derek can question what he means, black beard pushes his unstable body into the crowd. Derek falls backwards and is caught by two of the hunters. Their faces are all melding together seeing as how there’s so many of them!

Before he knows it, there are greedy hands touching his shirtless torso. Deft and thick fingers alike are groping and pinching every part of him. Derek is a moaning mess with his tits being fondled by nameless men. Someone grips his jaw and forces Derek into a sloppy kiss. Derek’s eyes close and he hums out as the random man pushes his tongue into Derek’s mouth. Derek doesn’t even bother to put up a fight and lets the man explore his mouth.

While this is happening, another man grips one of his tits and starts to suck on it. Derek moans into the man’s mouth and sticks out his chest even more, following the feeling of lips and teeth giving him pleasure. The sensations are bringing the alpha werewolf so much pleasure that he can’t even pretend to fight anymore.

The man’s breaks away from the kiss and instantly there’s another set of lips and another tongue down his throat. Derek grips the hair at the back of this man’s head and whines when he feels someone spit on his other tit before tugging and pinching the hard pink nipple there.

“Look at him go! The slutty wolf loves it!”

“Fuck man! So glad we came here!”

“He’s gonna look so fucking good with a few cocks in him!”

Derek’s a mess when the new man pulls back, after such a wet make out Derek can feel his lips tingling. He opens his eyes to see some hunky blonde hunter smirking right back at him. The man has taken off his shirt and Derek greedily checks out the man’s amazing muscled body! God, all these men must be built like this!

The blonde man grips his stubbly jaw and spits right on his lips! Derek doesn’t even need to be told to lick it up; he just does it and moans at the taste. Blondie chuckles at Derek’s open whorness.

“Fuck yeah bitch! You like that? Do you like getting used by hunters?” With the hunter holding his jaw, Derek is unable to reply, he however does gasp as another hunter bites his nipple softly.

“You lot think you’re so fucking powerful, and yet look at you, mewling at the feeling of men using your body, it’s pathetic.” The man then grips the back of Dereks head and forcing him into another rough kiss.

Derek’s enjoying the powerful pleasure coming from two different men sucking ion his tits and the feeling of blondie dominating his mouth so much he’s surprised at the harsh slap to his arse.

Derek pulls back to gasp and he looks over his shoulder to see Dustin smirking, clearly proud of himself. Derek pouts and Dustin lands another spank to his arse, the cheeks wobbling.

“Does that feel good Hale?” Dustin asks.

Derek goes to reply but blondie grips his neck to get his attention again. Derek whines at not only the harsh treatment, but also at the slap he just got to his fat tit from a hunter.

Derek’s stomach almost drops when he sees that blondie has his cock out. Holy fuck! The thing is so fucking fat! The pink head is nice and bulbous and it stands stiff and proud surrounded by blonde pubes. Derek swallows as blondie grips his hard cock and shakes it.

“I think it’s time for you to get on your knees, what do you say guys?” Blondie calls out.

Derek’s ears ring from the onslaught of cheers and hollers form all the men, and looking around, the wolf is stunned to see that many of the hunters have taken off their clothes. Derek drools ever so slightly at the sight of so many hot strong men beating off their thick cocks! Seriously, how do all these men have such big cocks! Even the smallest is still slightly bigger than Derek’s, and it’s not like he’s below average.

“So m-many cocks” Derek manages to say, completely flabbergasted.

Mr. Quinton, who Derek notes is still completely dressed, lets out a laugh “That’s right Derek there is so many of them. My boys have had such a rough journey to get here tonight, so I think you’re going to have to show your hospitality to all of them! After all, it’s an alpha werewolf’s duty to take care of his guests.”

Mr. Quinton is slightly correct; Derek should have greeted all these men when they had first arrived. Yet, he didn’t even realise that hunters had even invaded his territory.

Oh well, no time like the present? Derek gets to his knees; the fight almost knocked out of him, and looks up with wide green eyes at blondie. The blonde man strokes his huge cocks several more times before grabbing it at the base and slapping the thick meat against Derek’s cheek. The action is so demeaning and disrespectful and yet Derek’s cock bobs in his jeans at the action.

“Bad dog!” Blondie smirks “Be a good boy from now on and we promise to not litter that sexy body of yours with bullets!”

Derek nods his head, humiliation completely gone, and looks at the juicy fat cock right in front of him. He reaches out and tugs on the member with a shaky hand. The thing feels like its pulsing in his hand! Derek jacks him off a few more times, much to blondies pleasure, and is mesmerised by the fat pink head.

“That’s it whore! Fuck yeah! Now suck that fucking cock! Suck it fucking good or I’ll dose you with some wolfsbane!”

Derek is quick to open his lips and lets the strangers cock enter his hot mouth. The instant taste of salty skin and precum makes his eyes roll and he lets the cock sink into his throat by a few inches. Derek breaths through his nose, as to not to pass out, and starts to massage the fat cock with his throat and tongue.

“Holy fuck! The slut has done this before! Fucking hell! He’s taking me deep!”

Derek moans and starts to move his head. He sucks and swallows around the big cock and every so often he forces it down so far that the hunter’s sweaty ball sack brushes his stubbly chin.

Fucking hell Derek is in heaven! The feeling of his throat being used by some strange man’s fat cock is exhilarating. His throat is working hard to pleasure the man and from the moans that blondie is giving out, he’s clearly loving it.

Derek’s eyes open when he feels a tapping assent his cheek. He’s shocked to see another fat cock head right there in front of him! Derek looks up to see that Dustin has finally discarded his jeans, and he’s cock is waiting for service!

Being a dutiful alpha, Derek lets blondies cock out of his throat and instantly latches into Dustin’s! Oh fuck! The taste of Dustin’s meat is just as glorious as blondies!

“Stupid slut! You’ve got hands for a reason, jack me off!”

Derek whines and starts to jerk blondie off, his own spit mixed with precum making the perfect glide. Derek then looks up at Dustin and redoubles his efforts. From the ground looking up, Dustin looks even more bigger and stronger. Dustin himself grips Derek’s hair and forces him to take him in deep.

“Fuck yeah that’s it! You love that fat hunter cock don’t you baby?” Dustin spits down in him but Derek only blinks as he bobs his head, swallowing the fat cock down further.

From the other side Derek can see that another cock has been presented to him, and he’s quick to use his other hand to start to jack this one off as well. There the once proud alpha is jerking off two different hunters while sucking on another’s while the other men laugh and cheer him on.

Derek’s moaning almost uncontrollably on Dustin’s cock, the vibrations no doubt giving the hunter pleasure. The feeling of the velvety veiny cock plunging his throat is amazing! Never has Derek been so completely used. He’s steadily jerking off two other nameless hunters, their precum making his loose fists glide perfectly.

Dustin’s cock goes a bit deeper then he’s anticipated which causes the alpha to gag around the large appendage. Derek’s eyes water and he wants to pull off, but looking up and seeing the pleasure on Dustin’s face, at how he’s got his arms behind his head and flashing his pits has Derek redoubling his efforts and forcing his throat to take it.

“Fuck yes!” Dustin groans out “He’s fucking deep throating me! Fuck, look at this animal! He fucking loves this cock!”

Derek pulls off Dustin’s cock and guides on of the ones he’s jerking off into his mouth so he can now jack off Dustin. Derek looks up at the new hunter he’s sucking off but their faces are blurring together. This one looks like some kind of lumberjack, packed full of muscle with a hairy chest and stomach. Derek’s eyes roll at the new taste of cock on his tongue, and he’s quick to starts bobbing his head, taking the new cock deep.

“Fuck yeah boy!” The hunter moans “This is what all wolves are good for! Apex predator? More like apex slut!”

Derek wants to protest, he’s only doing this to save Stiles’ life after all?! But how can he protest when a fat cock is forcing his throat to its limit? Derek just ignores the hunter’s cruel words and continues to deep throat his cock.

“Fucking hell, look at him go! Sucking that cock real good aren’t ya boy?” Derek nods his head while sucking the cock nice and deep, it hits the back of his throat and he gags a bit, but he’s slowly getting used to the feeling. And he’s going to have to; after all, there are so many cocks that need sucking. For Stiles, of course.

A new hunter comes up to the group, Derek moans at the sight of this man’s beautiful ebony skin. His only wearing a white singlet, his trousers long forgotten, and as he walks, his fat black cock swings.

“Let me have a go at the werewhore” The man’s deep voice announces.

The hunter that Derek was sucking off moves back and the new hunter takes his place. Derek’s still jacking off Dustin and someone else, and he doesn’t want to stop, so instead he just looks up at this new man with a pleading look in his wet eyes.

“Look at this” The man says with a smirk, he’s slowly jerking his massive cock, his balls swinging at the motion “You want this cock don’t you bitch?”

“P-please s-sir” Derek rasps, his throat fucked up from the cocks that have been in it.

“You gonna be a good whore for me?” The man asks. Derek goes to reply, but the man bends slightly to pinch at his nipples.

“Ohh! Fuck yes sir, I’ll be a good whore!”

“Such a bitch” The man huffs, he then grabs his cock and starts to slap it against Derek’s tit, the head leaving precum on his nipple. Derek’s mouth drops as the man make his tit jiggle with his cock.

The sound of skin on skin is harmonising, and as Derek looks down he can’t keep his eyes away from the derogative action. In fact, Derek’s so into it that he’s forgotten about the cocks in his hands.

Dustin grabs his own cock and slaps it again his cheek “Keep jerking us off slut!”

Derek gets back to work and starts jerking off both Dustin and the nameless hunter, and in apology, he rubs his thumb over both the men’s cock heads, making them moan.

“Here you go baby, come play with this” The dark skinned hunter tapped his cock on Derek’s lips, and the man is quick to open his mouth and try to get the thick meat in him. The hunter chuckles at the sight of Derek desperately trying to get the cock into his mouth. It’s almost like a game he’s playing with the werewolf.

“Suck a good boy, aren’t you? Here you go then, have your treat.”

The hunter finally stops playing around and lets Derek suck the head into his mouth. Derek moans at the salty taste of the man’s cock. Derek massages the underside of the head with his tongue making the hunter swear.

“Fuck yeah bitch! Fucking suck that cock!”

Derek closes his eyes and takes the man deeper, not forgetting to cover his teeth, and allows the cock to rest against the back of his throat. He gags again and tears fill his closed eyes, but Derek stays strong and begins to bob his head up and down.

In his own pants, Derek is harder than he’s even been. His cock is wet and is rubbing against his rough jeans and he desperately wants to jerk himself off. However, his hands are rather full at the minute.

“Fuck baby! You’re taking me so deep aren’t you, absolute pro at it!” The hunter compliments him; Derek would smile, if his mouth wasn’t filled with cock.

Derek takes the hunter down deep, all the while rubbing his tongue on the underside, before pulling off to take a few deeps breaths. After he’s caught his breath Derek goes straight to the man’s balls. He licks at the big sack of breeder balls and takes on into his mouth to suck on.

“You like those balls baby? So full of cum for you” The hunter says while stroking his cock.

Derek moans before grabbing the nameless man’s cock that he’s been stroking and starts to suck him down, the man gives out an appreciative moan at his cock getting sucked. This man’s cock is big but smaller than the dark skinned man, so Derek has an easier time to take him deep, choking himself on it.

Derek bobs his head a few times before letting that cock out only to bring Dustin’s back into his throat. Derek feels like he’s lost control, there are soooo many cocks! Derek deep throats Dustin a few times before switching back to the dark skinned hunters. Derek bobs his head a few times before taking him deep, choking himself and gagging on the cock. When he pulls back to breath Derek notices a thin line of spit connecting him to the head of the man's cock. Derek moves back in and dripples some more spit on the cock before licking it off and sucking him back down deep.

Derek can’t see but his face is flushed red form sucking so much cock. His green eyes are completely wild and his stubble is drenched in spit and precum, in fact, Derek can feel it dripping from his chin.

“Fucking hell baby, what happen to that once proud alpha? It’s like you can’t get enough cock hahaha!” Dustin says.

“You know what these alphas are like. They like to put up a front that they’re all powerful and in control, then the minute they taste a hunter’s cock, they turn into a complete slut!” another man says.

Derek moans on the cock in his mouth. There’s so much spit and precum dribbling out of his lips and getting everywhere. It drips down his chin and onto his fat tits, making them shine.

“This one was already a slut, let’s be honest here” The dark skinned man says “He came in here with the tightest shirt on to show off these slutty nipples, and let’s not forget that he’s already torn a hole in his jeans! He clearly wanted us to check out that fat arse!”

Derek isn’t a slut though! He swears he wasn’t until now. In fact, Derek barely even sleeps with anyone. But of course he can’t exactly say that while he’s sucking on some nameless hunter’s cock. He wonders how long this will go on; will they use him all night?

I guess only time will tell.

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“Alright you guys, stop hogging him!” A younger hunter says as he comes over. He’s blonde with short cropped hair matched with a light goatee. The man’s eyes are almost aqua and his body is much leaner than the others and covered in tattoos.

“Come and get it Owen if you want some!” Dustin says.

“Or how about we get the slut bent over the tires? I want see that hole!” Owen replies.

There are sounds of agreements and before Derek knows it he’s being picked up by Dustin. Derek yelps at the man’s strength, Derek isn’t exactly small, and he gets carried all the way over to the tractor tires. Derek is roughly tossed onto the tires. The impact of rubber pinches at the bare skin of his back and Derek wants to complain, but Owen grabs him by his waist and forces him to turn over. Fuck, he’s sooo rough!

“Stay bent over that tire bitch!” The young cocky hunter orders with a slap to his arse making him gasp “Arch that back!”

Derek is quick to obey the dominant man and arches his back so that his fat arse is perking up and he’s rewarded with another slap.

“Fuck yeah! That’s it bitch! Look at that arse wobble!” Owen roughly grips one of his cheeks before shaking it and slapping it. The rough treatment of his arse has Derek whimpering and moaning.

“Shake it for us baby!” Dustin yells as he makes his way over.

Derek starts to shake his arse for the hunters. He’s completely mortified that he’s allowing these men to see him like this and that they are making him preform like this for them. Derek is an alpha werewolf for Christ’s sake! And his instincts are in over drive at having to submit to these hunters. They are the enemy! And Derek should be ripping them apart! Not bent over like some common whore shaking his arse for them.

“That’s it baby! Me and my boys want a good show!” Owen laughs.

Owen seemed like a typical cocky guy who thinks he can get anyone just because he’s got nice eyes, thick blonde hair, tattoos and a handsome smile. His body is also beautiful, his arms are not as large as the other men but they still look like they belong to a gym bro and his abs well defined complete with a light trail of hair disappearing into his blue jeans. There’s light smattering of blonde hair on his puffed up chest which matches with perfect pink nipples.

Owen gives him a dirty smirk, clearly catching Derek check him out.

“Yeah you like this, bitch?” Own asks before lifting his arm and flexing his bicep “Check out these arms, and take a look at my pits! Bet you wish you could sniff them don’t ya bitch?” The hunter snorts “And don’t forget this.” The young man grabs his impressive bulge in his jeans “This cock has fucked many of you alpha bitches, fuck; I can’t wait to clap your fucking cheeks.”

Derek groans at the man’s dirty talk and promises. What a confident stud! Plus the man’s not lying; Derek was listening to his heartbeat. To think, this cocky gym bro has fucked multiple alpha wolves. Hell, he must be an amazing fuck.

“Now, time to see that fucking hole of yours!” Owen says before he gets down on his knees behind Derek.

“What are you - Oohh!!”

*Riiiippppp*

Derek’s mouth drops as Owen rips the hole in his jeans even further! The hunters cheer as Dereks fat cheeks are exposed to the cool night air. Owen grins and rips his jeans even more, allowing his full fat cheeks to bounce out of the ruined and tattered jeans.

“Holy shit boys, check out this fucking dump truck!” Owen cheers.

The hunters all gather around to admire the mounds of flesh being presented to them. Derek doesn’t think his ears have ever been so red before. The men whistle at the sight and as Owen runs his rough hands over the smooth cheeks as Derek pants.

“Look at these beauties! I don’t think we’ve fucked in an alpha with such a fat arse before!” Owen raises his hand and lands a sound slap against his cheeks. Derek gasps at finally being spanked on his bare arse, the sting giving him such a fiery feeling and he kind of wishes that the red hand print wouldn’t heal instantly.

Owen grins at the sight of his fat mounds jiggling from such a slap “Fuck yeah! I don’t know why you’d even bother being an alpha with an arse like this!”

Owen then grabs his cheeks in his hands and pulls them apart. Derek’s pink hole instantly twitches at being exposed and Derek swallows at the moans from the men in the warehouse.

“What a slutty little hole you’ve got back here alpha Hale” Owen sniffs back before spitting on the tight ring, making Derek gasp at the feeling of his hole being spit on.

Derek feels shame as he feels the lob of spit run down his twitching hole and run to his ball sack. Owen then spits again and then he presses his tongue to Derek’s hole.

“Oh fuck!” Derek’s eyes jolt open and he looks behind himself to see Owen has disappeared between his cheeks. The alpha then moans as the cocky young hunter runs his wiggly wet tongue over the tight muscle.

“Fuck yeah Owen! Eat that bitch out!” A nameless hunter cheers.

The tongue runs up and down his tight sphincter, leaving a trail of spit behind, and Derek’s lowly moaning at the feeling. Owen’s tongue goes up and down before he finally presses against his tight entrance, the tip of his tongue slightly breeching him.

“Ahhh! Fuck yessssss!” Derek moans out at the feeling of finally being penetrated. There are cheers and hollers around the shed now that Derek has finally given into the pleasure that the men have been reeking upon his body.

Owen starts to fuck his tongue in and out and Derek starts to grind his fat arse against the hunters face, chasing the feeling of pleasure that he’s receiving.

“Yeah, you like that bitch?” A man’s voice comes from in front of him. Derek looks forward, his eyes struggling to stay open at the feeling of his rim getting eaten out to see a nameless hunter in front of him stroking his fat uncut cock.

“Yessss! Oh fuck, feels so fucking good!” Derek whines and gasps at the sharp sting Owen delivers to his fats cheeks with his open palm, his tongue unyielding on his tight hole. Derek is holding himself up on the tire and his gripping the edge so hard that his fingers have gone white.

“Yeah feels good? Why don’t you suck my cock as well, can’t have you having all the fun Hahaha.”

Derek nods his head and starts to support his body with one hand as he reaches out to stroke the man’s cock, the foreskin slipping over the pink head. The hunter places his hands behind his head and Derek guides his thick cock to his mouth.

Derek groans at once again having a cock in his mouth. His tongue relishes in the salty precum from the man’s tip and he dips his tongue into his foreskin, tasting the head where the precum is coming from.

“That’s it baby, swallow that fat hunter cock down!” The man encourages him. Derek looks up at the hairy man and starts to bob his head, moaning almost uncontrollable at the feeling of Owen skilful tongue.

“How’s the alpha bitch taste bro?” Someone asks.

“Fucking sweet!” Owen gasps as he comes up for air “I love these alpha wolf pussies! There’s no better taste!”

Derek’s eyes roll when he feels Owen spread his saliva around his puckered hole with his index finger, the tip slightly entering him and teasing for what is to come. Derek deep throats the cock his got in his mouth and slightly shakes his fat arse, trying to get that long finger in!

“Hahaha look at the bitch!” Owen laughs “You want something in you so bad don’t ya! Alright then” Owen lets the tip of his pointer finger sink into the warm tightness.

Derek groans around the cock he’s sucking at Owen slowly fucking his finger in. His hole feels so wet from all the spit Owens left there so his finger slides in easily. Once the man is up to the second knuckle he pulls it out only to slide it in harder.

Derek sucks harder on the cock he’s deep throating, deliriously happy at being filled. He looks up with wet eyes at the hunter he’s pleasing, and wants to grin at the fucked out look on his face.

“Oh fuck man! This bitch’s throat is fucking tight!” The man groans, he then grabs the back of Derek’s head and starts to fuck his cock into Derek’s throat! Derek gags but he’s forces it to continue to take the cock.

“Fuck yeah bro! Oh my god I think – oh fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!” The man announces “You want my thick hunter cum bitch!”

Derek’s a slobbery groaning mess so he just looks up at the man with big wet green eyes “Fuck fuuuuuck! AHHH!” The man throws his head back, and Derek feels the thick cum spurt down his throat. Tears freely fall from Derek’s eyes at the feeling of cum hitting the back of his throat and it’s taking everything the alpha has to swallow the thick load!

“Fuck yes! Fucking swallow it bitch!” the man shouts as he comes down from his orgasm. The man pulls his cock out of Derek’s mouth and starts to massage the last of his cum out.

“Open up!”

Derek quickly opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue and he’s rewarded with a few globs of cum. Derek hums before closing his mouth and tasting the salty load. It’s so strong and salty that it’s driving Dereks senses mad! It’s the first taste of hunter cum that Derek has had, and it’s awakened something in him.

The alpha swallows the last of the load and proudly displays his now slightly white tongue at the man, to show that he’s been good and swallowed. The man grins down at him and slaps his flaccid cock playfully against his stubbly cheek. That’s one hunter satisfied, though Derek’s lost track of how many there are left.

Derek’s so satisfied with his tummy getting filled with cum that he’s missed out on the fact that Owen has been steadily fucking three fingers into his tight hole.

“Ooohhhh fuck yeah” Derek moans “You’re opening up my little hole soooo good!”

Owen smirks “That’s it bitch! Finally had a taste of hunter cum and you’re now finding your place!”

“Y-yeah!” Derek agrees while throwing his fat arse back “Fuck that feels soooo fucking good!”

Owen spits down on his hole and pushes it in with his fingers “You’re so fucking tight bitch! Gonna feel amazing around my alpha breaking cock!”

“F-fuck yesssssss s-sir! Want your fucking cock sooo badly!” Derek whines.

The hunter laughs at his submissive begging and at the way he’s shaking his arse.

“Ah fuck this! I need to get my cock in the bitch!” Owen suddenly says. The blonde hunter unzips his jeans and his long cut cock flies out. The pink tip is drippling precum and the cocky man runs his finger through the precum to spread it down his shaft.

Derek groans at the sight of the beautiful cock now out in the open and his hole clenches at the thought of this cock that’s fucked so many alphas and how it’s about to fuck him.

Owen grips the base of his cock and slaps the tip against his hole several times “Fuck yeah, get ready bitch! Gonna mount ya and fuck the alpha right outta ya!”

Owen gets up and bends his legs. He grips Derek’s strong shoulders in a punishing grip and folds his leans strong body over Dereks back. The young man then rests his head over Derek’s shoulder and he lets go of one of his shoulders to guide his cock to Derek’s hole.

Derek can’t believe he’s keening and whining as he’s being mounted by a hunter, and he can’t believe the way how his body sings when the tip of the hunters cock presses against his hole.

“There you go bitch, take it” Owen whispers in his ear as his head pushes in.

Derek’s eyes bug and his mouth drops as the man’s cock finally penetrates him. There are faint cheers in the background but all Derek can focus on his the harsh breathing from Owen and the feeling of his cock.

Derek’s tight little hole tries to put of a fight against the intrusion, but it eventually gives out and the long cock slowly starts to sink in. Derek whines high in his throat at the feeling of slowly being filled. His walls are being pushed and he’s feeling a slight burning sensation from being stretched.

“That’s right ’Alpha’ whine like a bitch in heat, ah fuck, your bitch hole is so fucking tight! I can feel your channel pulling me in Hahaha I love watching you big strong alphas finally submit and whimper around my cock!”

“F-feels so fucking good” Derek moans out “You’re so big! Oh my god! You’re stretching out my little hole so fucking good!”

“It’s almost all the way in! You’re taking it so good baby!” Owen says back, gleefully grinning at the bitch he’s broken in. Derek can’t see it, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face. His green eyes are completely crossed from the insane amount of pleasure he’s receiving, his face is wet from saliva and cum and he’s got such a silly smile, so happy that his arse is getting broken in with a hunter’s cock.

After several mind numbing moments Derek can finally feel Owen’s low hanging balls brush against his own. He’s stuffed full, and it feels amazing! The feeling of such a long cock penetrating him fully is enough for Derek’s own cock, stiff and hard from where it’s trapped in his ruined jeans, to leak out a glob of precum.

“Fucking hell, such a tight fucking hole” Owen puffs out “Feels fucking great around my cock! I wish you could see your hole right now bitch! It’s fucking clenched around me! Hope you’re ready bitch, I’ve mounted ya, now it’s time to breed ya!”

Owen pushes down on his back and leans over his body more so now the hunter has fully mounted the alpha werewolf. Derek whines at being in such a vulnerable position but he has no choice but to press his chest down against the dirty tractor tire. Owen pulls his hips back and Derek feels his cock slowly exiting his tight heat, and then Owen slams forward, his hips shaking Dereks risen fat arse and his cock punishing his inner walls.

”Ahhh! Fucking hell!” Derek groans at the harsh treatment, his claws are now out and gripping into the rubber of the tire to steady himself.

“Get used to it slut!” Owen says before giving another harsh thrust, the slapping of his hips and Dereks cheeks echoing throughout the room.

Derek’s deadly claws are out; he could turn around right at his moment and cut through this cocky hunters flesh quite easily, like a hot knife through butter, but instead he’s using his weapons to hold his body still so that Owen can mount and fuck him like a bitch in heat!

Owen seems to be done with the slow and powerful fucks, because suddenly the hunter’s rhythm has picked up speed. Derek is powerless to do anything other than moan at the heat he’s feeling form having the hunter’s cock fuck his hole so thoroughly. His fat arse is getting slammed by Owens strong hips and Derek finds himself throwing his arse back like before, but this time to fuck his hole back on the hunter’s cock harder!

“Fuck yeah bitch! He fucking loves this cock guys! Ahh fuck! He’s squeezing so tight around me! Love it when wolves finally find out what their strength is really for! It’s for servicing hunters!”

Dereks panting and his whole body is shaking from the sharp pace of Owen’s thrusts. His tits are rubbing against the rubber of the tractor tire making his nipples go red. His skin is starting to sweat from the exhaustion that he’s going through, and he notices from where their bodies are touching that Owen is as well. Derek may as well be a toy, a nice tight wet hole for the hunter to play with.

“Ooohhh! S-sir fuck! Sir p-please!” Derek’s body jolts as Owens long cock finally pushes against his prostate. His whole body tingles at the stimulation from both deep within and from his nipples rubbing against the tire.

“Yeah you love it don’t you whore! Some alpha you turned out to be! It took me a solid hour to break in the last alpha we gangbanged, and here you are already fucking begging for more!”

From where his head is Owen is able to lick up Derek’s wet cheek and bite at his jawbone, an act that has the Hale alpha whining.

“Fuck me harder! Oh my god please fuck me harder!” Derek begs.

Owen laughs before pistoning his hips like a machine. Derek is openly squealing at the power of the hunter taking him so ferociously. His mouth is hanging open and he’s letting out little ‘Ah ah ahs!’ at every impact.

“Fucking bitch!” Owen snaps “Fuck yeah! Taking it like a proper fucking slut! Wonder ah! Wonder how this one even became an alpha! Oh well, after we are done with him there will be no alpha in him left!”

It’s almost painful where Owen is pushing his back down but the hot feeling of his prostate getting abused more than makes up for it. He can’t believe how hard he’s getting fuck! And from a human of all things! Maybe Derek had it wrong all along, maybe all this time he shouldn’t have been fighting the hunters, he should have been offering them his arse?

“Fuck sir y-you’re f-fucking me so g-good! Ah! Ah! Ah! Do you like my little alpha hole?”

There are few chuckles from around them but none louder than Owen’s in his ear “I love it baby! So fucking good aren’t you! Fuck yeah! Ahh! Feels much better like this - AH! Doesn’t it bitch? Feels better to just submit and take it rather than fight us?”

Dereks eyes roll are a particularly good thrust “Y-yes sir! Feels soooo good j-just ohhh! Just being a b-bitch!” Derek giggles and moans.

“A natural bitch you are! Oh fuck baby! Your fucking slut hole is gonna make me cum! You want my cum baby? Want my cum in your tight hole?”

Derek groans and his hole automatically tightens around the large appendage fucking it “Fuck yes sir! Please breed me! Breed your little bitch!” Derek is almost like a man possessed with how hard his now throwing his arse back.

“Ohhhh! Yeah baby! Here it comes oh fuuuck! Take it slut! Fucking take it!” Owen smacks his hips against Dereks arse and Dereks eyes go crossed again at the feeling of a hot fat load being dumped into his hole. He can feel the semen seeping deep into his body and if Derek didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s been fucked right into his guts!

Derek’s own cock lets out a little dribble of precum at the feeling and Derek wants to stroke himself to orgasm so fucking bad at the feeling of being used so thoroughly.

“Fuck!” Owen shouts out “Such a good fucking bitch!” Derek looks back to see that Owen’s blonde hair is now damp with sweat and his panting heavily. His beautiful skin is slightly red around his arms and chest and his body is heavily sweating.

Owen lets out a laugh at the sound of despair that Derek lets out as he pulls his cock free from Derek’s body. He’s so empty! And he desperately tries to clench his hole to stop Owen’s cum from leaking out.

“And that’s how a real alpha fucks!” Owen says before flexing and kissing his biceps. Derek groans at the sight of the arrogant man kissing his own muscles and flashing his pits. Derek’s still in a mounting position with the alpha studs cum slowly leaking out of his slightly gaping hole.

“Hey pass me the marker boss!” Owen shouts out.

Derek looks behind himself to see Mr. Quinton, who is still dressed, get up and make his way over. The man’s hand dips into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a generic brand black permanent marker. Mr. Quinton hands it to Owen and the man is quick to pop the top off the marker and draw a solid black stroke on Derek’s lower back.

“I wonder how many marks you’ll collect tonight bitch. Each time of us breeds this pussy, we going to mark the triumph. After all, we’ve gotta keep tally of how much cum is going to fill your tummy.”

“Nice go bro, you’ve got the bitch going. Must be my turn now” Derek’s hole quivers at the sound of Dustin’s voice.

The man in question saunters over, a swagger in his walk and his fat cock swinging back and forth. The man’s brown eyes scan Derek’s worked over body with glee; clearly the sight of a sweaty alpha werewolf in a submissive position leaking a hunter’s load is satisfying him.

“What happened to the strong bravado? I thought you said you wouldn’t enjoy what we were going to do to you? You’ve only got two loads in you and you’re already a cock starved bitch!” Dustin lets out a deep chuckle.

Dustin gives Owen a high five before getting on his knees behind Derek. The alpha raises his arse a bit higher for Dustin’s inspection. The hunter grips each of his smooth cheeks and pulls them apart to look upon his little pink weeping hole.

“Beautiful sight” Dustin praises before slipping two of his fingers in. Derek gasps deeply and he bites his lip harshly before looking back at the smirking hunter.

“You like that baby? Fuck yeah you do. Such a sweet little hole that already is starting to turn a little red. Imagine how it’s going to look after we’ve all had a go at it.”

“I l-love it sir” Derek mumbles while he enjoys the hunter lazily fingering him.

“I’m gonna fucking wreck this wolf pussy, think you can take my fat hunter cock baby?” Dustin asks.

Dereks nodding his head like someone possessed “I can t-take it sir!”

Dustin smirks before pulling his fingers out. Derek whines at the loss of something in him, but is pleased when he looks back to see Dustin licking Owen’s cum off of his fingers.

“I guess we are going to find out.”

Chapter Text

Dustin is what most people would call an ‘Alpha male’. His chiselled features matched with his thick beard. The man’s brown eyes are so deep that anyone would get trapped in them. His lips are slightly thin but they are mostly hidden through his beard, but Derek can see that they are a light pink.

The man’s body is completely insane. All night Derek has been checking out his physique and he’s everything that Derek’s body is now craving for. Where Owen had been lightly haired and gym bro lean, Dustin was the complete opposite being covered in brown body hair and strong bulky muscles. His biceps seemed to be constantly flexed and veiny, something Derek didn’t even know he liked till now. His shoulders were wide and packed with muscles and his hairy chest was barrelled. The man’s stomach was tight and just as hairy as his chest.

And then there was his cock. Owen was a good size at eight inches, but Dustin was a good ten. Derek has already had the pleasure of that thick cock down his throat, and now the alpha wolf needed it stuffed in his hole! Plus the alpha man has a good set of balls, which were slightly haired and were begging for release.

“Come on baby, come be a good boy for me.” Dustin ordered with a wave of his hand.

Derek struggles to get up off the tractor tire. He’d just been fucked roughly and balance was a thing that he was struggling with but the werewolf managed to get up and off the tire to walk over to the hunter.

“Look at you baby, so fresh into the night and already you’re following orders perfectly Hahaha just wait till later.” Dustin laughs.

Once Derek makes it over to Dustin the man grips his waist and pulls their bodies together. Derek’s eyes roll at the feeling of the man’s much larger and hairier body rubbing up against him. Dustin hums as he runs his nose down Derek’s exposed neck and gently rubs his large hand around his tits.

“Fuck you’re so sexy” Dustin says, sniffing him slightly. Dustin circles his nipple before bending down and taking the tight nub in-between his thin lips.

Dustin sucks and Derek grasps the hair at the back of the man’s head as he moans from the pain and pleasure he’s feeling. His nipples have been so abused tonight and Derek can’t help but to love the overstimulation.

Derek looks over to see Mr. Quinton sitting at one of the wooden tables. His blue eyes are locked onto Derek’s body, at where his tit is getting attention. Derek makes a soft noise and the leader of the hunters looks directly into his eyes. Derek gives the older man a coy smile and slightly pushes his tits out some more, showing off for the head hunter.

Dustin pulls back and grabs Derek’s stubbly chin to get his attention “Such beautiful nipples you have Derek, so pink and hard. Do you know the vision that you were when you walked in here? These little buds were poking out so hard from that sluttly little shirt you were wearing, I just knew right then that you were a prime slut.”

“And then I saw this hanging out” Dustin reached behind him and grips his fat right cheek and Derek gasps “No fucking shame at all huh? Just letting your fat arse hang out for anyone to see, such a whore. Watching you getting bred by my boy Owen was so fucking hot, you just fucking took it like it was nothing. Well this time I want you to work for it.”

Dustin moves from him and slowly sits his bare arse down on the tractor tire where Owen had fucked him within an inch of his life. Dustin’s cock stands thick and proud, still wet from not only his precum but also from Derek’s saliva. Dustin grips his thick meat and starts to softly jerk himself off.

“Take off those ruined jeans bitch, then get on your knees and crawl to me.”

Derek quickly undoes the button to his jeans and pulls the tight and ripped material from his body. A few of the hunters give out catcalls at the sight of his thick legs and the sight of his fat cheeks now being on full display.

“Fucking hell, check it out!”

“There’s no way he’s an alpha werewolf! That is the body of a whore!”

“Hahaha imagine all the pack meetings he must have, he probably just lies down, spreads his legs and lets his pack fuck him!”

“I bet if a rival pack attack this alpha slut would just let them all fuck him!”

Derek gets to his knees and winks at the few hunters that gave him such compliments. While crawling over Derek smiles and moans as several hunters decide to spank his passing arse. With his jeans fully gone, his cheeks bounce that much better, much to the delight to the hunters.

Derek makes his way over to his prize and kneels between Dustin’s spread legs. His cock is front in front of him and all Derek wants is for Dustin to punish him with it.

“Yeah that’s it bitch!” Dustin grins as he slaps his meant down onto his open palm “You want this fat cock don’t you?”

“Y-yes sir!” Derek gasps.

“Mmmm I’m not sure I’m convinced. Why don’t you turn around and show me how badly you want it?”

Derek turns from the man to face the crowd that are watching with baited breath. Derek smiles at all the hunters as he reaches back behind himself to grip his fat mounds, sticking out his chest to his front viewers in the process.

“Please fuck me sir! Please wreck my little alpha hole with your big hunter cock! Do you like my tight hole sir?” Derek jiggles his cheeks in his hands before letting go and landing a loud slap to them, making himself groan.

“Fucking hell you’re wrecked baby” Dustin whiles “Show me that hole bitch!”

Derek grabs his cheeks again and bends slightly to give Dustin the best view in the room. His hole quivers at the cool air and a little dribble of cum drips down from it, Derek giggles at the tingling feeling.

“Little fucking cumslut aren’t you? One hunter’s load isn’t enough is it? Well two technically Hahaha you happily swallowed Jeff’s load as well.”

Derek doesn’t know who Jeff is but he guesses it must have been the hunter he sucked off and swallowed while Owen was rimming him. Names don’t mean anything to Derek anymore, only cocks and loads.

“Please sir! My little slut hole is soooo empty!” Derek begs.

“Finger Yourself.” Dustin demands.

Derek quickly slips two fingers into his hole, and he moans at the feeling. He’s quick to start shallowly fucking them in and out of his reddening hole. The feeling of something penetrating his insides makes the once powerful alpha gasp.

“Ohhhhh fuck” Derek groans “Sooooo good! Need a fat cock though! My fingers aren’t big enough” Derek looks back at Dustin with watery eyes.

Derek fingers his hole harder at the sight of Dustin. The man licks his lips and runs a hand over his bearded chin. He whispers praise under his breath that only Derek’s wolf hearing can pick up. Derek tries to bend his fingers slightly trying to hit his prostate but he whines when he can’t quite reach it, however just the feeling of something fucking his cum filled walls is enough for his cock to dribble onto the floor.

“Such pretty balls you’ve got” Dustin says before reaching out and grabbing his sack. Derek groans at his sensitive balls getting fondled by Dustin’s thick fingers. The man squeezes them softly, causing Derek to tense up slightly, before letting go, in doing so he’s reminding Derek of who is in charge.

Derek fucks his hole harder, becoming completely desperate to be filled again with a hunter’s cock.

“It’s almost amusing how quick you broke.” Dustin snorts “Most alpha’s at least put up some fight, but not you Derek. One touch and you submitted to us completely.”

Dustin grips Derek’s wrist and removes his fingers from his hole with a wet noise and before Derek can whinge Dustin plunges two of his own fingers, and picks up a rhythm to fuck him.

“These very fingers that I’m fucking you with have fired killing bullets into wolves. I’ve lost count of how many of your filth that I’ve gunned down, it’s got to be in the hundreds. Just think, I’ve murdered and tortured over hundred werewolves and here you are begging for me to fuck you.” Dustin gives him a nasty smirk “You’re so fucking sick in the head.”

Derek whines and starts to push his fat arse back harder against the hunter’s fingers. He wants to be ashamed; he wants to be sickened by this. But he can’t help it, he’s tasted hunter cum. And now, he needs more.

“Such a dumb cum slut aren’t you sweetheart? You don’t even give a fuck that any one of us could kill you right now, all you care about is cock. Well come on then baby, come up here and ride this wolf killer’s fat cock.”

Derek’s eyes light up and as Dustin removes his fingers Derek quickly gets up and moves to where the built hunter is sitting legs spread on the tire. Dustin does a turning motion with his hand and Derek turns around to face the group. So many of the men are stroking their fat cocks and Derek almost loses focus on his task at hand.

“Come on baby, sit that slutty hole down!” Dustin quickly prompts him, almost like the man knew Derek would get distracted.

Derek slowly squats down and reaches behind himself to grip Dustin’s fat and long cock. As he goes down Dustin grips his strong waist with firm fingers to help guide the alpha wolf.

“There you go baby, guide it in, get it to where you need it” Dustin whispers.

Derek bites his lip as he taps the head against his hungry hole. He teases the opening several times before allowing the head to penetrate him.

“Ohhh” Derek moans as he slowly slides down the giant meat, Dustin’s strong grip guiding him.

“Fuck yeah, take it nice and slow bitch! I love how tight you whores get even after a good fucking, thank god for wolf healing” Dustin whispers dirtily.

Derek’s eyes go wide at the feeling of his tight walls slitting open on Dustin’s huge cock. Oh my fucking god it’s huge! Perfect for breaking in alpha sluts like him!

“Oh fuck! It’s soooo big sir! You’re splitting my little hole open!” Derek moans and giggles.

“You can take it baby” Dustin promises.

Once Derek is finally seated on Dustin’s thighs he gives out a sigh. Derek’s legs are being spread open by Dustin’s much hairier ones and his softer balls rest against Dustin’s much bigger ones. Both of their bodies are sweaty and Derek can feel Dustin’s wet chest hair against his back. Dustin’s still gripping his waist tightly and Derek places his own hands behind himself on the tire to balance his weight more firmly against Dustin.

“There you go, such a good bitch isn’t he?” Dustin asks the group.

The replies are instant praises of how much of a good cock slut Derek is and the man smiles with one eye open at the men, panting slightly from the fat cock pushing his walls to their limit.

“Ok slut, start moving.” Dustin runs his hands greedily over Derek’s tight abs “Use these muscles of yours to fuck yourself on my cock.”

Derek nods his head and starts to move his hips and huffing at the feeling of the thick meat moving inside of him. He starts by slowly gyrating his hips and taking most of his weight on his arms. The pleasure that Dustin’s fat cock is giving him is making it hard for the poor wolf to try and concentrate on his movements.

Derek plants his feet more firmly on the ground and using his upper body strength, the werewolf lifts his hips, the feeling of Dustin’s cock withdrawing making his eyes roll, before slamming his hip back down on Dustin’s muscled thighs.

“Fuck!” Derek gasps out.

“That’s it baby, ride that hunter cock good!” Dustin praises.

At this position Dustin’s head is right up against his shoulder and Derek wraps his arm around the man’s shoulders so he can get nice and close to his face. Derek starts to bounce slowly in the strong man’s lap and his green eyes can’t look away frown Dustin’s arrogant gaze.

“Fuck yes baby, riding that fucking cock like the little dirty slut you are” Dustin praises him.

Derek’s own cock is hard as a rock and is flopping about from his movements. The red and angry looking head is steadily leaking precum and the veins look like they’re almost pulsing, but Derek makes no move to touch himself. Instead, Derek leans down and captures Dustin’s lips in a kiss. Dustin doesn’t waste any time to push his tongue into Derek’s mouth to dominate him. Derek groans as Dustin’s tongue explores his mouth and forcefully rubs against his own; all the while Derek is bouncing on the man’s cock.

Derek’s eyes, which had closed, open at the feeling of someone pinching his nipples. Opening his eyes, Derek sees that some of the hunters have made their way closer, not wanting to miss out on the domination of an alpha werewolf.

With both of his hands placed behind his and Dustin’s body, there’s no way to stop the men, who Derek recognises as black beard and the other unknown, from touching his pushed out beefy tits.

“Ohhh” Derek moans and bounces a little harder on Dustin’s cock at the stimulation from his chest. As he bounces black beard and the other man smirk at the sight of his tits bouncing as well. The fat tits look delicious, bouncing up and down, the pretty pink hard nipples almost begging for it.

The unknown man reaches down and pinches his nipple again after licking his fingers, the saliva causing the perfect stimulation against the bud. Whereas black beard has got his cock in hand and is slapping the meat on his other tit as it jiggles.

“Oh god yessss!” Derek groans as Dustin’s huge cock slides against his soft walls just so that the head of his cock rubs against his prostate with every passing.

Derek bounces harder, thanking his werewolf stamina, and closes his eyes at the feeling of the abuse and pleasure that the three bulky hunters are giving him.

“What a stupid bitch!” Black beard laughs “That’s a good look on you wolf. Fuck yeah, look at these fat fucking tits! Keep bouncing bitch!”

Derek feels something tapping against his lips and upon opening his hazy eyes he see that black beard is tapping the head of his cock against his lips. Derek opens his mouth but black beard just smears his precum over Derek’s bottom lip, but Derek is quick to stick out his tongue to lick up the salty treat.

“P-please sir! Ahh ohhhhh, please let me suck – ah fuck! Your c-cock” Derek begs his voice high from the huge cock penetrating him.

Black beard smirk down at the bouncing werewolf and slowly lets a wad of spit to leave his lips and let it drop on the sluts chin. Black beard collets the spit before using it to grip Derek’s hard pink nipple.

“Yeah you want this cock slut? Wanna suck off a man that would slice you open without a second thought?”

Derek nods his head, but with the way how his bouncing he might as well just be a bobble head at this point. Black beard takes mercy on the wolf and presents him with his cock right at Derek’s mouth.

“T-thank you sir!” Derek grins before sucking the head into his mouth. It’s difficult, but the werewolf manages to continue bouncing on the cock destroying his arse and massages black beards cock with his tongue. Derek pulls back to spit on the head before licking it off and then swallowing the cock down.

Derek moans at the feeling of both of this holes getting filled up with hunter cock. He’s looking up almost desperately at black beard as the hunter destroys his throat. The cock of the hunter is rubbing against the back of his throat and Derek is trying his absolute best to not gag.

“ugh ugh ugh ugh!” Is the only noise that the once feared alpha of Beacon Hills can give out at the rough treatment of his throat.

“Fucking hell baby” Dustin pants out into his ear “Yeah boy, suck that fucking fat cock down! You like that baby? Like two big cocks in your body? You’re so fucking proud of yourself aren’t you, look at how you’re sticking your tits out, clearly you want everyone to see Hehehe.”

With watery eyes Derek can’t do more than to look out at the hunters stroking themselves to the sight of him. The men are all so thick and muscled, even with his enhance strength he doubts he could put up much of a fight against them. Though, it seems like he wouldn’t even try to fight them. All that these men would have to do is whip out a cock or two and Derek would happily submit, so much for being an alpha.

“Hold on baby, Daddy is going to take over. I’m getting close so just be a good little whore and keep that hole tight around me.” Dustin says.

Dustin lets go of his waist to place his hands behind them next to Derek’s on the tire. The man then widens his spread legs jostling Derek slightly, though not too much that the greedy slut doesn’t stop bobbing his head, and bends his knees. Suddenly, Dustin fucks his hip upwards jolting Derek’s body and forcefully bouncing him on his cock!

“Ahhhh” The cock falls from Derek lips at the insane thrust against his prostate “Oh my god.”

“Yeah like that baby?” Dustin asks whilst giving another harsh thrust.

Derek grabs Black beards cock to stroke him off as he bites his lips and whines. The treatment is making Derek’s sweaty body shake even more with the quaking force.

Derek’s hole hurts so fucking good and the newly made whore can do nothing but simply lean back against Dustin’s wet body and take it. Little ‘uh uh uh’ are escaping his lips as Dustin picks up and pace and the much more alpha man’s huge sack is slapping up against his own.

“Fucking bitch!” Dustin grunts out “Fucking taking it like a pro! Fuck yeah! Squeeze that hole over daddy’s fucking cock!”

“Wooo! Tear that cunt up Dustin!” Someone shouts out.

“Look at that wolf pussy! It’s taking that beating like a champ!”

“Look at the bitch’s face! He’s loving this, aren’t you slut? You’re loving getting dicked down!”

“Uuuuuughhhhh fuck fuck fuck! My h-hole oh! Feels soooo fucking good! W-want all your cocks! Need them!” Derek moans out.

“Fuck yeah, you want more cocks? How about this one!”

A bald man approaches the three of them with his long fat cock swinging. Derek eyes the piece of meat hungrily and sticks out his tongue in anticipation. And bald man smirks before grabbing his cock and slapping it on the alpha’s wiggling tongue.

The cock head slaps precum all in Derek’s mouth and the werewolf remembers to swallow it down when it starts to dribble into the back of his mouth, all the while still stroking Black beard and getting fucked by Dustin.

“I’m going to fuck your little pussy up later on but for now, you can suck my fucking cock!” The bald man demands.

Derek’s hole tries to tighten at the thought but is unable too as its getting the fucking of its life from Dustin, however the man who’s bringing him such pleasure does moan at the attempt.

“Fuck yeah baby! Be a good bitch and suck Kane’s cock!” Dustin pants out.

Derek looks up at the bald man, Kane apparently, and opens his mouth. Derek tries to get his cock in-between his lips but with the force that he’s body is receiving, its more difficult than he thought. Derek whines as he tries again and he looks up to see Kane has his hands behind his head, flashing his dark pits, and watches on with an amused expression.

“Come on bitch! You can do it!” Kane’s gruff voice says.

Frustrated and overstimulated, Derek redoubles his effort and hums when the head catches his bottom lips. Derek is quick to suck the cock down, completely proud of his efforts.

“There you go!” Kane huffs “Fuck yeah, suck that cock baby!”

Derek hums around the cock in his throat at the praise. The slut wolf has now got a cock in his mouth, one in his hand and another pounding his hole. Never had Derek felt so filled before in his life! And from hunters no less. Derek should care that he’s the Hale alpha and he’s letting these filthy buff hunters turn him into nothing but a little begging whore, but how could he complain when they are playing his body so right?

The wet slapping noise from Dustin’s hips fucking him mixed with cheers and vulgar comments from the hunters is like music to Derek’s ears. His hole is hurting so badly from the burn of the huge cock forcefully fucking it but the feeling of his prostate getting rammed each time more than makes up for it. Derek’s own balls look purple from where they are tightened up, begging for release. Derek bobs his head on Kane’s cock almost as hard as his own cock is bobbing out in the open. Not once have any of these men made a move to touch his cock, and Derek is starting to doubt if they will. However, with the amount of stimulation his body is getting, it may not matter.

“Take that fucking cock!” Kane snaps. The big and muscular hunter reaches down with both his hands. Derek doesn’t know what the dominant man is going to do at first, but when he grips the dark and wet hair at the back of Derek’s head and blocks his nose with the other, Derek starts to get a frightening idea.

Kane smirks down at him as he starts to move his hips forward. With his nose blocked off and the fat cock now fucking it’s way down his throat, Derek can’t breathe nor stop the man.

Derek’s jade eyes water even more as he pitifully looks up at Kane as the man starts to fuck his face. His throat is convulsing around the velvety and veiny cock but this just makes Kane let out a deep groan. There’s spit and precum almost choking him as much as the fat meat is as it dribbles down his neck.

“Yeah yeah yeah! Fucking hell bitch!” Kane groans out as he fucks his hips harder “Fucking tight throat! Yeah baby choke on that fucking hunter cock!”

Derek’s gagging so hard on Kane’s cock to the point where his vision starts to go fuzzy. Oh my god! He can’t breathe! He’s going to pass out!

Kane pulls his cock out and Derek takes in a giant gasps of air! Holy fuck! His heart is hammering in his chest and his vision is starting to clear again. He was so close! A hunter nearly knocked him out with his cock and Derek was just going to let him!

“Fucking slut!” Kane growls “You fucking love it rough don’t you bitch!” Kane grips his jaw and forces Derek to stare into his dark eyes.

“You’re a little cock hungry bitch aren’t you?” Kane spits at him.

“Yes sir! I’m j-just a bitch!” Derek whimpers, at both Kane’s rough treatment and Dustin’s cock.

“Fucking hell” Kane says as he stokes his cock which is now shiny from Derek’s saliva and his own precum “Gonna fucking wreck you’re pussy when it’s my turn! I’m going to core out that fucking hole whore!” Kane slaps his cock against Derek’s face a few times before slapping it down on each of his bouncing tits.

“You were fucking born for this! Born to take cock from superior men!”

“Yesssssss!! Ohhhhh fuck fuck!”

“Feel good slut?” Kane asks.

“Feels soooo good! He’s fucking my hole soooo hard! Oh my god!” Derek sticks out his tongue and pants as his body gets fucked.

“Yeah take it you stupid whore!” Dustin grunts, Derek notices that his thrusts are getting harder “Fuck! I’m about to fucking cum!”

“Fuck yeah bro! Cum in that fucking slut!” Black beard says.

“Please!! Oh god! Please cum in m-me!” Derek whines high pitched.

“Fuck!” Dustin grunts his cock is fucking Derek so hard now the wolf does nothing but acts like a rag doll bouncing form the man’s thrusts “Here it fucking comes! Oh fuck baby! Take Daddy’s fucking cum!”

Dustin gives out a shout before slapping his hips up and burying his cock deep inside Derek’s guts! “Fuuuuuuck!” Derek’s eyes go crossed at the feeling of the hunter’s load getting shot deep inside his body! Fuck! It’s so fucking hot and thick! Oh my god!

Dustin is panting heavily form behind him, his sweaty chest slipping against Derek’s equally sweaty back. Derek’s own heart is hammering in his chest and he’s trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck!” Dustin exhales and then lets out a deep laugh “Fucking hell bitch! Work your hole and milk that load out!”

Derek tries his best to massage the cock that’s resting deep inside himself with his hole to encourage all the cum out of Dustin’s cock. His hole is so sore but Derek’s will is stronger and the alpha works his muscles to greedily get all the delicious cum to come out.

“Ohh, good bitch” Dustin laughs “pass me the marker” Dustin then says to someone.

A hunter tosses the permanent marker and Dustin catches it. The man uses his teeth to take the lid off and then he draws a thick stroke right next to where Owen’s is.

Derek grins, happy to have another thick load filling his tight belly and he wishes he could see the damage that the two hunters have done to his once tight hole. But that will come later, when he’s back home.

Derek groans as Dustin’s now flaccid cock flops out of his hole. The emptiness has him stressed! His hole is gapping so hard and he can feel either Dustin’s or Owen’s load start to drip out! Or maybe it’s both of them now mixed together?

“Nonononono!” Derek whines out to the group “Don’t wanna be empty! Need cock!”

“Oh don’t worry slutty wolf” Kane says from his side “you’re gonna get it.”

Chapter Text

Derek is struggling to catch his breath after the heavy breeding from Dustin that he doesn’t anticipate the shove that Dustin gives him, forcing the wolf to fall from the man’s lap and land on the concrete floor of the shed.

Derek grunts from the fall and he scrapes his knees on the fall, though they are quick to heal. On his stomach, Derek goes to get up but he’s forced back down by a heavy boot pushing on the middle of his back. Derek huffs and groans against the concrete before gathering himself and looking backwards at the owner of the offending boot.

Kane is grinning maliciously down at him, his military grade boot planted firmly on his back and his, still wet from Derek’s mouth, cock hangs over him. Derek attempts to struggle, but quickly stops when the heel of Kane’s boot digs in uncomfortably sending pain down Derek’s spine. Derek could fight back of course, but that would break one of Mr. Quinton’s rules. He’s got to follow the rules, right? He’s here to …………. Save someone?

Kane moves his boot from his lower back to Derek’s shoulder blades and digs the heel in hard. Derek groans at the treatment and the crowd of blood thirsty hunters laugh at him.

“Arch that fat fucking arse up boy!” Kane demands leaving no room for any disagreements.

With his top half being forced into the cement it’s easy for Derek his spread his knees and lift his bottom half up. Derek arches the small of his back so his cheeks are up in the air, begging for another pounding.

“See boys? These animals can be reasoned with, though usually it’s harder to break them in especially alphas but I must say it’s rather a relief how quickly this one broke.”

As Kane is speaking Derek is desperately trying to get his gaping hole to close. The muscled ring however isn’t responding to his commands after having taken a rough breeding from two fat cocks. Derek can feel the hot load from Dustin reaching his open hole and he’s trying his best to keep it in, but despite his best efforts the load starts to leak down to his ball sack and onto the floor.

Kane lets out a dark chuckle “I thought you said you’d never let - now what was the word?” Kane taps his clean shaven chin in mockery “Oh! That’s right scum! You’d never let scum like us touch you? Well guess what baby, you’ve got two hot loads of scum cum dripping out of your gaping hole plus you’ve got a nice hot load deep in your belly. You think so high and mighty of yourself, alpha, yet here you are under my boot leaking cum and begging for more!”

The shed is filled with hoots and laughter at Derek’s expense. And Derek himself is powerless to stop it. It’s embarrassing how quickly the heir to the name Hale has been turned from a confident and fearless leader to a cum drunk cock whore.

“Some alpha you turned out to be” Kane huffs before removing his boot. Derek puffs out a breath at the relief. The werewolf, still with his arse sticking up, gazes up to see Kane looking down at him, his cock almost pulsing from how hard the brutish man is. Kane smirks as he shoots a look towards his boot now planted in front of Derek’s lowered body.

“Kiss it.”

Derek whines high in this throat before moving slightly closer to where the man stands tall above him. Derek looks up once again before leaning in close and pressing his lips to the man’s brown leather boot. Derek moves his lips and groans as he sticks out his tongue to run it over the smooth leather, the taste tingling his senses.

“Fuck yeah bitch, worship that boot! Learnt you place real quickly didn’t ya! Who would’ve thought that a respectable alpha like Tahlia Hale’s whelp would turn out to be such a whore!”

Ah fuck, the mention of his Mum brings a deep feeling of shame into Derek’s stomach. He’s the heir to Beacon Hills! Why is he letting these men do these things to him? Derek wants to stand tall and punch this jerk out! He wants to grab him and throw him into one of the tin walls of this damn shed!

Derek looks up, his tongue still on Kane’s boot, and his eyes start to bleed red. The alpha wants to come out! How dare these hunters defile Derek’s body like this! Derek’s chest rumbles with a growl and he feels his fangs descend. Fuck these men! Derek’s an alpha and they are about to found out what happens when you piss of an alpha.

“Ohh not so friendly, clearly you require some more training dog!” Kane chuckles “Try anything and maybe I’ll take your boy for a ride.”

The fog clears slightly and Derek pulls back his growl. Stiles. His Stiles. That’s why he’s here! Derek’s fangs retract and Kane gives him a satisfied smile.

“Act up like that again, and your boy is gonna get it. You might not know where he is but we do. Maybe we will lock you up with mountain ash and make you watch us all give your boy a good go of it. Do you want that? Do you want to see our fat cocks tear up your boy’s tight fucking arse?”

“No” Derek grits out.

“No what?”

Derek looks down in shame “No sir.”

“There you go, much better. Though that little outburst is unacceptable. I thought you were finally broken in, but clearly not.” Kane shakes his head in disappointment, but Derek can see the smirk on his lips.

“Turn around and keep that arse up” Kane commands.

Derek turns around to face away from the man in question; he catches Mr. Quinton’s playful blue eyes watching his every move.

“Spread your knees and push your chest to the floor” Are his next orders. Derek is quick to comply and once again his sensitive nipples scrape against the stone floor of the shed. Derek spreads his legs, his knees scarping same as his hard nipples, and then he waits to see what will happen next.

“Tada!” Kane sarcastic announces “The animal was starting to go back to its feral nature, thankfully alpha wolves especially the male ones have a far stronger nature. They attempt to appear dominating to lead their packs, but really, all they really want is someone to bring out their bitch nature. They’re the sluttiest creatures on the planet; they just need a few cocks and hot loads to remind them of it.”

Derek hears foot falls before he hears Kane get onto his knees behind him. Derek’s body is almost burning from how hard everyone’s gaze is on him, they’re all keen to see what Kane will do next.

A large callused hand grips his smooth left cheek, a surprised sound escapes Derek’s throat, and Kane gently shakes the flesh.

“Look at this thing. You can’t tell me that an alpha werewolf wouldn’t have an arse this fucking fat and not want it to get shown off and fucked! Remember those tight jeans he was wearing, this damn thing was bouncing just from his steps.”

Kane then grips his other cheek and the man starts to shake the mounds, Derek starts to shake his hips and throws his arse back with Kane’s shaking. Kane lets go of his arse and Derek continues to shake his arse. Unknowing to Derek, with every shake, he’s flashing his leaking pink hole to the man, and Kane licks his lips in response.

“Yeah baby! Shake that fucking arse! Fucking bitch!”

Derek looks back to see the predatory gleam in Kane’s dark eyes. Derek really can’t stand him. Out of all the hunters tonight, it seems like Kane has the biggest vendetta against werewolves. His harsh treatment of Derek’s body is the best testament to that. Kane’s whole energy screams testosterone and power mixed with arrogance and hatred. He can’t stand Derek, and he’s not shy of showing it.

Kane raises his hand and slams the open palm down on Derek’s bouncing arse, the slap snaps out and Derek gasps at the harsh burn he feels on his fat mounds. Fucking hell, the man’s so rough! If it wasn’t for the wolf’s healing factor, Derek would think that red print would stay for months.

“Did I say you could stop?” Kane snaps.

Derek swallows before sticking his hips up and continues to shake his arse for the man.

Kane lets out a dark chuckle before slapping his palm down again “This is what you get for acting out” The man grins.

Derek bites his lip at the hard spanks his bubbly arse is receiving. Not wanting to disappoint the man, Derek continues to bounce his arse in invitation as Kane lands several more slaps to the cheeks.

“I can’t wait to pound this fucking arse! Jesus Christ! What a fucking slutty hole you’ve got Hale! I can see my boys have already done a number on it hahaha! That’s it baby keep bouncing it! Get ready for when it’s bouncing on my fat cock!” Kane laughs and lands another smack.

Derek moans at the feeling, the slaps have long since lost their burning sensation and are now giving the broken in whore pleasure. Kane is absolute scum, the worst kind of hunter, one that finds pleasure in torturing and murdering wolves, but his fat cock is going to make Derek squeal and from the looks of his huge balls, he’s going to fill Derek’s hole to the brim! And really that’s all that matters.

“You want this hunter’s cock baby?” Kane asks while stroking his hard member.

“Y-yes please sir” Derek whines out “Want you c-cock soooo bad!”

“I thought you didn’t want scum like me to even touch you? Now you’re begging for me? Gotta say I’m a little confused” Kane says with a dirty wink “Why don’t you come over and convince me.”

Derek turns back around and crawls back to the man. Derek gives the scumbag a sly look before running his hands up the man’s strong biceps. Derek softly tickles the skin before bending down to run his wet tongue over a vein sticking out in his arm. The taste of the hunter’s salty skin explodes on Derek’s tongue and the wolf moans from the taste.

“There you go” Kane hums “Keep going whore.”

Derek smiles wantonly before placing a little kiss to the skin and he slowly makes his way up. He loosely wraps his own arms around Kane’s larger shoulders and his tongue licks its way over Kane’s prominent Adams apple before trailing over his strong jaw line.

“I want you to fuck me so badly sir” Derek whispers hotly into the man’s ear.

“Oh yeah, is that so?” Kane huffs.

Kane reaches out and grips both of Derek’s arse cheeks in his hands, Derek gasps into the man’s ear at the action. Kane massages his fingers into the fat cheeks roughly before letting one go to land a slap to it, the mound bouncing several times after.

“I can’t believe you thought so highly of yourself earlier. Know this darling; you were made for scum like me to touch. Your body is for scum like me to use and to fuck and to breed. This fucking hole of yours is craving my hot hunter load, don’t try to deny it. You’re a whore Derek, so you better get used to people like me fucking your body however we want.”

Derek’s mouth drops as Kane works two fingers into his pink little hole. It’s been at least twenty minutes since he’s been filled and as a werewolf his hole has tightened back up, so the intrusion almost feels like it’s the first that night.

“I love fucking weres” Kane says “They always go so fucking tight even after their pussies have been fucked open. See Derek, this is why you’re the perfect whore. Even after having two fat cocks fucking this hole its tightened back up for the next cock. That’s it baby, moan for me! Feel good to have you little hole stretched around something isn’t it?”

Derek gasps and groans as Kane fucks his fingers in and out in and out. Jesus Christ is feels so good! Fucking hell, Derek’s already panting for it!

“Oh god! F-feels so good sir! You’re fingers a-are fucking my little hole soooo good” Derek grinds his arse back and forth with Kane’s thrusts encouraging the fingers to fuck him deeper.

“Oh but I thought you were too good for hunters to fuck?” Kane says with a smirk, his fingers speeding up.

“OH fuck fuck fuck!” Derek moans “Noooo want you soooo bad! My little pussy needs fat hunter cock! Oh god sir, I’m leaking all over you hehehe sorry AHhhh!”

Derek squeals as Kane’s fingers finally brush over his prostate. The pleasure has him sticking out his tongue and rubbing his tits over Kane’s chest. Kane ducks down to suck a nipple into his mouth. Derek whines as the man rolls his tongue over the hard nub before gently rubbing his teeth over it, making Derek shiver with pleasure.

“Oh god your sucking my tits and fucking my hole! Oh my god! Oh fuck! Keep fucking me sir! Oh fuck!” Derek moans, his eyes falling shut.

Kane removes his fingers only to press three back in. Derek gasps at the fullness and his tight ring of muscles clench down around the digits.

“That’s a good slut” Kane praises after letting his nipple go, a thin line of saliva connecting his tit to the man’s lips “Clench down baby nice and tight, practice for when I’m fucking my huge cock up your hole.”

Derek gives out a delirious giggle, complete lost to the pleasure “Like this sir?”

The alpha wolf clenches down hard on the digits fucking him and Kane gives out an impressed hum “What a good whore you are now baby! Got something in your hole and all of a sudden you’re cooperating.”

“T-thank you sir!” Derek smiles and continues to move his hips with Kane’s fingers.

Derek is letting out a steady litany of Uh’s at the pressure of Kane’s fingers fucking his arse. The werewolf hides his head in Kane’s neck and continues to roll his hips along with the hunter’s rhythm, his fat arse cheeks bouncing and giving his crowd of hunters a show.

“Yes yes yes” Derek hisses into Kane ear “Keep fucking me like that! Oh my god fuck! Want you fat cock to fuck my hole soooo bad!”

“I’m gonna wreck your fucking pussy baby” Kane hisses back “I doubt your healing factor will tighten you back up!”

Derek groans and he tightens his arms around Kane’s sweaty body “Want you to wreck me sir!”

“You’re so fucked in the head baby” Kane hums “You’re letting a wolf killer finger your little hole and now you’re going to let him fuck you with his cock. Gotta say that prudish attitude soon got out of your system huh?” Kane chuckles before sucking Derek’s earlobe into his mouth and then biting it “You’re so pathetic.”

Derek groans at the feeling of Kane’s teeth biting him, so close to his neck. The hunter could take him out right now, and something about that, about the man’s dirty and killer hands touching his body, fucking his hole, is turning Derek’s brain to mush.

“Gonna lay you out on that table wolf, I wanna see you on your back taking it when I fuck you.” Kane whispers and bends his fingers ever so slightly.

Derek’s body jolts at the firm press to his prostate and he see stars. His arms shake and his teeth clench at the white hot pleasure cursing through his body and Kane seems to get it, because he’s not removing his fingers, he rubbing them incisively against the bundle of nerves.

“Like that baby? You sound like a little bitch right now, hardly alpha material.”

Derek’s making a high pitched breathy moan in the back of his throat. His cock is so hard pressed against the man’s tense abs and Derek’s eyes are squeezed shut. Pleasure is shooting through his nerve endings and if Kane doesn’t let up, he might actually cum.

“There you go baby, feel it nice and deep. Fucking hell you’re amazing, keep making those little noises baby. Feels natural doesn’t it? Oh was that a squeak, fuck you’re cute baby, such a cute little baby slut. Bet you wanted this, bet you wanted a bunch of men to put you in your place.”

Derek is uncontrollably shaking in Kane’s hold. He’s throat his tight and his sweating and squealing at the feeling of his prostate getting rubbed. Derek’s face is hidden in Kane’s neck and the strong scent of the man has him on edge. Derek feels like he’s about to break, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“You know what’s going to happen if you cum don’t you? You’ll never be the same. The strong alpha you thought you were will be gone, and left behind will be a little cumslut begging strong men to fuck him with their fat cocks, just so you can feel this pleasure. You’ve put up a good fight but it’s over now. Go on baby, let it all go. Cum slut, cum on daddy’s fingers.”

Derek gives out a drawn out whine as he lets himself go. The pleasure has slowly built its way up and now Derek is falling down in it. He breathes out a high pitched sigh and losses himself in the cascading pleasure. Cum doesn’t burst out of his cock like a normal orgasm; instead, it steadily dribbles out onto both his and Kane’s bodies. Derek’s so lost in the most intense orgasm he’s even felt. It’s too much and yet noting enough, Derek’s whole body is singing as cum steadily drips out of his cock. The wolf is gripping on for dear life as his body hums with a new feeling of pleasure emanating in waves from his prostate. It’s so intense in fact that Derek’s balls ache after the flowing has tampered off.

Derek cries fat tears softly in Kane’s neck, completely overwhelmed. His whole body is shaking and Derek can’t seem to get in a breath. He feels the fingers leave his body and he whines softly at the emptiness he feels. It feels like some new part of himself has been cored out. Kane laughs softly before running his used fingers over Derek’s taut abs, collecting his seed.

Kane roughly grabs the hair at the back of Derek’s head and forces the wolf out of his hiding spot. Derek looks at the malicious smile on Kane’s face with teary green eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s like a hungry shark, and he’s finally found his next meal.

Kane lifts his finger to show Derek the white cum covering them “Tell me you’re a whore.”

“I’m a whore”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Cock, I want cock. I need cock.”

“Are you going to be a good whore and let all of these men fuck your pathetic body?”

“Yes sir, I’ll let them do anything they want. I just want cock so bad.”

“Suck your cum off my fingers. Suck it off the fingers of the hunter that broke you.”

Derek leans forward and takes the fingers into his mouth. The slut moans at the delicious taste of his own cum on his tongue. Derek swirls his tongue around all the while locking his eyes with Kane.

“Such a pathetic little cock slut” Kane musses.

“I’m a cock slut” Derek says around the hunter’s fingers, completely taken over by the man.

“There you go baby, I told you what would happen. The moment you alpha wolves have your first anal orgasm it’s over. There no more fight in you is there? You’re a changed man now Hale, in fact, I doubt you’d even be able to have one off the wrist ever again. Your pleasure comes from your hole now slut, and only your hole.”

Derek blinks at the man and slowly nods his head, pleasure comes from his hole. His hole is for hunters to use.

“Thank god you’re pretty baby, because your brain cells are completely fired Hahaha” Kane smirks “Now swallow your load, my cock is aching to fuck that pussy.”

Derek swallows his load and sticks out his tongue to show his master. Kane gives him a nod and Derek grins, happy that he’s pleased the man.

“Fucking hell Kane, you’ve completely ruined him. I kind of wanted him to fight back when I fuck him.”

Derek looks over at Black beard and smiles dumbly at the man. Is he going to fuck Derek now as well? Derek hopes so!

“He’ll do anything we tell him to Collin, so don’t worry, I’ll make sure he squirms for you. But for now, you wanna help me get this big boy over onto that table?”

Suddenly there are two sets of hands on Derek’s body. The wolf moans at getting manhandled to his feet and he giggles slightly at the feeling of the men moving him. Derek ducks down to scent Black beard- Collin he guesses- and he groans at the man’s stink of cigarettes and sweat.

The men turn Derek around and he feels the solid wood table at the back of his knees before both men push him down on it. Derek lets out an ‘ooffft’ as he lands on his back. They’ve got him situated so that his back is resting on the table while his arse cheeks are at the very edge with his legs spread wide, the table is too high for his feet to touch the ground so they are dangling in the air.

Derek grins as he sees all the men start to form a circle around him, each of them are stroking their cocks at the sight of him. Derek licks his lips and rests his hands behind his head showing off his pits. The show off starts to flex his muscles for the men and winks at them at them, keen for them to use their cocks on him.

Derek feels strong fingers grip his legs and he looks down to see Kane looking back at him. The man’s harsh grip makes the bunched skin around his fingers go white. Derek’s hole quivers at the sight of the man’s cock hanging so close to it.

“Stop showing off whore and grab your legs, you might be laid out on your back like a good slut but don’t expect to not have to do some work.”

Derek grins at being called a slut and he reaches his hands out to grip his thighs. Using his strength, the wolf pulls them up and spreads them for Kane, his hole now winking at the man. Completely submissive and desperate to be filled.

“Like this sir?” Derek asks with a cheeky smile.

“Just like that baby” Kane mumbles “You’re being so fucking good, showing off your slutty hole for me. You need my cock so bad don’t you?”

Derek nods his head “Soooooo bad sir!” He whines.

Kane grips his fat meat and he slaps the head against Derek’s wet hole, the obscene noise of the action loud in his ears. The wolf sticks out his tongue and pants at the feeling of it. Kane taps the hole a few times before rubbing the soaked head around the entrance, leaving his slimy precum everywhere.

Completely entranced with what’s happening at the other end of the table, Derek doesn’t react to the tapping against his tongue, the salty taste registering it as a cock in his dumb mind. Derek doesn’t even look up at the man; he just automatically starts to slobber over the cock and slowly suckles the soft head into his mouth. There’s a groan from above him as Derek runs his tongue over the underside of the tip.

“Such a good boy” Kane praises him “All these men are so excited to get a taste of you.”

Derek wants to smile, but it’s a bit difficult with a cock in his mouth. Kane rubs his tip over Derek’s hole a few more time before adding the slightest pressure, allowing the head to push against his entrance.

Derek’s green eyes bug and he looks up at Kane as the man teases his hole with his cock head. He begs with his eyes and swallows the cock down his throat some more while whining.

“Want this cock boy? You’re gonna get it, be a good slut and take my cock” Kane finally presses in and the head of his fat cock pops past his ring of muscles. Derek’s throat gives out a helpless moan, vibrating the cock lodged in it, as Kane takes his hole. The man is smirking down at him, drunk on his own pride of breaking another alpha werewolf.

“Yeah that’s it, fuck, taking it so good bitch” Kane groans out. The hunter grips his waist and pushes in a few more inches.

Derek is openly moaning around the cock he’s sucking. Holy fuck! Kane is sooo big! So good! His tight hole is trying to put up a defence against the thick wood entering it, but Kane is so much stronger.

“Uck eeeeee” Derek tries to say.

“What a little bitch” Kane laughs “It’s nearly all the way in Hale, and then once it is I’m going to fuck the alpha right out of you!”

The man above him starts to fuck his cock in and out of Derek’s throat forcing Derek to deep throat him, which Derek gladly does. Derek’s moving his head in time with the man’s paces, slobber and precum leaking past his lips down his chin hehehe he’s such a messy slut!

What a vision he must be now. The leader and protector of Beacon Hills now on his back with two cocks taking his holes, and Derek is loving it! The man he’s giving head to pulls his cock from Derek’s throat to aggressively tap the head against Derek’s cheek which gives Derek a chance to moan out loud.

“Oh fuck! S-sir! Oh my god!” Derek pants out “Your fucking b-breaking my hole open! Oh fuck! Please don’t stop!”

“Yeah you like that baby? You’re taking it so fucking well!” Kane grunts.

Derek grins at the compliment as he tries chasing the cock slapping against his stubbly cheek with his lips. He can’t help but to feel insatiable at the cruel laughter that the man above him gives out at this action. The cock head starts to smack at his lips but before Derek can suck the cock in, the man moves it away.

“P-please” Derek ends up begging while fluttering his pretty wet eyes.

The hunter gives out another round of laughter at the open wanton invitation “You’ve already got a cock spearing open your hole slut yet you need another in you don’t you?”

Derek nods his head and yelps at his hole stretching out to accommodate a few more inches of Kane’s length. The hunter draws back and then shoots a wad of spit that lands on Derek’s chest. He can’t do anything other than watch and feel as the hunter rubs the spit around his tit, making the soft flesh move with the motions. His strong hand massages the spit into Derek’s skin deeply before he rubs over Derek’s nipple. The wolf’s mouth drops and he keens softly at the sharp feeling of having his tits played with again.

“I’m so glad you’re not a feral” The hunter hums, his fingers alternating between rubbing the hard bud and pinching it “It would be a shame to cut open a perfect body like this.”

“Right you are there” Kane chimes in. Derek gasps as not only does the nameless hunter pinch his tit hard, but he feels Kane’s ball sack finally rest against his arse. His hole is burning from where he’s stretched around the man’s ten inch cock and he feels it so deep that it’s almost like it’s at the back of his throat.

“Ooohhhh” Derek moans out.

“Though I do love to slaughter your kind, I much prefer this. It’s thrilling to gun down a wolf, or even to cut the thing open. But there’s nothing like spitting one open on my cock!” Kane huffs “That feel good bitch? Can feel me deep in your slutty hole?”

Derek nods his head “OH fuck sir your soooo deep! Ah! Oh my god!” Derek’s eyes are looking around at everyone watching him and he can see how they’re all still stroking their cocks.

“P-please give me cocks!” He begs the murderers.

And without having to be told twice, the men descend upon Derek’s vulnerable body.

Derek’s face scrunches up as Kane pulls his hips back the slams his cock back in. His body bounces from the force of the thrust and Derek sharply moans at the feeling of the cock rubbing his inner most walls.

Kane slaps away his hands and let’s go of his tampered waist to that he can grip Derek’s thick thighs “You’ve got cocks to service slut” Kane says and the man pulls back to give him another punishing thrust.

Derek’s tongue rolls out as he takes in the sight of the hunters watching him getting fucked. His whole body is jolting from Kane’s harsh thrusts but the wolf still reaches out to grasps the two closest cocks he can reach. Derek admires the size of the two hunter’s cocks before starting to stroke the meat, the precum making the glide easy and pleasurable.

Kane grips his thighs hard as he fucks Derek like an animal from in between his legs. Derek’s puffing out as the air gets fucked from his body. The table that he’s lying on is starting to squeak from the impact of Kane’s hips and Derek is doing all he can to concentrate on the cocks he has in his hands.

His body has been fucked by 2 different hunters at this point. However, Kane feels different. Owen and Dustin had taken his hole and fucked it with all their strength, but Kane, oh fuck, Kane is punishing Derek. He can tell that Kane has a personal vendetta against wolves because the way he’s treated Derek thus far is nothing else but cruel. There’s this look in Kane’s eyes as he’s fucking his huge cock in and out of Derek’s body, it’s a look of sheer hatred, and the man is clearly getting off on turning Derek into a mindless little cock slut.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Derek moans are Kane completely and thoroughly abuses his prostate. Derek runs his thumbs over the head of the cocks his jerking as his whole body takes the impact of Kane’s thrusts. His tits are bouncing almost wildly at this point, the nipples red raw and freely bouncing all over the place. Derek’s legs shake and his toes curl at the more dominant man sneering down at him.

“Fucking pathetic!” Kane huffs out as his thick cock rearranges Derek’s guts “This is where your kind belongs! Whining around a nice cock! Fuck yeah! Oh fuck bitch you’re got the best fucking hole I’ve had for a while!”

Derek moans and his eyes pop open as another cock takes advantage of his open mouth. Derek slurps around the appendage as it finds its home deep in Derek’s throat. He closes his eyes and sucks the cock down, humming at the beautiful taste of salty skin.

“Yeah that’s it Terry fucking choke that bitch!” He hears Kane say.

Derek groans around the cock that’s treating his throat like a punching bag. He moves one of the cocks he’s stroking to rub the sensitive head first around the wet skin of his tit and then against his hard nipple. Derek takes the cock down deeper into his throat and gags himself on it, saliva mixed with precum running down the back of his neck.

The bitch opens his eyes to see what has become of him. He’s drenched in sweat and his skin is completely red. So many men are all around him, all their eyes gleaming down at the prize they have caught. He’s using his super strength to bring these killers pleasure instead of taking them out. He’s willingly choking himself on a hunter’s cock while another fucks his hole so hard that he’s sure his hole will never recover.

Fuck, he’s soooooo happy!

Someone slaps his other tit and Derek moans at the feeling. He then brings the other cock he’s stroking to rub it against his chest like he’s doing to the other one. With both cock’s rubbing against his nipples the whore wolf whines deeply. Derek bobs his head to deep throat the man who fucking his throat though with the force of how hard Kane is fucking him he doesn’t have to bob his head too hard.

“Fuck yes!” Kane slurs from his bottom end “What a dirty fucking slut we’ve turned you into! Hahaha are you still an alpha, boy? Or were you ever an alpha? I don’t think an actual alpha would give up his pride this easily Hahaha!”

Derek’s eyes roll and he whines. No, he thinks, no he was never an alpha. Derek was never meant to be alpha of the Hales, it was thrust upon him. Now though, now for once he feels happy and content. He’s got two warm loads in his belly and two thick loads in his hole and for once Derek feels complete. And just think, he’s got more cum to get yet.

“This fucking bitch body was always meant to be fuck!” Kane grunts “Look at your fucking tits bouncing like a good whore! And these legs, you spread them before I could even finish asking you to! Jesus Christ you’re so fucking tight as well! Hehehe are you tightening up your hole for me? Hahaha what a considerate animal you are!”

Kane huffs a few times “And look at how you’re teasing you tits with these fine men’s cocks! Do you like that you monster? And you’re soooo skilled that you’re also deep throating this other hunter’s cock! What a clever animal you are! That’s it baby, keep it up!”

Kane tilts his head back as he slams his hips a few times “Fuck yeah! Holy fuck! I fucking love fucking dirty alphas!”

Derek’s eyes go crossed at the feeling of his body getting completely owned by the rough man. He’s so fucked up that it isn’t until he feels warm syrup thick liquid flowing down his throat that the man that he’s deep throating has cum. Derek moans once he’s caught on and looks up at the faceless man whose features are squinted up in pleasure as he orgasms.

Derek relaxes his throat and allows the man’s hot load to flow down his esophagus and into his belly. The man huffs a few times before pulling his cock free from Derek’s throat only to slap the thick wet meat against Derek’s red sweaty face.

“Thanks for the fuck slut, hope you were good and swallowed my load! Hahaha not that you had a choice!”

Derek opens his mouth anyway to show off his skill at having swallowed all of the hunter’s cum. The man hums in satisfaction before slapping Derek’s face a few more times.

“Ohhhh fuck!” One of the men whose cock Derek is rubbing against his chest exclaims “I’m gonna cum! Fuck keep going whore!”

Derek rubs the head of the man’s cock harder against his nipple and he’s reward with a thick jet of cum painting his tits! It splatters all over his chest hair and nipples and some even bounces and gets onto his chin. Derek is quick to stick out his tongue and lick it into his mouth and is grateful for a little treat.

“Fuck!” The hunter huffs out. Derek lets go of his cock and the hunter reaches out to rub his cum into Derek’s lightly haired chest. He focuses on Derek’s nipple, letting the thick creamy load rub all over the now red bud. And he gives the man a gleeful smile, he’s happy with his gift!

“Dirty fucking animal!” Kane grits out, the vein in his thick neck popping out “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum! Tighten your fucking cunt around me! That’s it whore! Fuck yeah ahhhhhh!!!!”

Kane slams his hips hard and he growls out! Derek cheers as he feels the man’s hot thick load eject into his arse. The wolf hums as Kane seeds him and Derek can’t help but to grin dumbly.

Kane drops his head for a few seconds as he gets his breath back. The hunter legs so of Derek’s legs and grabs his cock to slowly pull it from Derek hole. Derek whines at the feeling of the huge cock slipping from his well-used arse and after a debauched sloppy noise, the cock springs free.

Using all his will power, Derek tries his best to tighten up his arsehole to stop Kane’s precious load from leaking out but Derek can already feel a dripple run out of his hole.

Kane wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand before huffing out a laugh “Fucking hell, what a talented bitch!” He grins “What a good boy are you, now turn over whore.”

Derek lets go of the last cock he was still stroking so he can use all his willpower to turn his used body over. The table groans at the shift but it holds as the muscle slut finds a comfortable position. He ends up with his chest pressed against the table but his legs bent and slightly raised so that his fat arse is sticking up, showing off for the hunters.

Kane walks away for a few seconds and comes back with the permanent marker. Derek hums happily as Kane adds a stroke to the other two, indicating the three loads that have been fucked into Derek’s slowly tightening hole.

Kane passes the marker on and walks to where Derek’s head is. The wolf gasps as Kane grips his hair and pulls his head up so that his ear is near Kane’s lips.

“There you go you dirty fucking whore. Welcome to your new life” The hunter spits in his ear “You can say goodbye to being an alpha now. All you’re ever going to be known for after this is what a great fuck you are.”

And with that Kane drops his head and walks off. Derek lies there, cum is steadily leaking from his hole and he can’t help but to agree with Kane. He’s no alpha, not anymore.

Now, he’s nothing more than a whore.

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Derek whines as a cock is once again pulled from his body. He wants to glare at the cruel hunters that are teasing him, like come on, just fuck him and take it in turns already! The feeling of his once tight and pink pucker being empty brings him a discomfort that he can no longer stand. The wolf is bent over at the waist on the wooden table. At his top end he’s been enjoying two hunters letting him suck off their juicy cocks, the salty taste of skin and precum slowly becoming Derek’s favourite new flavour, and at his bottom end the hunters have formed a line, each hunter fucking him for a few minutes before being replaced by another.

At first it had been fantastic. Random men had thrown Derek back onto the table and had started to fuck his slutty dripping hole. But then the men started to take turns, and those few moments of being empty were starting to irritate him! His little pussy is begging for another rough fucking, not this! He loooooves that they are running a train on his arse, but they could fuck him for more than a few short minutes surely!

Derek bobs his head while stroking the other cock in front of him as another hunter steps up to the plate. He lands several slaps to Derek’s fat cheeks that are sticking up ready to be abused from Derek’s shaking thighs, before spitting down onto the wolf’s hole. Derek closes his eyes and hums around the cock that he’s sucking on in his mouth as the unknown hunter rubs his cock head over the glob of spit on his hole before pressing ever so slightly, the tip popping straight in.

Fuuuuuck, its soooo easy for a cock to just press into his hole now! Maybe that is why they are sharing him around? This way his healing factor can’t keep up with the demand of tightening his muscled ring back up.

Derek bobs his head a few times before pushing the cock deep down his throat. It’s become easy to deep throat now that his throat has been properly fucked in; it’s so much easier now that his gag reflex has been officially fucked out of him. Sure, he’s sucked off men in the past, but no one so far had been able to hold a candle to these rough werewolf hunters.

Derek looks up with pride shiny in his green eyes at the moaning hunter that he’s sucking off. His head is thrown back in ecstasy and he’s swearing at the feeling of Derek’s tight channel gurgling around his cock.

Derek’s eyes bug slightly as the hunter behind him finally forces his pussy to take his fat cock. Derek’s entrance welcomes to intrusion eagerly and the hunter slaps his fat arse again once he’s root deep. The hunter grips his hips and starts to go to town on his arse.

Derek fat cheeks slap as the man’s hips ram against the mounds. Derek moans and throws his arse back, encouraging the man to fuck him harder.

“Oh fuck yeah! Oh man what a fucking fantastic arse!” the stranger exclaims. The hunter’s cock fucks Derek’s gullet without abandon and the wolf himself feels his sweaty body tingle at the feeling. His whole body jolts from the studs thrusts which in turn is helping the slut to deep throat the hunter at his front.

Derek pops off the cock his sucking to let out a litany of moans before taking hunter number 2’s cock into his mouth. Derek closes his eyes and let’s himself take in the feeling of the fat cock slamming against his arse. His hole has been worked out so much tonight that Derek isn’t sure how he’s going to cope after the night ends. He’s going to have to find somewhere to get this kind of treatment again, he’s tasted what it feels like to just let strong men use his body, and it’s a feeling he’s going to want again. Maybe Chris might be able to help him out?

Derek groans as the hunter behind him starts to give out a few hard thrust. The nameless hunter slaps his arse a few times, clearly enjoying his red handprint disappearing, before really giving it to him. Derek’s groans go high as his hole is ravaged so very deliciously. The sound of skin slapping against skin is heightened with Derek’s superior hearing and he can’t help but to slam his hips back harder against the hunter aggressive thrusts.

“Take it!” The hunter grunts “Ya stupid fucking bitch! Take that fat hunter cock!”

Derek’s mouth drops and the cock he was sucking drops from his lips. He whines out high pitches at the vicious treatment his little hole is enduring. Fucking hell! These hunters are fucking him soooo good! The strength they have to push Derek to his limit is admirable, considering they’re human.

“OOhhhhhh yeahyeahyeah fuck me! Fuck that alpha pussy!” Derek whines.

The sound of his voice is met with cruel and malicious laughter but Derek doesn’t care, his pride and shame are long gone. He’s now as he should have always been, a nice wet hole for superior beings. Derek’s gripping the table so hard that he’s surprise that the damn thing hasn’t broke yet. His claws are carefully sheathed, not wanting to accidently hurt one of his new conquests.

Derek’s hole is almost vibrating with the pounding that it’s taking. The wolf rolls his eyes as the sensitive bundle of nerves is repeatedly brushed by the cock penetrating him deeply. Derek’s own cock is hard as it has been for most of the night, and the near purple tip is leaking precum everywhere.

“Fuck!” The hunter snaps as he suddenly withdraws his cock from Derek’s abused hole. The sphincter gapes openly at the sudden loss of cock and Derek groans sadly at the loss.

“Ahhh nononnonono” Derek whines out while looking behind him with wild eyes.

Thankfully another hunter steps up to take the others place. This hunter has a heavy yet muscular build with thick shoulders and a large chest. Much like Kane he doesn’t have much body hair but to make up for it he’s got a thick patch of dark pubes and an even thicker cock.

Derek looks up at the man’s bold featured face with begging eyes and he tries to tighten up his hole, though all he’s accomplishing his making the ring of muscles to wink at the new hunter.

“Please fuck me!” Derek begs “Oh god please! I need your cock!”

The stranger gives out a belly laugh before grabbing his thick cock “What a desperate little whore we’ve created tonight!” The man’s gruff and deep voice says.

The hunter slaps his cock down a few times on each of Derek’s fat arse cheeks, making the smooth wet skin bounce with the force, almost like two fat water balloons. Derek shakes his arse back, making the fat mounds pop up and down enticing the man.

The hunter laughs again before gripping both of Derek’s wobbling cheeks in his hands. The hunter then squeezes the cheeks and massages the flesh in his palms, the copious amount of mixed fluids getting pushed deep into the skin. Derek huffs as he enjoys the feeling of the man’s tough hands.

“Such a fat arse” the hunter hums “Fucking hell, look at these beauties. You truly were made to be fucked huh?” The man says.

“Want your cock soooo bad!” Derek almost mindlessly begs.

“Fuck yeah, get up here!”

The hunter lets go of Derek’s arse to then grab the wolf by his shoulders. He jerks Derek back so that Derek’s back now rests against the man’s front. Derek is at first scrambled by being moved so quickly but he regains his balance on his shaky legs.

“Mmmm” The hunter hums as he sniffs around Derek’s neck. The wolf happily bares his throat to the dangerous hunter and gasps as the man kisses his neck. Derek’s eyes close as the man runs his teeth over such a vulnerable area of flesh. The hunter nips at the skin softly before taking some of the skin into his mouth to properly bite at. Derek’s cock jerks as his moans out at the feeling of this strange man biting at his neck, such a primitive place in werewolf culture where only an intended lover of mate would be marked.

The man’s lips leave his neck and Derek is sure had this man been a wolf there would be the makings of a mating mark left behind, not quite deep enough to seal a pact, yet still enough force to stake a claim. The man chuckles darkly and Derek can feel the hunters chest vibrating with it.

“Fucking savages aren’t you?” the man whispers in his ear. The man’s voice makes the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. Clearly he knows what he’s done.

“Must be real simple I guess, just find the strongest wolf and bite their neck, lay a claim to them. As the alpha you get the first pick of mates. But here, darling, you’re nothing but a beast, a nice willing hole for hunter cock. I guess in your culture that makes us the alphas and you the pack bitch.”

The man reaches around Derek’s body and he slowly runs his hands up his taunt abs. The hunter hums as he feels his body up, greedy hands touching wherever he wants. They run over the ridges of his abs before flanking his sides, getting a feel of his Adonis belt, all the while Derek whines and huffs. These men own Derek’s body now, and Derek wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Such a good little bitch, such a pretty plaything for us” The man hums happily in his ear, his breath running over the wet patch of skin where he bit his neck.

The man’s hands run up further until they make their way to his chest. The hunter cups his tits and massages the flesh in his palms; the rough calluses on the man’s hands bring Derek pleasure as they rub against his hard pink nipples. Derek huffs and groans at the feeling and he lets his head roll back to rest on the man’s strong shoulder, completely enthralled and submitted to the nameless hunter.

“Such fat milkers you’ve got here” The hunter hums as he plays with his chest. The hunter jiggles his tits, fascinated with them bouncing, before pinching the sensitive buds. Derek gasps and his cock leaks a fat glob of precum at the sensation.

“Pleeeeeaaase” Derek mumbles out, his body almost twitching with need.

The hunter again chuckles at the wanton display of the alpha wolf in his hands. Derek’s hole is twitching like crazy, desperate for another fat cock to spear it!

“You gonna be a good whore for me?” The man whispers.

“Soooo good! I’ll be sooo good!” Derek promises, his voice high pitched with need.

“Gonna squeeze that sluttly hole nice and tight around my cock?”

“Yesyesyes, I’ll be good! I’ll be a good little whore!”

“You better be. You’ve been fucked so many times tonight, I hope it’s still tight. I don’t like a sloppy cunt on my cock. I know you’ve got a healing factor, but I think it might be struggling to hold up.”

“Nonono” Derek quickly says “It’s working sir! My hole is nice and tight for you! Please try it! Please put your cock in me!”

“MMmmm” The man hums again. He continues to play with one of Derek’s nipples as the other hand reaches down to grasp his cock. The hunter strokes himself a few times before slapping his cock against Derek’s thigh “Spread them princess.”

Derek moves his feet so that his legs are spread a bit more and he goes to lean forward but the hunter reprimands him by pinching his nipple making Derek gasp.

“Uh uh uh” The hunter warns “I want you just like this.”

Derek nods his head and stays firm against the hunter’s body. The hunter playfully smacks his cock against Derek’s cheeks again before moving his hips so it slides into his crack. Derek hums as the hunter thrusts his hips letting his cock slide over Derek’s hole in the deep crevice of his cheeks. After having his fun, the man pulls back to rub the tip of his cock over Derek’s hole, and giving a bit of pressure, the head slips in.

Derek’s eyes close and his jaw drops at being filled again. His body doesn’t put up any resistance to the intrusion as it sucks the hunters cock deep inside. At this angle, the cock slides up into Derek’s body and it rests right up against the wolf’s prostate, making Derek whine high in his throat.

“Fuck yeah” The hunter gravely moans “Good bitch, keep at hole tight around me!”

Derek moans as he nods his head, trying his best to squeezes his abused pussy around the man’s thick cock, and is rewarded with a shallow thrust.

“Yeah that’s it, so nice and warm” The man says into his ear “Taking it so well bitch, just like you should. Gonna fuck you nice and hard, gonna make you feel it.”

“Please sir!” Derek moans softly.

The hunter grips Derek at his waist for leverage as he pulls his hips back before fucking them up.

“Ah!” Derek gasps as the cock pushes up his body. At the slutty sound, the hunter starts to move his hips deeply. The feeling of the man’s thick cock fucking his hole at his angle has Derek going mad, gasping and moaning out like a proper bitch in heat!

“OOohhhh fuck fuck!” Derek groans “You’re fucking my pussy sooo goooood! Ah! Ah!”

“Your being such a good boy keeping your pussy nice and tight!” The man grunts out as he fucks his hips harder “Jesus fuck yeah! Moan on my cock bitch!”

Derek doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he reaches up to grab at his own tits. The fucked wolf plays with his nipples like before as his hole gets wrecked by his conquest.

“Fuck fuck!” The hunter grunts, his thrusts making his strong hips fuck against Derek’s fat cheeks “Dirty fuck slut! How’s it feel to get used huh? How’s it feel it get fuck by hunters?”

“I love it!!” Derek whines “I love hunter cock fucking my tight pussy!”

“Yeah you do!” The hunter gasps “You’re squeezing my cock sooo fucking tight baby! Such a good wolfy bitch!”

“Do you like my lit-tle p-pussy around your f-fat cock?”

The hunter gasp out a laugh “Feels so fucking good around my cock! After so many cocks I thought you’d be getting a bit loose, what a generous bitch you are! Keeping it nice and tight for me!”

“Oooohhh uuggggh! You’re so fucking deep!” Derek almost howls.

The power of the hunter’s thrusts are pushing and pulling Derek’s body and the wolf starts to loose balance so he’s quick to drop his tits and reach behind to grab the hunter’s mousy brown hair at the back of his head. Derek grips the strands in both hands and the hunter grunts gruffly into his ear.

“Fucking whore” The hunter snaps before landing a slap to his bouncing arse. The hunters surrounding them fist pump and cheer the raging bull on as he tries his best to rearrange Derek’s guts. The wolf is panting and has become a fucked up mess, completely at their mercy. While gripping the man’s hair Derek makes sure to flex his arms, being such a good show off for these strong hunters.

“You like that boy?” One of the hunters asks from the group.

“Yesyesyes! Oh fuck I love hunter cock in my little pussy! He’s fucking me so hard!” Derek pants out “Do you like watching me get fucked sir?”

“Very much so” The nameless hunter replies “Look at them tits bounce, fucking sinful.”

“Uh uh uh! Fuck!” Derek gasps “Oh god you’re being soooo rough with me! Hehehe”

“That’s how you lot are meant to be treated!” The hunter making him feel so much pleasure shouts “You alphas are all fucking talk, pretending to be some kind of person in power! The only power you’ve got is being a power bottom! Fuck yeah bitch keep squeezing your cunt around my fat cock!”

Both men grunt and groan from the power of the hunters hips. Sweat is dripping down their bodies and their hair is matted flat. Derek is thanking his werewolf stamina that he’s able to keep up with all the hunters that have fucked him, but he’s getting worried about how much more he can take.

As it is, Derek’s cock is a leaking mess. His prostate is getting completely hammered by the hunter’s fat cock and his entire body is sparking with such intense pleasure. Never has the wolf felt like this, so fucking used and so completely fulfilled. Derek’s balls are draw up to his body and the wolf knows that he’s close, he’s sooooo fucking close!

“Oh fuck keep f-fucking my worthless body! I’m sooo fucking close!” Derek pants.

“Little bitch, are you gonna cum on my cock? Yeah you are, that’s the only way bitches get to cum, with a nice fat cock fucking their bitch holes!” The hunter slams his hips and holds his cock deep in Derek’s body for a few seconds before withdrawing and slamming in again.

“AH!” Derek moans “Pleaseplease!”

“Touch your girlish tits baby, make yourself cum!”

Derek lets go of the man’s hair to grab into his pink nipples. The wolf howls like a whore as the man starts to jack hammer into his hole. The whorewolf’s eyes bleed red as his body gets pounded by the hunter. Derek plays with his tits and pinches his nipples and its sooo good that he thinks he’s gonna cum, he just needs a little more.

“There you go baby, you’re so close aren’t you? I can feel your hole tightening up on my cock, feels fucking fantastic. Ughhh fuck yeah! I’m getting close too, I gonna fucking flood your guts with my cum. I bet you don’t even know my name and yet your gonna carry my fat load”

The hunter snaps his hips and his hands rub over Derek’s tight abs and tickles his happy trail “You can say good bye to these boy, because after tonight you’re gonna be bloated with cum!”

“OOOhhhh!” Derek’s eyes widened and the wolf cries out as he cums.

Derek’s mind goes beautifully blank as he rides the high strung pleasure of another anal orgasm. His body goes tight and his balls draw right up as cum spurts from his bouncing cock. The can vaguely hear cheers as he experiences the pleasure. Derek’s toes are curled and his fingers grip onto his nipples, completely frozen from his pleasure, the most dumbest look is plastered on his face.

“Check the whore out! You’ve broken him Xavier!”

“The bitch has just learnt that the only way he’s gonna be able to cum from now on is a cock fucking him!”

Derek is feeling so overwhelmed that he starts to cry slightly. His eyes have gone back to jade green and there’s fat tears falling from them. The hunter, Xavier he guesses, is still fucking his over stimulated body. His tears fall as he hiccups and sniffles.

“That’s it cry bitch!” Someone shouts out.

“Fuck fuck! Is he crying form my cock fucking the cum outta him? Fuck that’s sooo fucking hot!” Xavier grunts as he thrusts hard into Derek’s used hole “Fuck yeah cry you fucking whore! You’re getting fucking sloppy back here!” Xavier reaches up to pinch on of his nipples “Tighten up bitch!”

Derek moans and cries as he tries his best to tighten his arse around Xavier’s throbbing cock. He thinks he succeeds when the hunter moans great fully into his ear.

“Fuck yesyesyes! Dumb fucking bitch! Gonna fucking cum baby! Gonna fucking seed this hole!”

Xavier grips his hips to rabbit into his hole. Derek grunts and groans as Xavier fucks his hips rapidly. The cock destroying his hole twitches and suddenly Xavier lets out a growl and Derek feels the hunters cum flood him.

It starts with two hot spurts and then goes on for several more! Xavier groans and grunts as he fucks his hips a few more times deeply before pushing into Derek’s hole and holding there, forcing the whore to take all his cum! Derek’s mouth has dropped and his tongue is out panting as he takes the hunter’s hot seed. He can feel the cock paint his insides with jizz! Fuck, there’s soooo much!

“T-thank you! Thank you sir!” Derek grins, completely happy that he’s pleased yet another hunter, though tears still fall from his green eyes.

“Fucking hell!” Xavier grunts out “Took it all didn’t you greedy boy!”

Derek giggles deliriously “Yesyesyes! I’m good whore! Fuck sir you load feels soooo good in me!”

“Fucking hell you’re so fucked up huh? Such an easy little slut.”

Derek whines as Xavier pulls his dick form his hole. The instant the cock is free from the vice that is Derek’s arse; the wolf feels his hot load leaking out. He tries to clench his hole closed, but his sphincter is too far gaped from the rough pounding it just took.

Someone throws the black marker at Xavier and the man pops off the cap to add his stroke to the others. Fuck, Derek hopes his back is wide enough for everyone to put their own strokes on it!

The whorewolf reaches behind himself to plug three of his fingers into his hole, preventing anymore hot cum to leak out.

“I need a cock!” he whines out loud “Please someone fuck me!! The cum is leaking out! My hole wont tighten back up!”

“Hahaha! I did a fucking number on that pussy!” Xavier cheers while flexing his large biceps, proud that he’s the one that finally ruined the wolf’s pink pussy.

Derek panics as he feels the mixed hunter cum leak past his fingers. He doesn’t think as he seeks out the closest man he can. It’s the ebony skinned hunter that choked Derek on his cock earlier that Derek reaches. Derek’s hole is gaping wide therefore he needs a huge fat cock to plug him up, and this man fits the bill.

Derek coyly blinks his eyes at the strong man and he bites his lip “Please sir will you fuck my hole? There soooo much cum leaking out! I need a fat cock to fuck it back in!”

The man chuckles lowly as he strokes his big black fat which momentary blanks out his mind. Sure he’s had that thing down his throat but he’d gotten how big the man was! Fuck, it’s soooo thick! Oh my god!

Derek reaches out as he can place his hand on the man’s cock. He’s one again amazed at feeling the heavy meet in his hands, how does this man even wear trousers! It’s sooo fucking big! If the wolf’s hole wasn’t already broken in, this would be the cock that would do it! The whore fucks his hole a little harder at just holding then damn thing, the sound of cum sloshing around is loud in his ears. The hunter lets go and Derek pumps the thick meat while looking into the man’s dark eyes.

“Will you fuck me sir? Pleeeeaaase? Your cock is sooooo big!”

The man smirks “Such a good boy, why don’t you go and bend over the table and show me what I’m working with. I think my boys have blown your slutty hole out. I hope it’ll be tight enough for my cock!”

Derek quickly nods his head before moving over to the wooden table and quickly bends back over it. The wolf lets his fingers leave his gaping hole to happily pull his fat cheeks apart, showing off his cored out opening.

What was once a nice, pink and tight pucker was now a gaping wide leaking mess. In fact, Derek’s hole was so open you could see the hot pink of his insides. Some of the men chuckle at the sight, spouting slurs and teasing him. But Derek doesn’t care, in fact he likes it, he likes that these men have fucked him so open, now he just wishes that the strong hunter with the large cock will plug him up! So much cum has already been wasted.

“Jesus boy” the hunter snorts while slapping his fat black cock into his open palm “Thank god I’ve got a fat cock, because your hole is fucking ruined!”

Derek whines as he once again tries to tighten up his hole for the hunters. However despite his best efforts his blown open entrance stays gaping and steadily leaking out so much frothy cum.

The hunter approaches Derek and the wolf shakes his fat cheeks in invitation. As the man walks, Derek notices his huge black balls swinging from side to side, so fucking full of cum. Derek groans and drops his head onto the table and he mutters softly under his breath ‘please breed my hole, please breed my hole.’

The hung and virile hunter clasps his arse cheeks once he’s standing behind the defeated alpha wolf. Derek whines high in his throat as the hunter slaps Derek’s own hands away so he can inspect his ruined hole for himself. The hunter gives out another snort as he shakes Dereks arse in his huge hands.

“Not so tight now are you wolf? What happened to that healing factor? Have we fucked you so hard that your alpha powers have completely gone? I’d say that would be a mission successful for us huh?” the hunter teases him.

Derek sniffles as he turns his head to look at the big hunter “I’ll tighten back up sir! I promise!”

The hunter chuckles at the wolf’s desperate antics “I don’t think you will. You’ve had a taste of cock now slut. You’re never going to be tight again! From here on out you’ll be nothing but a cum dumpster searching for as many cocks as possible to fuck this ruined hole! No point in denying it! You’ve let so many hunters fuck your hole tonight, you’ve let them disrespect you and dominate you, and do you really think you can go back to normal life ever again? Look at how proud you are at how much cum you’ve got in your body, look at how you’ve not only been showing off your body but you’ve let us do whatever we want to it. Thank god you’re pretty, because you’ve got nothing going on upstairs! Hahaha!”

And with that, the man plunges his fat black cock right into Derek’s sloppy arse. The slut wolf howls at finally being filled once again! His pink walls welcome the new cock into his body and the feeling of the hunter’s thick manhood has Derek’s own cock fattening back up.

“OOOhhhhh!” Derek moans “Your cock! Oh my god!!! You’re sooooo big!” Derek giggles and shakes his hips, encouraging the black cock to start fucking him.

The hunter doesn’t disappoint as he grips Derek’s hip bones and proceeds to jam his cock in and out of Derek’s pliant body.

“Welcome to your future bitch!” the hunter growls as he roughly gives it to the once dominate alpha wolf.

Derek smiles happily as his body is once again forced to take a rough fucking. He looks around at his spectators to see them smirk at him, so proud of the mess they’ve created. Derek honestly wants to thank them for what they have done.

“T-thank yoooooou!” Derek giggles out “Oh fuck!! Yeah fuck my p-pussy up! Oh god!” Derek swallows before whining out “Oh fuck your balls are slapping against mine! OH fuck they’re soooo much bigger!”

“Of course they are!” The hunter grunts out “My are for breeding bitches and whores like you! Yours are just cute to look at! Only real men have fat balls full of cum to breed, a whore like you just needs little cute ones to squirt on cock”

So much frothy cum is leaking out of Dereks hole from the rough fucking but the wolf is far too happy that he’s getting fucked to really care anymore. All Derek needs now is cock to make him happy.

“Fuck yesss! I love seeing my big black cock rip pink pussies open! You thought you were gaping before! Hahahaha wait till I’m done with you!”

Wet skin is slapping against wet skin and Derek’s mind has slowly but surely leaked out of his ears. The man is now nothing but a sweaty and cum filled mess. Not a leader of a pack, or a protector for Beacon Hills. Derek’s beautiful fat arse bounces against the man rapid fast hips and the hunter slowly drops a wad of spit down onto the cheeks, adding to the mess already covering them.

“Yeahyeahyeah! Oh fuck yeeeeaaah! Treat me like a fucking slut!” Derek gasps.

“You are a fucking s-slut! Ah fuck! Do that again!”

Derek smirks as he pushes his own hips backwards matching the hunter’s hard thrusts. The sound of their debauchery is so loud that the wolf wouldn’t be shocked if the entire warehouse district could hear them, could hear the way how Derek has easily given up everything for cock!

“Hey slut! Smile for the camera!”

Derek looks up to see a hunter has started to film him. Derek gives the lens a massive smile showing off his cute bunny teeth as the hunter films him getting his hole thoroughly fucked!

“Do you like that hunter cock fucking you?” The hunter demands.

“I-I love it!” Derek gleefully giggles to the camera “I love hunter cock destroying my little pussy! I’ve had sooooo many cocks tonight! Thank you everyone! Thank you for your cocks and c-cum!”

The hunter behind the camera smirks “What’s your name slut?”

Derek hiccups “UUUgggghnhh ohhh fuck! My name is D-derek Hale! And I’m a cumdump!!”

The hunter laughs before moving behind to film where Derek’s hole is stretched around the cock that’s fucking it “As you can see here, Derek is telling the truth! Look at all the strokes this clever slut has managed to get! One mark means one load of hot fat cum that has been dumped in him! This one sure is insatiable my fellow hunters, so if you’re ever in the area make sure to come check him out, he’ll do anything for fat hunter cock! Isn’t that right baby?”

The camera faces Derek again and the wolf gives it a fucked out smile “Want more cocks!” He giggles.

“Ah fuck!” The hunter fucking him snaps “I’m fucking close! Try your best to tighten your slutty hole around me baby! You’ve gotta earn this load!”

Derek tries his best but once again his hole just won’t tighten up! The wolf starts to panic at not being tight enough for his current partner and he looks up apologetically.

The hunter huffs and starts to fuck him harder “Fucking useless whore! You’ve got one job! Fuck!”

“I’m sorry sir!” Derek whines.

“So you should be!” The hunter roughly snaps out “Thank god I’ve been on edge since you suck me off earlier, otherwise I might have just had to have one off the wrist and cum on your body!”

Derek is softy crying at being such a useless hole for this man! He wants to stay nice and tight for all these hunters! He can’t believe they’ve fucked him soooo hard that his hole can’t seem to recover! Oh fuck! He hopes the rest still want to fuck him!

He used to have such a beautifully tight pucker! So pretty and pink! But now all he’s got to work with is a gaping red mess full of cum!

“Ah fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum! Here it comes baby! Another load for you! Ahhhh ugghhh!!!”

The man closes his dark eyes and his hips falter as he cums. Derek sniffles at the feeling of hot seed pouring into his used body, mixing up with the rest that is resting in his insides. The hunter huffs and puffs as he comes down from his orgasm, though he stills finds the energy to slap Derek’s arse.

Xavier walks over and hands off the marker to the man and he then draws his own stroke right next to Xavier’s. The man grunts as he pulls free from Derek’s body and the wolf himself whines at the loss.

Instead of walking away, the huge hunter walks over so that he’s facing Derek, well, his cock is right up in Derek’s face which is really all that matters. The man’s huge cock is so messy from frothy cum that is been fucked deep in Dereks arse, and when Derek finally tears his eyes away to look up, the hunter is giving him a very prominent look.

“Well go ahead. You’re hole was loose as fuck, so the least you could do is clean all this cum off my cock!”

Derek instantly nods his head and reaches out to grab the man’s softening cock. Even soft the thing is large and Derek stretches his jaw to fit the damn thing in. There’s soooo many tastes on the man’s cock so much so that Derek isn’t even able to identify them! There’s mixed cum from many hunters plus the distinctive taste of his own hole. Derek moans around it and closes his eyes, enjoying the new flavour!

Derek chokes slightly as he takes the large member down his throat and sucking on it hard, getting all the mixed cum off of the cock and swallowing it down into his belly, where two other loads are waiting. Derek tightens his throat around the man, silently apologising for how loose his hole was, and the hunter swears and groans from the over stimulation.

“You better try harder next time baby!” The man warns as he pulls his now clean cock form Derek’s throat. The wolf pants as the man lightly slaps his cock against his cheek “You hear me slut? No one wants a loose whore! Learn how to tighten your pussy up! It’s the only muscles you’re going to need from now on!”

“I will sir” Derek smiles up at the man before placing a kiss to the crown of his cock “I promise.”

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Derek giggles as he dazedly smiles up at all the cocks surrounding him. His bare knees were stiff and cold from the hard cement that he was kneeling on. Derek didn’t notice, nor did he care, as his green eyes greedily took in the sight all around him. All of the hunters, save Mr. Quinton, were surrounding him. The majority of them had already cum in him, but Derek was gleeful to see that they were hard once again. Dustin was right in front of him, jerking his cock off with both of his hands, his cock being that big. Beside Dustin was Owen, who was smirking down at the feral werewolf.

Derek’s eyes catch black beard stroking off his uncut cock and he’s the one that Derek starts with. Moving to his left Derek opens his mouth and sucks the man’s cock past his red lips. Black beard moans as Derek looks up through his eyelashes at the hunter as he bobs his head on his cock. Derek moans around the man’s thick member as he reaches out to jerk off two more cocks in each of his empty hands.

The men surrounding him are stroking off to the sight of him. Many of them are laughing or sneering down at him. It should feel insulting, but Derek feels nothing. He’s at peace as he bobs on the fat cock.

Someone spits down on him, the saliva landing on his hallowed cheek. This encourages several other men to follow suit. Someone’s spit lands right on his right nipple and the perpetrator proceeds to squat down to rub the head of his cock over the spit. Derek lets out a high pitched whine at the feeling of the soft pink cock head rubbing spit around his raw and abused nipple.

The men chuckle at his desperate whines and Derek pulls off Black beards cock to capture another cock in his mouth. The man in question is the other guard that had originally brought him into the shed, Sam he thinks his name was, and Derek moans gratefully on his cock.

Taking notes from the man rubbing his nipple, several other men start to rub their wet cocks over his body. Derek feels like this is what heaven must be, completely surrounded by hot hunky men dragging and rubbing their wet slimy cocks over his used body. Some brush against his hallowed out cheeks, two are rubbing his other sensitive nipple, and one is slapping against his bicep. Derek feels gleeful as he takes Sam’s cock out of his mouth to just simply suckle on the one that’s tapping his shoulder.

Derek’s eyes squint up at the man as the he grips the back of the wolf’s neck and forces his thick cock down Derek’s throat. Tears well up as Derek lets the cock play with his uvula but Derek is good and doesn’t choke on the cock, instead he rubs his tongue on the underside of the veiny cock, bring the hunter immense pleasure.

“OH fuck that’s hot!” The hunter says as he leans his head back to moan out. The muscular man starts to move his hips and effectively fucks his cock in and out of Derek’s throat. The wolf does nothing but take it, happy to be a nice wet hole for the much more superior man.

“Ah fuck!” Black beard curse out “Keep going! I’m gonna cum!”

Derek realises that he’s stroking Black beards cock so the dumb whorewolf redoubles his efforts by tightening his grip on the man’s cock and strokes him harder. Derek’s throat is gurgling around the other hunter’s cock as Black beard shouts out a moan.

Derek moans around the cock as Black beard cums hard. The cum jets out of his cock and splatters over Derek’s pretty and red face! In two spurts it gets over his cheek bones and on his nose, the next spurt of hunter cum lands in his left eyebrow. Derek’s eyes close as the feeling of the thick hunter cum covering his face and he desperately wants to lick it all up and swallow it down, but that’s a bit hard to do while he’s deep throating a cock.

The sight of the wolf’s handsome sharp features covered in thick cum sets two other hunters off, and before Derek knows it, both of their cum is all over his face and his check. Thick globs of cum hit his chin then it slowly drips down onto his tits and the hunter that was rubbing his nipple with his cock now rubs the cum onto the hard bud.

Derek continues his task of deep throating and gurgling around the hunter’s cock as this is happening, without a care in the world. They start to rub the cum into his face and chest, paying extra attention to his fat tits. One hunter goes as far too slick a thick glob of cum up with two fingers and reaches low to push it into his gaping hole, making sure to finger the slut for a few moments to make sure it joins the rest.

Derek happily moans at the feeling of his hole getting some attention and the vibrations of his throat is enough to have the hunter he’s deep throating to cum. The man grips the strands of hair at the back of Derek’s head the keep the wolf still as he yells out and cums deep down Derek’s throat. Derek groans at the feeling of more hot seed leaking down his throat and into his belly, he’s soooooo fucking full of cum!

The hunter pulls his cock free and Derek takes in several deep breaths before thanking the man for his load. The hunter smirks before walking off, completely satisfied.

Now that his air way is clear, Derek moans out loud at the treatment that the rest of his body is receiving. The first thing Derek does is reaches up to collect some cum from his face and instantly suck his fingers into his mouth, his taste buds exploding from the strong taste. Derek’s eyes momentarily close from the overwhelming taste of so much semen then he opens them again to give the hunters a cum filled smile.

“Fuck!” Someone shouts at the sight. Derek looks over to see Dustin has pushes his way through, the tip of his cock angry and red. Derek grins, cum covering his lips, and he reaches up to play with his cum soaked tits.

“Please sir! Please cum on me! I can still feel your hot load in me sir! I wanna feel another load on my skin!” Derek begs.

“Jesus fuck!” Dustin snaps as cum shoots out of his cock. Derek smiles as the alpha man’s cum lands in his pitch black hair and cheeks, adding to the mess that is already on his face! Its soooo hot and thick! Fuck! Derek whines and reaches up to cover his fingers in the semen and like before he brings the fresh load to his lips. He looks Dustin right in the man’s blue eyes as he parts his lips and sticks out his tongue to taste the thick cum. The wolf groans at the strong salty flavour of the man and quickly starts to suck the fingers into his mouth, swallowing the juicy treat.

Dustin pants as he shakes his head in disbelief “What a slut, I can’t believe how far you’ve fallen Hahaha no shame what’s so ever! I’ll make sure to add Beacon Hills to my monthly visits!”

Derek closes his eyes at the compliment and smiles softy, he hopes that Dustin does come for another visit; Derek would gladly let the alpha male use his body!

Derek has swallowed so much cum in the past thirty minutes that he’s feeling so full and warm. The wolf giggles like a loon and smiles up at the hunters, completely fucked out of his head. Although he’s on his knees Derek finds that he’s swaying slightly, almost like he’s in a trance.

The wolf has had so many cocks in him and so much cum filling him up that he feels like the adrenaline is starting to wear off. As an alpha wolf, Derek should have the power to keep up with these men. But now his head is starting to go a bit fuzzy. The wolf sways a bit more before strong hands guide him down. Derek places his hands onto the cold cement as he drifts along with the hand contorting his body to how they want him.

So fuzzy is Derek’s head that he doesn’t even realise that someone has knelt behind him and a cock is pressing into his hole. The pressure that he once felt hours ago from taking cock is now gone. All that he feels is a slight filling sensation. Hips start fucking him and Derek lightly sways with the force of the thrusts.

He’s so drowsy that he doesn’t even open his eyes at the insistent tapping of soft flesh against his lips he just opens his mouth and lets someone’s cock into his mouth. Derek drifts as both of his holes are taken over and fucked. His hole feels on fire from the force of the cock fucking it and Derek’s throat is constricting on the fat cock forcing its way down his wind pipe.

Derek doesn’t fight them off; he just lets these hunters have their fun. He thinks whatever fight he had left in him has finally gone out. He doesn’t care about anything anymore; he doesn’t care about his powers or protecting his pack or hell even protecting his territory. This is all Derek wants; he just wants to be used so thoroughly that he finds nothing but peace.

Slapping sounds of skin can be heard and Derek can also hear the grunting and vicious words that the hunters that are fucking him are hissing but he doesn’t care. As Derek drifts he feels the hunters move his body how they want him. He finds himself on his back, and someone instructs him to hold his legs up. Derek doesn’t disobey and he uses what strength he has left to hold the meat of his thighs open so that a hunter can lean over him and start to power drill his hole. Derek can feel vibrations from his chest and he later realises he’s softy whining, a sign that he’s been completely bitched out.

Derek’s whole body jerks from the power of the man’s thrusts and even while his eyes are closed he can tell that his succulent pecs are forcefully bouncing. He hears a grunt and then feels someone’s hot cum splat all over his body. Fuck, his body is so fucking drenched in hunter cum. Derek’s doubts he will ever get the smell off of his skin.

He secretly hopes that he won’t be able to.

Derek opens his eyes finally and even now he can’t seem to focus on anything. Bright light is shining down from one of the overhead lights and it’s only blocked out by the big bulky man that’s screwing his own lights out. The man is red in the face as he grunting down at Derek, his face tight with a mixture of pleasure and triumph.

Derek doesn’t know this man, nor will he ever know him, all he knows is that in this moment, this hunter owns him. Derek, being a good bitch, cutely whines up at the man. He pleads and begs for the hunter to fuck his hole harder, to wreck him and fill him up with cum. The hunter smirks down at him and he slowly opens his mouth letting a glob of saliva to leak out. Derek follows suit and opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, moaning when he tastes the nasty hunters spit.

The hunter says something, but Derek is too far gone to understand what he’s saying. He guesses it doesn’t matter; all that matters is that Derek is being good and keeps holding his legs open for the man.

The hunter grabs one of his thighs and he uses it as leverage as he pole drives his cock in and out of Derek’s weeping and wrecked hole. The hunter growls out deeply as he fucks away at Derek’s pliant body, completely enthralled by his own pleasure. Derek’s own cock is semi hard and the wolf can see that it’s still leaking out translucent precum.

He lets out a little moan as the hunter above him grunts and dumps his hot load deep into Derek’s body. The feeling of yet another load joining the rest has him prettily whining at how full he is. The hunter swears down at him and sweat drips from his body onto Derek’s, adding to the mess on Derek’s skin.

Derek dutifully thanks the hunter for the hot load of cum but all the hunter does is pulls his cock free from Derek’s gaping hole and forcibly turns the wolf over. Derek grunts at the treatment and the hunter lands a smack to his fat arse at the sound. Derek shuts his lips and waits as the hunter draws a stroke next to the many others adorning his back.

Once done, the hunter leans down to whisper into Derek’s ear “You were never an alpha.”

Derek nods and happily smiles as he feels the hunter’s thick load in him slush around with the rest, completely bewitched with the feeling of so much cum being fucked into his hard body.

At this point, Derek is almost certain that every hunter has in some way fucked his body. Whether it is orally or anally Derek has had them, and all of them have dump one or two loads either on him or in him.

Everyone but one, that is.

The sound of a throat clearing has everyone going silent. Derek looks around confused at the sudden quiet that has fallen over the shed. The sound of heavy boots on cement echoes out as a strong form makes its way over to Derek’s vulgar and wantonly displayed body.

Derek’s still on his back after his last conquer had seeded his guts, therefore, when Derek looks up he sees the large form that is Mr. Quinton’s body standing over him, Derek’s hole winks and a glob of cum runs out at the sight of the powerful man standing tall and proud over his cum soaked body.

Mr. Quinton rubs a large hand over his chin at the sight before him and his stunning blue eyes gleam down at the mess that was once the proud heir of the Hale territory. Derek pants heavily at the look in the man’s eye’s knowing that this will be the final conqueror of his body. Derek is completely ruined, but Mr. Quinton will be the one that makes sure that the old Derek never returns.

“How far the mighty have fallen” Mr. Quinton hums out “The Hale name once held such prestige and honour, and now look at where they are, underneath the feet of hunters. You Hale’s used to garner such high respect from hunters from all over. Now here you lay, pumped full of our cum, and whining for more.” The man smirks down at him, the scars on his face making it look shark like “It fills me with pride that it was my ring of hunters that have brought the last Hale alpha down.”

Derek just continues to gaze up at the powerful man. Even though all he other hunters have completely discarded their clothes save for a few still wearing boots, Mr. Quinton has remained dressed in his heavy leather boots, army issue cargo trousers and his white singlet.

The man rests his hands on his hips as he stares down at the wolf “I told you I was going to teach you a lesson, didn’t I?”

Derek slowly nods his head.

“And what is it that you have learnt?”

Derek clears his overused throat “Alpha wolves are bitches. Alphas are just wet warm holes for hunters to use. My hole is for hunters to use and fuck. My body is for hunters to use and fuck” Derek replies in a clear tone, leaving no room for error.

Mr. Quinton hums “Power is a fickle thing isn’t it? To gain power, one must have respect and resolve. In the right hands power can be good; it can be harnessed and used to achieve greatness. But in the wrong hands, it can be used to cause pain. The day that wolf attacked me, he chose to use power to harm, and since that day I’ve used power to tame.” Mr. Quinton raises his hands as he looks out towards his ring of hunters “Tonight we have once again taken power from the undeserving. Werewolves are a feral species on this Earth who abuse their power. But, as you can see before you, their power can be taken away.”

The hunters softy sing out their agreements at Mr. Quinton’s declaration. Derek is trying to follow what the leader is saying, but his body is too focused on the scent of virile cum covering him.

Mr. Quinton looks back down at him, and Derek perks up at having the leaders gaze once more on him “You’ve allowed yourself to be passed around by numerous hunters tonight. You’ve been broken in and completely bitched out. No longer will you be the alpha protector of Beacon Hills. You’re so cum drunk and fucked out that you haven’t even put the pieces together have you? I guess you don’t care why we’re here, why we’ve done this too you.”

Mr. Quinton makes a gesture with his head and four hunters approach him. Derek grunts as the four strong men manage to lift his broken body from the cold hard floor. Derek gets dizzy from the harsh shift and he sways in the hunter’s tight grip. He’s being walked forward and the wolf finds that he’s tripping on his own bare feet, completely uncoordinated.

“Lower the chains” Mr. Quinton’s voice calls out.

The hunters stop and Derek looks up to see the chains he noticed when he first arrived are above him and slowly lowering. The sound of a wench fills the air and the chains lower until they are at the same height as Derek’s chest.

“Secure him” Comes the next order.

Two of the hunters that are holding him up let go and move forward. Derek sees that it’s Xavier and another hunter he doesn’t know the name of but he has dumped his cum down Derek’s throat. The two hunters grab the two swinging chains and now up close Derek can see that two sturdy padlocks are attached to the two chains. Xavier and the other hunter reach out and grip Derek’s arms in their hands. They both wrap the chain tightly around Derek’s wrists which cause the wolf to grunt from not only the roughness but the temperature of the cold metal against his overheated skin. Both men lock the chains with the padlocks and Derek whines at the feeling of his wrists being constricted by the metal.

Both hunters step back and slowly the winch turns back on and Derek’s arms and slowly lift high above his head. The other two hunters holding him up step back and Derek’s feels the strong chains take his weight as their warm hands withdraw. Derek’s heart is rabbiting in his chest at how he’s being restrained. With both hands now secure above his head the werewolf couldn’t defend himself ever if he wanted to.

Mr. Quinton walks so that he’s in front of Derek’s body. The wolf whines softly and pulls at his metal restraints, however the strong steel doesn’t budge. He’s trapped, completely immobile and at Mr. Quinton’s mercy.

Mr. Quinton smirks in victory at his prize being strung up for him “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful” The man hums.

Mr. Quinton reaches out to trail his hand down Derek’s body; he starts at the middle of Derek’s chest and slowly feels his way down, his hand is getting wet from the sweat and cum covering him. As he reaches Derek’s stomach he softly cups the slightly swollen tummy where Derek’s abs had once been. Gone is the taut and tight stomach and in its place is a soft fullness. If no one knew what Derek has gone through, they would just think he’s had a big lunch, but all these men know what’s pushing his tummy out slightly.

Their hot cum.

Mr. Quintin pushes on the flesh and Derek moans out at the feeling of the cum shifting inside himself.

“Completely full aren’t you? You’ve had so much cum tonight Derek, more than I think even you realised huh?”

Derek nods his dizzy head “Soooooo much sir.”

“Mmmm” Mr. Quinton hums “But I think your greedy hole can take one more load, don’t you?” Derek’s eyes track every moment as Mr. Quinton grabs the hem of his white singlet and drags the material from his body. The wolf pants as the leader’s strong hairy body is revealed to him. Much like the other hunters present, Mr. Quinton is all hard packed muscle. He’s got to be in his forties but the man looks to be in his prime. Thick muscles are corded with veins and covered with grey body hair everywhere! The man’s arms are bulging from just standing and his pecs look like they’re constantly flexed. The man’s stomach is toned yet stocky and as Mr. Quinton drops his cargo trousers Derek sees that the man’s thighs and legs are packed with power and covered in a forest of grey hair.

Without his clothes on, the man’s scent of testosterone and power wafts over Derek’s body, setting his senses alight. The wolf whines high in the back of his throat at being in the presence of a true alpha male. Derek’s cock is flaccid, yet it still gives out a shiny pearl of precum at the sight of the man’s body.

Derek looks down to see that Mr. Quinton is still wearing his underwear, however, Derek’s eyes bug at the sight before him. The man’s black boxers are struggling to hold back the sheer size of the man’s cock! The thing is huge! The tip has drenched the man’s boxers completely wet and Derek licks his lips, desperate for a taste.

Mr. Quinton, no doubt notices Derek’s gaze, smirks and softly grips his manhood through his boxers. The leader huffs at the feeling of having friction to his covered cock.

“Do you like what you see Derek?” Mr. Quinton’s voice asks in an amused tone.

With lips parted Derek nods “Yessssss sir.”

“I bet you do. You’re just another in a long line of alpha’s I’ve bitched with this cock. I don’t remember their faces, but I certainly remember the feeling of their tight holes struggling to take my cock. I remember the moment when they realised they weren’t an alpha anymore, and that they would never be again. After all, an alpha takes command and is strong, an alpha doesn’t beg, moan and whine while a fat cock is breaking their little hole open. You’re no alpha Derek Hale, you never were.”

Mr. Quinton slowly peels his wet boxers down his legs and Derek moans loudly as the man’s massive alpha breaking cock springs free. Derek swallows tightly as he takes it all in. It’s definitely the biggest cock in the room, absolutely no doubt! And Derek would know as his holes have served everyone else! The thing is struggling to stay up at the sheer weight so Mr. Quinton grabs the thick shaft to slowly rub at the meat of it. The cock is covered in strong veins and the fat pink head is dripping precum everywhere! Mr. Quinton’s manhood is surrounded by thick grey pubes and down below hang the biggest set of breeding balls Derek has ever seen!

Derek’s hole quivers just at the mere idea of this monster of a cock fucking his entrance! Oh my god! He’s going to break him!

Mr. Quinton continues to stroke his fat meat as he says “Look at how bad you need it. Can you even hear yourself? You’re whining in such a high pitch and you’re panting so heavily. And look at your eyes! They’re so hungry for it!”

Mr. Quinton moves closer to cup Derek’s stubbly cheek in the hand he’s not using to stroke himself “I know you’re begging for it slut. But there’s something I need form you first. If you want this nice fat cock to finally wreck your hole and make you into the best bitch you can be, I’m going to need you to make some small promises.”

Derek, completely in a trance at the sight of the man’s huge cock just nods his head dumbly.

“Do you, Derek Hale, relinquish you’re right and title as alpha of the territory of Beacon Hills?”

Derek nods his head and Mr. Quinton reaches down to pinch a nipple. Derek gasps and moves his gaze from the hole wreaker to Mr. Quinton’s electric blue eyes.

“I’m going to need more than that, whore.”

“I r-relinquish my title as alpha of the t-territory of Beacon Hills.”

“Good boy” Mr. Quinton praises and softly rubs over the hard nub he pinched “Do you accept and submit to another alpha’s claim to the territory of Beacon Hills? Do you promise to never try to reclaim that which you relinquish?”

“I do, I promise. Anything, I’ll do anything you want, just pleeeeaaase fuck me sir!” Derek begs.

“We’re getting there pet” Mr. Quinton promises “As witnessed by these fine men; Derek Hale has shown he does not possess the strength, power or ability to defend his territory. On this night he has allowed an enemy force into his territory and he has allowed said enemy to force him into submission. He is not suitable to be the alpha of Beacon Hills, nor does he have the power to lead a pack. He willingly submits his rights as alpha; therefore a new one must be found to take his place.”

The crowd of men cheer and Derek grins dumbly, far too cum drunk and desperate for Mr. Quinton’s cock to realise what he’s done.

Mr. Quinton grins at the broken alpha, feeling drunk on the power of bitching out yet another alpha werewolf. With a nod of his head, the winch hums to life and lowers down. Derek attempts to stand on strong legs, but Mr. Quinton kicks at the back of his legs, forcing the alpha to fall forward. The chains stop and Derek feels his arms get pulled up from the force of his fall.

Derek is now suspended and bent over at the waist with his hands gripping the chains in front of his body. The wolf grips the metal like his life depends on it as Mr. Quinton slowly drags is palm over Derek’s sweaty back. The leader lets out a cruel chuckle at the sight of the triskele tattoo burnt into the wolf’s back and Derek whines when he feels the hunter spit a glob of saliva down on the symbol.

Mr. Quinton trials his hand down Derek’s lower back before finally landing on the wolfs thick arse cheeks. Mr. Quinton grabs the flesh and gropes it, feeling the fat of his arse wobble in his hand. Derek hums along with the feeling of the powerful hunter playing with his cheeks but the wolf suddenly gasps as Mr. Quinton draws back to deliver a firm slap to the mounds.

*SLAAAAAAP!!!*

“AAAHHhh!!!” Derek moans at the raw sting from the slap.

Mr. Quinton grips the mound again before jiggling the fat and delivering another hard smack.

*SLAAAAAAPP!!!*

“Look at how it shakes!” Mr. Quinton marvels *SLAAAAPP!!!* “The arse of a true whore!”

“Yesssss sir!” Derek drawls out.

*SLAAAAAAPP!!!!*

“UUGGGhhhhh! Thank you sir!!!”

“Fucking slut aren’t you!”

*SLAAAAAAPPP!!!*

“Imma whore! Imma whore!”

Mr. Quinton bends low to whisper in Derek’s ear, his hot breath making the wolf shiver “Are you going to be a good boy and take my cock?”

“MMmmmm yesssss sir. Want your cock soooo bad!”

“Mmm, I hope you can take it” Mr. Quinton lands another red hot slap before trailing his fingers in between Derek’s fat cheeks. The wolf squeals slightly as Mr. Quinton rubs two strong fingers over his gaping hole “So many alphas have cried and begged me to go slow. But I don’t go slow boy, I fuck monsters hard! I fuck them so hard that their little holes break and their tears fall. I fuck alphas hard enough to fuck the alpha completely out of them! And when I’m done, they’re nothing but a mewling and moaning mess!”

“Pleeeeeassse!!!” Derek desperately begs!

Mr. Quinton applies just the slightest pressure and his fingers get sunk into Derek’s open abyss. The wolf lets out a soft breath at the feeling of his blown open arsehole getting slightly filled by something. Mr. Quinton hums at the sight of his fingers sinking into the open hole.

“My my Derek, what a greedy slut you’ve been for my boys tonight” the leader of the hunter ring comments “My fingers are barely touching your walls!”

Derek blushes in shame; he’s tried soooo hard to make his hole nice and tight again! But it’s almost like his powers are gone completely! Derek screws up his face cutely as he tries once again to get his hole to obey his commands, but like before it just remains an open mess.

Mr. Quintin smirks at this “That’s alright slut, my cock is plenty big, so you’ll definitely still feel it.”

Derek whines quietly as Mr. Quinton starts up a rhythm with his fingers. The digits continuously fuck in and out of his messy hole, pulling some cum out from the stimulation. Derek’s body slightly rocks forward from Mr. Quinton’s fingers, making the chains rattle as he sways. Derek’s gripping the chains so hard that his impressive sweaty biceps are flexing, giving his conquers who are watching a show.

Mr. Quinton pulls his fingers free and before Derek can whine at the loss Mr. Quinton presents them in front of Derek’s face. Derek goes cross eyed as he gazes at the fingers covered in hunter cum. Without being told what to do, Derek takes the fingers into his mouth and sucks all the juicy cum down his throat, humming happily at his treat.

The hunters laugh and jest while Mr. Quintin’s blue eyes leer down at him, watching his every move. Derek swallows down, his Adams apple bobbing, and he then he sticks out his cum stained tongue, proudly showing off that he’s swallowed.

Derek is rewarded with a spank to his arse and Derek lets out a groan at the white hot feeling from his cheeks. Derek looks up at Mr. Quinton to see the man is still looking at him.

“Dirty little whore” Mr. Quinton says almost adoringly.

Derek flutters his long inky black lashes “Will you fuck me now sir?”

Mr. Quinton huffs “Even with your tummy so full of cum you’re desperate for more.”

Derek nods his head “Please sir? Need your fat cock! Need your hot load.”

Mr. Quinton chuckles at the pleas. The powerful hunter moves to the back of Derek’s body, marvelling at the fat arse on display for him. The leader whistles before placing his rough hands on the smooth cheeks.

“I wonder what ever happen to that proud alpha that walked in here four hours ago. So cocky was he, thinking that he was in control. What a joke he turned out to be!”

*SLAAAAAAPPPPP!!!*

“uuuHHHH!!!”

“Blows my mind that the alpha werewolf that entered this shed a few hours ago is now asking his primal enemy to fuck his arse open! It’s amazing how quick he was to bend his will to his enemies and allow his beautiful body to be violated!”

*SLAAAAAPPP!!!*

“ooHHHHH!!! Pluuuuuuheas!”

“And now he’s begging for the alpha to be fucked right out of him! What an amazing turn of events!”

Derek holds his breath, awaiting another harsh slap, but the wolf exhales when he feels Mr. Quinton slaps his fat cock against his gaping hole. Derek lets out a sound of pleasure as he tries to push back against the man’s cock, and another slap is delivered for his eagerness.

Mr. Quinton tutts softly before slapping his cock against Derek’s fat cheeks, the sound of the slapping making Derek whine at the warning.

Mr. Quinton goes back to tapping the tip of his cock against Derek’s hole. This time, after being reprehended, the wolf stays still and waits for Mr. Quinton to be ready. After all, it’s him that is in control here, not Derek.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, Mr. Quinton rubs his cockhead over the hole, spreading his precum around the rim. The leader then starts to shallowly let the head of his cock to pierce the man’s hole. The head slips in and out in short shallow thrusts, it’s getting Derek annoyed, so close to his prize yet so far!

“Just fuck me already!” The wolf, in a fit of rage, snaps out.

Dead silence falls over the hooting and hollering hunters. Derek swallows as he slowly cranes his neck back to look at Mr. Quinton, who is staring at Derek with a sneer.

“Keen to prove to these fine men that you’re noting but a slut huh?” The man snaps “Alright then, have it your way!”

Without a second thought, Mr. Quinton slams his massive cock all the way in.

Derek’s mouth drops and a high pitched scream tears out from his throat! OOOHHHH FUCK!! Tears well up and fall from his pretty green eyes as a sharp pain runs down his body. Fucking hell!! The man is huge!! Derek cries out as his hole is finally stretched to its limits! His walls are blown out to the furthest they have been tonight and it feels like Mr. Quinton’s cock has penetrated his small intestine! It feels like he’s getting ripped apart from the inside!

Derek is a crying mess. His body feels like it’s been hallowed out from Mr. Quinton cock! “AAHHHHH! UH UH UH!!! SIIIIRRRRRR!”

“Fuck you’re fucking tight!! Cry all you want you stupid bitch!! You asked for this!”

“It’s toooooo much!!! Ahhhh uugh! Sir please!”

Derek has never felt such a mixture of pain and pleasure in his life! The sheer size of Mr. Quinton’s massive cock sheathed into his body is causing him to twitch, hiccup and cry! And Mr. Quinton hasn’t even started to fuck him yet!

Mr. Quinton lands a slap to his arse but Derek can’t feel it. It’s almost like all his nerve endings have travelled to his cored out anal cavity. Tears freely flow from his eyes as Derek looks back at Mr. Quinton. The fucked alpha sniffles before pouting his lips slightly.

“There it is” Mr. Quinton groans “Do you feel like, ah! An alpha now bitch?”

Derek shakes his head “N-no sir!” he sniffles out.

Mr. Quinton pulls his hips back and Derek’s eyes bug at the feeling of the massive meat inside moving out. The elder man winks at the whimpering wolf before slamming his hips forward. Derek chokes out air as his anal passage gets thrusted into! Mr. Quinton massive set of balls whack up against Derek’s much smaller ones and the wolf whines and cries at the feeling.

“Fuck yessss!” Mr. Quinton moans in pleasure “Fucking take it!”

The ring leader pulls back to thrust forward again, Derek lets out a sound of pain mixed with pleasure as his body swings in his chain bindings. Derek can’t believe what is happening to him! He doesn’t know if he wants to try and pull away from the massive intrusion or push back against it more! He’s sooo confused!

Mr. Quinton takes the choice out of the werewolf’s hands and he starts to move his hips, pushing his cock deep into Derek’s body. The leader moans at the feeling of an alpha’s hole squeezing so tightly around his cock.

Derek grips onto his chains hard as the man starts to thrust his hips. Derek grits his teeth and takes it as the cock in him starts to pick up a rhythm. His arse cheeks start to slap against the man’s strong hips as Mr. Quinton starts to fuck him.

“Uh uh uh uh ahh ugh! Fuck sir! You’re sooooo deep!” Derek groans as his skilled body starts to stretch and become accommodating to the cock forcing it to its limit.

“UUghh fuck! Yeah bitch that’s it! I bet if your guts wasn’t stuffed full of cum you’d be able to see my cock through your belly!” Mr. Quinton moans out.

Fuck! oh god yes! The thought of seeing Mr. Quinton’s cock through his tummy has Derek’s soft cock leaking precum down onto the cement. Derek can’t remember how many times his cummed tonight, but he feels like if he cums again, he might actually pass out!

“Fuck yeah! You’re taking me so well boy!” Mr. Quinton praises “Usually alphas pass out! But not you! You’re even enjoying it aren’t you! Told you he wasn’t an alpha fellas!”

Derek closes his eyes and focuses on the pleasure coming from his abused prostate as the ring leaders minions all clap and holler out. Mr. Quinton grips Derek’s waist for leverage as he starts to speed up his slow paces, making Derek moan and whimper.

Skin slapping skin along with softer whimpers and strong grunts fill the shed. Derek’s taking it like an absolute champ, proving his newfound sluttiness. The ex-alpha’s tits are bouncing fucking hard from Mr. Quinton’s thrusts and Derek wishes someone would suck on his nipples! Derek’s fat mounds aren’t fairing much better, they’re constantly getting either slammed by Mr. Quinton’s hips or slaps by his large strong hands.

Derek has his tongue out again and he grinning dumbly at the hunters watching him. He lets out a giggle at some of them men and winks at others who have started to stroke their cocks again. Derek’s wet hair is falling into his eyes and he tries to blow it out, but he’s panting too hard to make it possible.

Mr. Quinton is going to town on his poor hole, treating it like how it should be! The leader’s muscles are bulging from the strength he’s using to fuck Derek’s hole. His hairy body is covered in sweat and he’s grunting loudly at every thrust he’s delivering. The man’s veins are thick in his arms and his powerful thrusts are making Derek steadily swing in his chains.

Derek’s mind has gone completely blank. He’s nothing but a dumb warm wet hole for Mr. Quinton pleasures. The point that the hunters have been making all night has sunken in. Derek can’t be the protector of Beacon Hills; a whore can’t be an alpha. A whore can only be a warm hole for men to use. The prospect of Derek’s new future has his cock twitching, unable to get hard, yet still aroused.

The hunters start to laugh at him; they jeer and call him names. Derek’s unable to hear what they are saying; his ears are full of his own pitiful mewling and the strong sounds coming from Mr. Quinton.

Derek, being a good whore, has the small of his back arched beautifully so that his arse cheeks are taking the full power from Mr. Quinton’s hips. The leader gleams down at where the cheeks are slamming and slapping against his body. And in-between them, Mr. Quinton gazes at where his bare cock is destroying the alpha and turning him into nothing more but a plaything.

Mr. Quinton angles his hips just so that his cock rubs harder against the wolf’s prostate. Derek gasps at the sharp feeling of pleasure and he moans out rather loudly.

“OOhhhhhh fuuuuck! Please sir! Please fuck me there!”

“Yeah you like that?” Mr. Quinton huffs.

“yesyesyesyes! OH god fuck! You’re fucking my little pussy soooo good! OHhhh god Mr. Quinton!”

“Fuck yeah bitch! Some fucking alpha you turned out to be! Can you feel it bitch? Can you feel me fucking the alpha out of you?”

Derek didn’t understand what the man was saying; he was too caught up in the pleasure. Derek’s body was humming from the amount of pleasure that was shooting up his spine. Derek’s balls were drawn up tight to his body and even though the wolf’s cock was soft and swinging about, Derek knew he would still cum soon. He’s cock was no longer needed for orgasms, his hole was!

Large fingers wrap around black strands and Derek mewls as Mr. Quinton grips his sweaty hair in a fist. The hunter rams his cock hard into Derek’s pliant body, using it for all it’s worth. Derek’s skin is blotchy red from exhaustion and his skin‘s drenched with cum and sweat. The wolf’s body has almost had enough and now Derek knows that one last anal orgasm will do it, he’ll be forever bitched!

“Uh uh uh uh! OHHHH fuck sir! You’re sooooo deep in me! Hehehe I c-can feel you in my belly!”

Mr. Quinton grunts as he pulls on Derek’s hair to force the bitch onto his cock. The hunter pistons his hips and gives everything he can! Derek is a crying and blubbering mess, tears are falling down his face at the immense pleasure and his whole body is aching deliciously from the animalistic pounding he’s receiving.

Mr. Quinton almost seems like he’s gone completely feral. The harsh pounding Derek’s hole is taking has made the wolf go completely brain dead. The sounds that the leader is letting out sound more like a rabid animal than anything else, and as Derek grunts from the pain of his hair being pulled the wolf looks back to see that the hunter’s eyes are almost black with arousal, the blue of them barely visible.

Derek chokes out a moan as the pleasure builds deep inside. The sight of such a powerful man giving Derek everything he can has made the bitches body react accordingly. Derek can do nothing but swing forward in his chains and cry out as his body gets fucked by the absolute beast of a man!

As Derek’s pleasure starts to build, something else starts to happen to his body. Derek’s powers have been acting strange all night but now, he feels so weak. If he were human it would make sense. So many men have fucked his greedy holes tonight that anyone else would of past out, but Derek has been so strong and has kept up with them all. However, as his orgasm builds and his prostate tingles, it almost feels like he’s going to actually pass out!

Derek looks up with a dumb confused expression plastered on his fucked out face. The hunters around him are still laughing at him and jeering, calling him all the names under the sun. His head starts to feel light and Derek has no idea what is going on with his body! The pleasure builds up more like a wave and the wolf grips on as tight as he can.

“Fuck yeah boy!” Mr. Quinton grunts out “Fuuuuuck! I can fucking feel it! This is my f-favourite part! When an alpha is finally bitched out!!”

“Aaahhhhh uuggghhhhh fuck me fuck me!!” Derek desperately cries out as his eyes struggle to find a point to focus on.

Derek is almost at breaking point. His body is bow string tight and his voice is hoarsely moaning out obscenities. His body is being rammed so powerfully and even though his cock is flaccid, he’s about to cum! He just needs something to send him off to oblivion, something that will seal the deal.

Dr Alan Deaton entering the shed is what does it.

The sight of the Hale’s old emissary has Derek going crossed eyed and letting the wave of pleasure fall over him. Derek lets out a high pitched squeal as his cock pumps out a load onto the floor. His vision darkens and his breath stutters as Derek feels the most intense orgasm he’s ever felt in his life! His body goes completely slack as the fucked out wolf loses control. Oh fuck! He’s feels soooooo good! Oh my god! His whole body is signing and his head is completely blank. Nothing matters anymore! Nothing but pleasure!

Behind him, Mr. Quinton slams his hips and cums hard! The feeling of yet another hot load pouring into his body has Derek quietly crying fat tears. He’s soooo fucked! OH fuck he’s such a little slut! He’s got soooo much hunter cum in him! Hehehe.

Derek’s tummy aches from the huge load that Mr. Quinton has fucked into him! He wishes his hands were free so he can touch his protruding stomach, to feel the evidence of his whoredom.

Several men start to clap and Derek sways on the spot and blinks slowly. He feels different somehow, like he’s lost something deep within himself. He wants to say maybe it’s his pride that he’s just lost but let’s be real, he lost that the minute he first tasted juicy hunter cock.

Mr. Quinton removes his huge cock from Derek’s gullet and the wolf whines at the loss of such a large piece of meat in his hole. The stream of cum that escapes after the cock is free is almost comical and so is the sight of Derek’s ruined hole. He’s gaped to the absolute max! There’s no way his hole is ever going to go back to the pretty little pink pucker it once was.

With hazy eyes, Derek watches as Mr. Quinton walks over to where Alan Deaton is standing, his dark eyes mesmerised by the sight of Derek’s current state. Derek wants to pay attention, but the sight of Mr. Quinton’s fat flaccid cock covered in frothy cum as Derek whining. Why couldn’t Mr. Quinton make Derek clean his cock of like the other hunter? The taste of hunter cum is Derek’s favourite!

As Derek mourns at the loss of such a yummy treat, Alan Deaton makes his way over. The once trusted member of the Hale pack is wearing a slimy smirk and his eyes greedily track all over Dereks worn out body. When the man is standing in front of the whorewolf he gleams with victory. Derek’s not sure what’s going on, but he hopes that Deaton will get his cock out for Derek to service.

Deaton reaches out and grips Derek cum stained chin roughly. He forces the fucked out wolf to look up into his eyes, though Derek’s are dizzying around, clearly there’s no intelligent thought in his pretty little head. Good, whores don’t need to think, they just have to take cock!

“I bet you feel much better now, don’t you Derek?” Deaton asks.

Derek hums and grins up at the man with a cum drunken smile “Yeesssssss soooo full” he lazily replies.

Deaton huffs “What a dumb little whore you’ve become.”

“Imma whore! I looooove cock!” Derek replies.

“That you do” Deaton chuckles “You clearly have no idea on how to manage and protect Beacon Hills, and thanks to your own statement of relinquishment, it now falls to a much stronger alpha to protect the city and it’s lands. A much more deserving alpha.”

At this another person enters the shed. Deaton moves his chin so Derek’s eyes can gaze upon Beacon Hill’s newest alpha. Scott McCall has changed completely since Derek last saw him. The younger alpha has definitely grown more into his powers; his clothes hide nothing as the true alpha walks up to where Derek is suspended with the cold metal chains. His muscles and stature have grown and he’s far from that skinny kid with floppy curly hair. The spicy scent of power and alpha wafting off of the wolf has Derek’s slutty hole quivering and his throat goes dry, fuck, Scott looks soooo strong! What a fool Derek was to try and recruit Scott for his pack. Since the wolf gained the status as true alpha, Derek should have been begging to be the superior wolf’s slave.

“Derek” Scott nods down to the disgraced Hale with a smirk on his face “I hear congratulations are in order! From what I hear, you’ve been the best little slut anyone could ask for! Finally something you’re actually good at!” Scott brings his strong hands together in a sarcastic clap “About time you found your true calling! Maybe now Beacon Hills can rest easy knowing that a real alpha is protecting them.”

“Alpha?” Derek questions in a dumb tone.

“That’s right Derek; I’ll be taking Beacon Hills over from you from now on. Clearly they need a real alpha for the job, and a whore just won’t cut it! Oh but don’t worry, your pack will also now be my pack! With me at the head, they will soon fall into line. I’m a true alpha after all; no beta can refuse my call.”

Derek is trying to process what the alpha is saying, but his head is still scrambled from all the cocks he’s had. And really, why can’t Deaton and Scott stop talking and just use his holes? Talking is dumb!

Oh fuck, he bets a true alpha like Scott would have a massive cock!

Derek licks his lips at the thought of Scott fucking his gaped hole and the two interlopers laugh at his antics. Scott grips Derek by his hair and Deaton lets go of his chin so Scott can rough handle his head and Derek gasps at the pain to his scalp.

“I finally have exactly what I wanted! Beacon Hills in my control and you out of the picture! The Hales are old news! From now on when a supernatural or hunter thinks of Beacon Hills, they will think of it as McCall territory!” Scott laughs at Derek’s whining “Oh and don’t worry about Stiles. I’m sure he cares for you, but after he watches this, he’s going to change his mind.”

Scott nods to the desk that has Mr. Quinton’s machete resting on it. Now that a cock isn’t fucking his body, Derek can clearly see that the phone that was once showing him where Stiles was being held is now propped up on a small tripod and has been recording his every movement.

“Stiles wouldn’t want a dirty whore as a partner; he wants someone powerful to protect him, like the new alpha of Beacon Hills perhaps?” Scott smirks “And to think it was so easy to pull this off! All I had to do was contact Chris and ask for some hunters that would be up for the job and for Mr. Deaton to use some druid magic to block their scents at your loft. And Stiles, well, he played his role perfectly. We left a little present in the form of a doused cupcake in your fridge when you left this morning. Mr. Deaton drugged it with his most powerful sleeping potion. Oh Stiles will have a little headache when he wakes up, but at the sight of me, his best friend, rescuing him from the warehouse just next to this one, I’m sure he will be ever so thankful.” Scott leans down to whisper the last part in his ear “I can’t wait to tear his little pussy up! I can’t wait to see him cry and beg for a real alpha to fuck his little hole open! I bet he has the cutest tears when he’s getting fucked by a real man! And let’s be real Derek, your cock is pretty much useless from here on out. Whores only need a nice wet pussy, not a cock.”

Derek groans and tears fall once again form his watery green eyes. Scott grins at the reaction before standing back up tall “And as for you, well, I hear these fine hunters have plans for you. Oh and if I were you Derek I wouldn’t bother trying to fight back against this, your alpha spark is gone! Hahahaha!”

That’s why Derek feels so weak! The hunters have fucked him soooo hard that he’s lost the spark of an alpha! The old Derek would feel rage at what has happened, he’d mourn at the loss of starting anything with Stiles and he’d moan the loss of his ancestral holdings and territory. However, the new Derek looks at what his new future will hold with anticipation.

“Persona non grata, Derek” Deaton says “You never belonged here, you were never meant to be an alpha. And now, you’re not. You’re nothing but a nice hole, and you will be forgotten.”

Deaton and Scott bid Mr. Quinton farewell with a strong handshake, and with that, the newest alpha of Beacon Hills leaves the last alpha behind. Mr. Quinton walks over to Derek’s hanging body. The hunter huffs before bending down to be at eye level with the ruined wolf.

“As for you, you’re coming with us. There are so many hunters that want to meet the man that has fucked up our plans for years now, and I can tell you right now, they’re not happy.”

Derek grins at the prospect of more hunters abusing his body; maybe not belonging is where he belonged all along.