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Stiles was a male omega. A dumb slut to knot. Derek was excited at simply having a whore after his failed relationships. Finally, he could just take a bitch and fuck him without any buildup or foreplay.

Male omegas had few rights and often sold themselves or were sold by family as they could not be married. Stiles sold himself at 16 to Derek after his father was hurt in the line of duty and has been in a coma ever since. Derek still remembers the pale sobbing figure begging to be bought by him as he couldn't handle a 'ruthless Alpha from highschool', little did Stiles know he would still be brutalized.

Today was the day Derek was going to pick him up. Derek couldn't wait.

Stiles waited in the McCall house for his soon to be Sir. Last month his house was foreclosed and he had to move in temporarily with Scott, but without a capable Alpha in the household, Stiles was required by law to sell himself to one.

He had heard of Derek Hale from the Hale fire his father investigated that killed most of the family except for the Hale siblings, Alpha Derek, Beta Laura, and Omega Cora. Stiles reasoned that an older man like Derek would know how to take care of him better than those like Jackson. He was still a virgin too, never messed with his hole much. Plus, the Hales had been left a large amount of money and Stiles wanted someone with financial stability. 

"I think I see someone coming up, they were in a black camero." Scott told him, looking out a front window.

"That's him." Stiles said, unsure if it anticipation or dread filling him.

There was a knock.

"I'll uh, get the door." Melissa wiped her face and opened the door.

Derek walked in, eyes locking on Stiles.

"Hello, Alpha Hale." Melissa welcomed. 

"Mm." Derek gruffly replied. His eyes narrowed on Stiles. "Do you have your things ready?"

"Ah. Yes!" Stiles picked up two duffle bags that had some clothes and important items in them.

"Okay, let's go then." Derek motioned his head towards the still open door.

"Wait, can't I say goodbye?"

"Make it quick."

Stiles looked at his best friend, "I guess this is goodbye."

"Yeah, man. I'm gonna miss you." Scott hugged him on his side.

"Oh we'll both miss you." Melissa hugged Stiles on his other side. Then they stood there together for a couple moments. 

Stiles really didn't want to cry though, "Okay, okay, I'm ready." 

Derek led Stiles to his car and drove him away.

Derek was ready to pound into his whore. Once they got to the house he was gonna force him into his den, tear off his clothes, and keep him there.

He shaved a minute off in the speed of his driving and parked poorly into the driveway. Stiles wouldn't really need things like clothes for a while, so he grabbed Stiles from the car and pushed him to the house. 

"Ah, I need to get my things!"

"No you don't." Derek pulled Stiles by his arm up the stairs and into his den. Stiles was immediately affected by the amount of pheromones in the room and his whole body made a shiver.

"Omph!" Derek pushed him on the bed, ready to finally fuck the bitch. "Wait I-!"  Derek didn't care. His hands shifted and he tore Stiles' bottoms into rags, leaving some scratches on Stiles'  thighs. Stiles twisted, trying to get away, realizing he made a huge mistake. But Derek forced his ass to face him and already had his cock out.

Derek didn't care if Stiles wanted this, his new life would be taking his cock forever. He tried shoving his cock straight into Stiles ass, making him scream, but it didn't go in. Derek released some pheromones to get Stiles to slick up and tried pushing with a constant force instead. Slowly, as Stiles burst into tears, Derek's cock head pushed through the tight rim and into the hole.

"No, no, no, please I don't want this."

"Shut up." Derek roughly smacked the back of Stiles head, which slammed into the mattress.

Derek refocused on his dick and continued pressing his large member into the whore. The fuck-slave's rim was red and taut, barely being able to take the cock. Derek was huge as an alpha.

"I'm gonna fucking destroy you." Derek roughly shoved his cock in, making it halfway. 

"ANHG! Stiles screamed. He was terrified. 

Derek shoved in again with more force.

"GUUH!" Stiles sobbed as Derek was sheathed completely inside.

"Pathetic fucking whore." He started slamming in on every word. "Take this cock."

"Waa-aa-aah!" Stiles wailed into the blankets around him. His stomach hurt already from the size and pounding from Derek. Stiles moved his hand to his belly and felt the imprint of his cock getting shoved deeply in and out of him.

Unable to grab his short hair, Derek grabbed Stiles by the nostrils and pulled his head back. He fucked Stiles in and out, making sure he knew he was owned. Stiles the stupid slut looked at him open-mouth and in tears, his body forced to do near impossible things. Derek decided he would make it harder.

"Aaahck!" Derek shoved fingers into Stiles open mouth, still pounding into his ass ferociously, and tried getting them as deep as possible. Derek had three fingers near the back of Stiles throat when Stiles convulsed and threw up on Derek's hand and into the bed.

Derek was crazed at the sight, he moved his hands to the bitch's asscheeks and pulled all the way out. Then, he immediately slammed back in, he repeated this over and over as the dumb fucking omega cried harder with each thrust.

Finally, he felt his release coming. He slammed in and out a few more times then once more he pulled out then in, and stayed there. Cum sprayed out of his tip deep inside his cum dumpster, it tried squirming away but Derek forced him down. Derek was feeling his knot come in and stayed inside the bitch as it expanded.

"No, no, ah, ah," The whore cried but every breath he took just added more sensation to Derek's dick. He was gonna stay tied to the bitch for the whole day.

Stiles woke up hot and he realized where he was. His face was smushed in his own vomit. He wanted to cry again but realized Derek was still knotted inside him. He swallowed and noticed how scratchy his voice was from the screaming and vomit.

This was going to be his new life.

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Derek woke up with the satisfying feeling of his cock being warm by his whore's hole. He shifted slightly and noticed his knot was still semi-inflated.

He backed out slowly, watching the rim catch on the largest part of his knot and be pulled on before letting his cock free.

What followed was a flood of cum pooling out of the bitch's ass. It was somewhat pinkish, which was expected with how Derek forced his way in. 

Derek then noticed his own need to piss. This was perfect, he wanted to show complete ownership over his cum dump, so he would make a piss claim over it too.

He stood up and pointed his cock to the cunts sleeping head, and started to release.

Stiles hadn't been asleep for a while, he was too scared to move or make any noise when he felt Derek get up, but now he was getting hit by water? He turned his head to see what was happening and was hit in the eyes with... piss!

Stiles has never felt more disgusting, he needed to get away now! He tried moving his legs but couldn't manage it. Then he tried hiding his face away from the stream.

"If you're awake you'll take my piss." Derek grabbed his head with both hands and centered it so that his cock was directly in front of Stiles. More pee splashed on his face and he still tried to turn his face away.

"Little whore wants to be punished?" Derek stopped his stream and stared threateningly at the bitch. "Open your mouth."

The fucking cunt didn't open up, so Derek tightened two fingers over it's nostrils until it took a breath, with that he shoved his cock in.

"You'll swallow this or I'll hurt you." Derek continued his stream, really he was being lenient by not shoving his cock all the way down it's throat, the bitch could take it. Amazingly, the bitch actually swallowed the piss as it came.

It didn't last long as Derek didn't drink too much water before he fucked the whore, but he was still satisfied it was capable.

Really, he didn't need someone who wanted it, just someone who could take it without breaking completely. 

Ugh, he needed to shower.

Stiles was abandoned by Derek to shower. At first he was sitting on the bed, still shocked at what happened. Then he tried laying back down but felt the different squelches of the sheets from his vomit, Derek's piss, and Derek's cum. 

He tried to get out of Derek's den but fell halfway on the floor, his legs still on the bed as his piss and vomit covered face was on the floor. He decided to stay there as trying to move his destroyed body was useless.

Then Derek came back out of the shower. 

His dumb fucking whore was trying to leave the den. Derek would make this quick. 

He took his cock out and reinserted it into the slots sloppy hole. It squelched as it took the full length in. Derek used the awkward position to grab the fucker's ass and pounded into it like before. 

"Hah, hah, hah, ungh." The cunt panted at the intrusion. Derek continued at his usual pace for a few minutes.

Once he felt his climax he thrusted harder once, twice, then came. He pulled out of the whore and let it fall completely to the floor with a harsh thud. If the bitch wanted to leave, it wasn't like it could get far anyways.

He was hungry and wanted to eat, so he left the room. The bitch would eat at a later time.

"How's your whore?" Asked Laura as he entered the kitchen.

"It didn't expect me."

"We all heard it last night." Cora said, probably annoyed at a lack of sleep. The house was still being worked on and wasn't completely soundproof. 

"He's cute,"

"You're not getting to fuck it." 

"I'm your elder! I just want to see him!"

"The bitch belongs to me." Derek decided on cereal for today.

"Whatever, Erica and Boyd said they want to see him too."

"It won't have visitors for a while."

"You can't tell me you're going to keep him in your den forever." 

"Not forever, just until I'm satiated."

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Stiles thinks it's been a week. He's been fucked daily. His hole hurts and so does his stomach from the way his insides are rearranged constantly.

He's forced to stay in the den. Can't even go to the connected bathroom in the room. Derek gave him a bucket, yes a steel bucket to do his business in. Half the time he uses it to just release the cum out of him as Derek doesn't care for cleaning him out.

He hasn't showered or washed in a week either. He knows he must stink of sex and bodily fluids.

Stiles is surprised he hasn't prolapsed with size of Derek, but he supposes he was made to take it. He misses his family and his friends, but hasn't cried for them yet. He thinks it's because he doesn't want to come to terms with his new situation yet.

Derek's back.

"Open that mouth." Stiles opened immediately. Derek shoved his half hard cock in, reaching the back of his throat. "I haven't deepthroated you yet."

Stiles started crying. He hated oral. Still remembers the fear he had when drinking Derek's piss. 

Derek moved slowly in his mouth, getting his dick to stand to full attention. Then he tried jabbing into his throat. Ow. Ow. Ow. Derek tried over and over with small thrusts to get it part but couldn't manage. Stiles knew this was bad for him.

"Fucking whore take it!" Derek grabbed Stiles head and forced his dick through his throat. Stiles choked on the intrusion. "There we go, now I'm gonna fuck this little throat of yours."

Derek took some of his inches out, then thrusted back in and did it over and over.

"Ghk! Guk! Hhck! Ghk! Guak guak guak guakguakguakguakguakguak!" Derek was rerelentless. Stiles couldn't breath.

"HHRCK" Derek hit his uvula, then again, "HHRCKA" Stiles was gonna throw up! Derek was trying to make him puke with his cock! He hit it again.

"BLLECK BBLICK BLOUUH". He was throwing up on Derek's cock. Derek made sure to this time to shove deep inside his throat, making the vomit envelope his dick before erupting out of Stiles mouth. 

Stiles weirdly felt more fill him, and realized Derek had cum at the puke, at least it'll be over soon.

"Gonna knot your whore face!" Stiles wanted to die. He couldn't handle a knot in his mouth, having it in his ass hurt so badly, he really didn't want this to happen, but if he tried anything Derek would take it further. He felt the knot expand in his mouth, it was huge and he had to open wide to accommodate it. Oh no it was hitting his uvula. 

Stiles puked again, and again, in spurts, every time his mouth convulsed from puke it would puke again from convulsing and hitting the knot. Vomit was exploding out of his face, he basically retched up Derek's load, but food was coming up as well. It was disgusting and Derek was laughing at this. But Stiles couldn't get a breath in from the puke and the knot was starting to suffocate him. He started to panic and retched up more. And Derek made a boisterous cackle at it. Stiles started seeing fuzzy...

This was fucking hilarious, the dumb slut couldn't take his knot and started vomiting incessantly, Derek was beside himself at the sight, laughing as it tried to get out of it. Then it seemed to accept the knot and stopped moving. 

It sorta slumped down and after collecting himself, Derek realized he wasn't breathing! His knot quickly shrinked back up and he pulled out of Stiles' mouth. Vomit and spit followed but Stiles didn't wake up. Shit.

Derek still heard his pulse, not extremely steady but not faint either, then Stiles coughed. Thank the gods.

Stiles fell into a coughing fit and tried taking in deep breaths at the same time. It was kinda pathetic, and Derek started to feel bad. He didn't want to be careful but forgot Stiles wasn't as strong as he was. Derek really could kill him if he wasn't careful. Total boner killing thought.

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up." It had been a week and Derek wasn't as turned on by the smell anymore. He carried Stiles to the bathtub and turned it on warm water, then put Stiles in. Stiles really looked disgusting too, with cum crusted in his hair as well as vomit from the first night, his hole wasn't much better and with the way Derek refused to give him toilet paper, you can imagine other stuff was on him. His rut stupor was finally ending, which meant a ton of cleanup.

He tried to wash Stiles gently, but Stiles shivered and flinched at every touch. This somewhat turned him on, but he needed to focus. He carefully washed the grime from his hair and body, but when he reached that ass... Sure he cleaned it, then immediately put his cock in.

Stiles' ass was perched off the side of the bathtub, fucked once again by Derek. He thought it was finally over while being washed, then he saw that look in Derek's eyes over his butt and knew it never would be.

He panted softly as Derek fucked him with a moderate pace, Derek was holding onto his ass while Stiles was holding himself up by the arms inside the tub, water splashing around as he tried keeping himself up at every thrust. Then Derek finally spent himself inside Stiles. 

"Sorry, that hole is always gonna be full."

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Derek felt kinda bad at his treatment of his whore. Then again it was extremely hot to force Stiles to take his dick, his rim was always red and angry while being fucked in Derek's rut, and he couldn't handle a cock in his mouth. Derek was getting turned on again, but decided to not act on it.

Stiles was currently sitting at the table eating like he hadn't for days. Derek fed him before, but it was mostly what was leftover in the fridge and was given only after Derek fucked him thoroughly. Stiles was given his own clothes after the shower although Derek could smell his semen leaking out of his whore and in his underwear. He was having more trouble not just fucking him there.

Everyone at the table could smell it. Laura, Cora, Erica, and Boyd were at the table watching his omega eat. This was their first time getting to see him in person. It was lunch food, being midday, and was prepared by his sister Laura. Just some sandwiches and a salad, but he appreciated the work done. Especially after being in rut.

Derek's rut was twice a year and usually last a week, with symptoms starting the week before. Which is probably why he agreed to take on Stiles in the first place, he also really liked the idea of someone to fuck whenever he wanted, but the realities of his actions were coming down. Like how Stiles could be pregnant soon. Derek knotted him a lot and never cleaned his cum out... if he was pregnant Derek would force Stiles to keep it though, as he needed to rebuild the family line as the Alpha. 

"So, nice of you to let him out." Cora said. She looked slightly uncomfortable at Stiles.

"Well, my rut is mostly over so I'll let him do other things now." 

"Like what?" Erica asked.

"I wouldn't mind some help in the kitchen." Laura pointed out before he could think of what Stiles could actually do.

"I guess he can start there, as long as you watch him."

"That's great, I'm an awesome cook!" Stiles tried to interject with a smile, but the pack just looked at him with an annoyed expression and continued on other topics. He looked downturned back to his food. Derek slapped the back of his head for speaking.

There were still expectations of how an omega slave acts around others, and it was to be as silent and unnoticeable as possible.

"Well I can't wait to hunt this full moon... Will Stiles join us?" Boyd said with genuine curiosity as he tried to look at Stiles neck.

"Ah, I don't want to turn him."

"Why not?" Erica asked.

"I like his human form and don't want to ruin it." Plus, the omega would be at a far larger strength disadvantage as a human.

Stiles was finally out of the sex room, but he still wasn't allowed out of the house, and he was still sore and moved slow from being constantly broken into the past week. It had infact been a full week where he was fucked daily, but he also realized Derek fucked him in his rut, so he hoped the majority of his time would be different.

He was excited about seeing other people but forgot his new place when speaking out. He thought that because Derek's younger sister was an outspoken omega, that he would be able to talk, but another one of his assumptions were wrong. It really hurt to be smacked.

Still, he was glad Derek didn't want to turn him either.

Currently, Stiles was sitting on a stool in front of the stove watching a soup boil. Laura was to the side of him cutting up ingredients and out them in, and Stiles was supposed to watch it and make sure it didn't overboil as Laura realized she needed to by bread to eat with dinner.

Cora passed by and gave him a nasty face before going to the pantry and grabbing a bag of chips. 

Then Derek came into the kitchen. "She has you here all alone!?". Why was he angry?

"Wwhat?"

Derek roughly grabbed him and twisted him to the side, "You didn't do anything did you?"

"No. No! What would I even do? I can barely sit on this stool, let alone walk around and search the kitchen." 

Derek took the ladle out of his hand and got it full with the soup, then he forced it in Stiles mouth.

"Ow! That burns!" And the soup from the spoon spilled down his front.

"You don't know what burns are." Derek got another spoonful in the ladle, "Eat it."

"Okay," Stiles swallowed the soup down and it burned down his throat.

"Get off the stool." Derek didn't even wait for Stiles to move before pushing him down roughly to the floor. Then Derek returned the stool to its place under the kitchen island and took control over the soup.

When Laura came in moments later she asked, "What happened?"

"You left him alone with the food, Laura."

"Yeah, he can handle it."

"I told you to watch him, we can't trust he won't do anything." 

"He's fine, he can't even stand properly." 

"That's not the point, anything can happen!"

"You're being to diligent!  I left for a moment to get more bread! Just cause Katherine-" Laura stopped as soon as she said the name. It was hard to tell from his position on the floor but he could tell the both of them reacted strongly to the name. "Baby brother I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay, I just don't want to lose this."

"I know, I'm sorry, I can make sure someone's watching hom in the kitchen."

Stiles was so confused as the interaction.

Later that night, after dinner, Derek led Stiles back to the den.

"No! Why!" He turned around and begged Derek.

"Because I still own you, I'm still gonna fuck you every night.

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"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," Stiles wasn't surprised that he took Derek's cock so fast by now. There was so much going through his head as Derek pistoned in and out of him.

This was a huge mistake, he didn't want to be kept as a sex-slave. He wanted to be protected and taken care of and thought Derek would have understood it. He was wrong, he should have just accepted an offer from someone he knew, if only Scott were and Alpha then he wouldn't have to worry about getting fucked at all.

"AUngh!" Stiles screamed as Derek rammed in hard. Taking on a new pace and harsher position.

"Focus on the fucking, not whatever's in your head." Derek needed his whore to pay attention to his cock, take it even when he didn't want to and push it to the forefront of his whole being. 

It was sickening how easily his cock slid in and out with ease. Derek needed to be faced with some resistance. Stiles would probably need a week or two to recuperate his hole to it's original tightness, but Derek was impatient and unlikely to go that long without using his toy. He had another idea for tonight.

Derek tightened a hand around Stiles throat. "I need you tighter." He squeezed and was met with some resistance inside Stiles.

"Aachk!" He gasped and tried pulling at Derek's hand. But Stiles was a human, and Derek a wolf, so Stiles only acted in vain.

Derek fucked into Stiles in a position with their heads down to the blankets, hand grabbing his throat, and their hips high, but he only took that as a challenge to pump his all into the whore and increased his force.

FWOP FWOP FWOP 

"Yeah, take it all in!" 

"HNNGH UNNGH UNNGG!" Derek's hand was still on that neck, but his was pushing in with all his might into that ass and got it to pound into the mattress.

Stiles tried getting away at the assault by curling in on himself but Derek only curled with him and fucked him with his cock closer and less inches coming in and out than before. Still making sure that hand was on that neck, giving some room for breaths but also squeezing when he needed more tightness. 

"Ghk, ghk" Stiles started to choke, and Derek was nearly finished, so he squeezed his neck just a little bit more and came. He didn't want to bother with a knot though, he was still mad at the whore for being left alone in the kitchen earlier, and didn't want to tie them together because of that.

After being cummed inside of, Derek got off of him and laid down on the other side of his bed. Stiles wasn't knotted to sleep like usual and only made his thoughts arise again. The bed had been cleaned, still smelling of Derek but not stained with his or Stiles fluids.

He sorta wanted to be held by Derek, he had found some comfort in the tied cuddles after sex. Maybe that would only be a rut thing...

What was with the name Katherine? Why did it cause that reaction in Laura and Derek? Ugh he can feel Derek's cum slide out of him. Stiles shifted uncomfortably.

Why couldn't he be treated with some respect? He misses his family. His dad who always tried protecting him. Scott who was always there. And Melissa was a nurturing figure even if she wasn't his own mother. Gods, this would never be something his mom wanted for him or what anyone who loved him wanted for him. Stiles started tearing up.

He just wanted safety! He was required by law to have an alpha or be randomly placed with one. He should have chosen better,  given himself more time, wished his dad was never hurt and that Stiles was in the situation in the first place! The tears weren't stopping. 

Why was no alpha kind hearted enough to help him without hurting him. All the alphas in highschool made crude jokes withhow they'd fuck him, and Jackson even threaten to kill him. That fear made him pick a man like Derek, someone who should have been more mature than incessant lust, he was so wrong.

He wanted his dad, wanted to see Scott and Melissa again, do something other than lay in bed or sit around waiting to be fucked. Stiles was miserable, wished he were killed, and sobbed quietly into the covers.

Derek couldn't sleep due to the sound of the omega crying, he had pushed too far again he supposed.

Gently, he tried brushing a hand over the omega's face, he flinched but accepted it. Derek wiped his thumb over still flowing tears back and forth. He wasn't sure what to do.

Sighing, he moved closer to hug Stiles on the bed and kiss his forehead. "Shhhhh.". Derek gave a couple more kisses trying to comfort the omega. Then he just layed there with him.

Luckily, Stiles had calmed down and was falling asleep into the crook of Derek's neck, Derek probably should give him a break.

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In the comings weeks following the end of Derek's rut, Stiles found himself to be extremely bored. He was fucked by Derek every night, although it was less violent than before. Derek knotted him occasionally and they would fall asleep tied together, but there were also times where he would just spoon him to sleep after just a blowjob.

Stiles still felt very sad though, he wanted to see his family, but wasn't sure how to ask. Right now, he was pacing around in the dining room, he couldn't find anyone and he was hungry but scared he might get in trouble for being in the kitchen. But no one was around... no one was in the house.

Last night Derek didn't sleep with him at all, it was around 6pm when he was directed to the room but Derek never joined him. He remembered looking into the full moon and hearing the wolves cry out and felt left out and ostracized. But it was the early morning now, the pack hadn't return yet but could be out for far later. Maybe, just maybe, Stiles could just leave.

Running upstairs he grabbed the duffle bag, his important pictures and memories were in that one and he grabbed some clothes out of the drawer he was given as well. He should leave now while he had the chance! Go and see Scott and Melissa and see how his father is doing in the hospital. 

Stiles ran down the stairs and out the door, bag over his shoulder, following the driveway out to the main road. Forest meant wolves, he wasn't dumb. Stiles tried to remember the three weeks ago when he was first brought to the house. 

He thought he was going the right direction and tried to sense the air to recognize anything familiar, but he couldn't. He decided to go further.

Stiles walked by the side of the road to a sign and recognized the cross section! He ran up and knew this road led to the center of Beacon Hills! From this he could get to Scott's house!

Stiles ran and ran, pushing himself farther as he recognized the scenery. The sun was higher and it had to have been two hours since he left, hopefully Scott hadn't left for school yet and Stiles could see him!

Finally he was at Scott's house. He ran up to the door and was met with Scott opening it, leaving. 

"Scott!" Stiles was ecstatic. 

"Stiles? What are you doing here?"

"I ran away!"

"Ran away? You're here alone?" 

"Yes!"

"Why would you do that, it's dangerous!"

"Because I couldn't handle being in that house anymore!"

"Wait why?"

"Because all he does is fuck me or ignore me! I can't do anything!"

"Stiles you have to go back."

"Are you kidding?"

"I can't keep you here, things could happen!"

"Scott, I can't believe this, you're my best friend! I need you!"

"There are more things at stake than who owns you."

"Psh! Like what?"

Scott didn't reply and instead took his phone out. 

"Scott what are you doing?"

He dialed a number and brought the phone to his face, "I know, he's here.". Scott was calling to say where he was, to the people he ran away from. 

"You didn't. Scott why?" Stiles began to cry.

"Because Derek offered to turn me! Stiles, we can be pack together! I'm still in a trial period and I need to be in his favor."

"No, you called them for you! If you're a wolf then you won't have asthma anymore! That's the real reason and you know that!"

"It's not like you haven't been offered either!"

"He hasn't! Derek doesn't want to make me one, said so himself!"

A car pulled up to the drive way, Derek's Camero.

"Scott please don't let him take me!"

"I'm sorry..."

"STILES!" Derek yelled as he exited the car. He ran up to him and grabbed him by the back of his neck.

"Ah!" Stiles was pushed down slightly at the force.

"I would have found him on my own, but it's worthy that you told me." 

"Yeah," Scott smiled at that.

Stiles was utterly betrayed.

After being shoved roughly in the camero, the car ride was silent back.

Derek looked mad. Really mad.

Stiles was terrified. 

When Derek drove into the driveway to the house and stopped the car, he took in a big sigh.

"You belong to me. Stiles you are MY WHORE!" Derek was yelling at him. "YOU CAN'T GO BACK! EVER!"

"Mmph" Stiles sobbed at his anger, "I-I'm so-sorry,"

"I don't CARE if you're SORRY!" Derek slammed Stiles face into the dashboard. Stiles nose ran red and he busted his top lip open.

"Ah. Ugh." Blood was pouring out of his face and into his mouth.

"You will never see them again."

"W-what no-o-o!" Stiles voice warbled.

"Get out of the car."

"Please, please Derek I just wanted to see them." Stiles pleaded with him as he was shoved upstairs. "Please, I've been so alone!"

"Shut up."

"You don't want me unless you want to fuck me! After that I'm ignored! I can't talk to anyone else! You won't let me! Even when im helping Laura she doesn't want me talking! I can't take it!"

Derek opened the door to the den and shoved Stiles into the bed. 

"You are gonna be punished hard for what you did today."

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Derek had tried easing up on his slut. Had fucked him with less ferociousness, let him sleep longer, and tried trusting him to be alone in the house. And the bitch went and decided to leave. He was going to destroy his whore's hole in a way he hadn't done before. He was gonna pull his knot.

The cunt was still crying and begging with blood all over its face on the bed, trying to get Derek to stop. Its hands were smacking at Derek's arms and shoulders as he tore off the bitch's pants. Immediately after he took his cock out and angled it to that hole.

"AAAAAANGH!" The slut cried out as Derek pushed in, the hole hadn't been used for three days and was harder to get inside. Then his tip popped in and he sheathed the rest of himself in.

"You deserve this." Derek said to the whore and started pounding in and out.

"AH-AH-AH-UNG-UNG-UNH-UGH-AH!" The bitch screamed out, his hole wasn't quite ready for Derek's cock, and that only made him harder as he fucked with a punishing pace. 

"You belong to me!" Derek grabbed the whore's neck and pistoned in him, choking it while forcing his cock in and out.

"Ghhk!" The slut made noises at its throat but it was clear it was giving up in trying to stop this. It had bloodshot eyes staring into Derek as its face got redder color.

Derek held onto the bitch's throat for a few more seconds, then released. It took in a huge gasp at the freedom from its neck, but didn't otherwise try to get out of his struggle. Derek moved his hands back to its hips and pulled the whore's body off and onto his cock. Then fucked him at the same time. 

Derek was getting ready to cum, but that wouldn't be the end. He fucked the whore ruthlessly for a couple more moments then came while still moving in and out of the bitch. As he felt his knot expanding, he still fucked into it.

Derek felt more resistance in his whore's rim as his knot inflated so he took one last plunge into the hole, leaving his dick completely inside.

"Mmph, uunnngh" Stiles gasped at the knot, there was still blood all over his face from the nosebleed and his whole body was hurting from the man handling. He was scared as the knot expanded while he was still being fucked and that it would tear him apart, but Derek finally stopped his movements. Even though it was still day out, Stiles was exhausted and wanted to sleep.

Then Derek starting pulling out, with his knot still inflated. 

"AH! What are you!" Stiles tried grabbing at Derek again, his hole couldn't take a knot getting pulled out of him!

"Stay still!" Derek grabbed Stiles and then twisted his body around so that now his back was facing Derek and his face was to the covers. This also caused a twisting in his insides and left him seized up in the sensation.

Derek still tried pulling his knot out! Stiles tried moving but Derek had a tight hold over him. Hands harshly on his butt as he tried pulling out.

The sight was amazing,  his whore's rim was being pulled along with the knot, and would not release it. Derek watched the hole as he tried pulling back but couldn't get out, looking for where the breaking point could be. 

Pulling back as far it he could, he saw that hole stretch, and rammed back in. Then he immediately pulled out as far as he could go, the knot still catching at the entrance. He repeated this over and over, listening to the "Ungh!.. Ungh!.. Ungh!.." From his whore's mouth.

Derek could feel more of his knot exit and return to the hole. He knew it wouldn't be long until he could pull out completely. He fucked the bitch with his knot until he felt an odd give, and by the next pull out his cock fell out completely. 

What followed was a flood of cum out of the hole. Derek watched as the entrance pulsed in the release of cum, it was unable to tighten up and hide its insides.

Derek fingered the destroyed rim, it was almost inside out. "Push out."

squelch the hole prolapsed into Derek's hand. Derek moved the flesh around until his whore sucked it back into itself.

"Push out again." 

"Ah, it hurts,"

Derek decided he would punish his whore further and put his fist to the hole. He used his strength to punch up inside it.

"GUH!"

Derek punched up more.

"ARRAAAHG!" Stiles screamed louder than before and tried getting Derek out of him. Derek's forearm was in two thirds of the way but slipped out mostly at the movement. Derek pushed his hand in slower to about halfway with his forearm.

Stiles was sobbing but Derek stilled his hand. He tried looking at Derek to see why he could hear the slap of skin and panting behind him.

Derek was using his free hand to jerk off. Stiles hoped this meant it would he over soon. Then he felt the arm in him move back and forth, shoving him around at every push and pull.

This continued on for a few minutes, his body shoved around by Derek, enthralled his hand inside him, and rubbing his cock to release.

Finally, Derek's huffing above him hitched and he felt semen spurt onto his back. Derek took a couple breaths then pulled out his hand. Stiles tried turning around to see the damage left on it but he couldn't move his lower body at all.

From what he could glean, there was no huge amount of blood on the arm. Omega bodies were very adaptive. Still his face and ass hurt and Derek abandoned him on the bed to clean up.

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Stiles was resting, twitching, on the bed. Derek just got out of the bathroom from washing his hands of the mess. He was still so angry at that bitch for leaving. 

With one more look at the figure, he left the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

 Laura was waiting at the table, Erica, Cora, and Boyd were at school.

"How far did you take it?" She asked.

"Far enough." Derek replied succinct and emotionless.

After an abated breath, Laura looked to say something. Stopped, then began to say, "Maybe you should treat him better. If that was the reason he left in the first place."

"Laura, he's my whore, I can do what I want with him."

"Derek, he doesn't even go to school."

"His purpose isn't focused on that,"

"What is... his purpose?"

"To have sex with him."

"But what happens when he's pregnant?"

"Then he'll be pregnant,"

"Are you seriously going to have children with someone you don't even treat as human?"

"He doesn't deserve it!"

"Why not!"

"Because humans hurt us!"

"What about when you were going to turn his friend!"

"That was before I realized he has to never even think about seeing his family again."

"But you were doing it for him."

"Yes! But it wasn't like I was ever going to turn Stiles himself!"

"Oh so you were just going to give him a friend like you would for a pet?"

"I don't know why you're so upset, omegas are expected to be kept and bred!"

"What if it were Cora?"

"She's different, we have connections and she'll never have to resort to that."

"So you'll still treat Stiles awful knowing that others want to do the exact thing to our sister."

Derek didn't reply to this.

Laura took a deep breath and gulped, "I think, you're just fucked up from what Kate did to you. Even before the fire."

Derek looked darkly at this and to Laura, "You don't get to say how what she did affected me... You knew what was happening."

"God! Derek I tried telling you that she was only going to hurt you! And look! She did! She hurt all of us and now you're putting your guilt on a 16 year old boy!"

Derek slammed the table, causing a huge crack, "Shut up!"

Laura got a rise out of him, and he was panting trying to calm himself out of his anger. 

"Is that what you wanted! To make me mad? I am not going to change because no one deserves to see it! I wasn't changed by her! Laura, I wasn't!"

"If you say so." And Laura left the table and out of the house.

Stiles was sort of in and out of consciousness, he heard yelling earlier but now it was silent. God his ass hurt.

He tried to finger his hole to see if he was bleeding and was shocked at how open it was. He was utterly destroyed.

He felt emotionally destroyed too. He should have just asked to see his family rather than run away, he knew that now. But he would never see them again and Scott would never be a wolf and he'd never have someone on his side through this torture.

He wondered how the rest of them managed with Derek, albeit they weren't being fucked by him, they were still under his control. Why would they respect such an angry man?

If Stiles ever got pregnant, how would he come to terms with their father hating him, what if Derek hated their baby?

Thinking of babies and pregnancy made him focus of his stomach, which hurt to hell. He started sobbing again, face stuck into the pillows as he still couldn't move his lower portion. What if he was already pregnant and this would cause a miscarriage? Why did Derek have to treat him so bad? He's never even gotten a place to make a nest! 

The drying semen on his back was getting irritating, but he couldn't move his body enough to get it off. He sobbed more at this.

Then Derek walked back in. He still looked furious.

"Get up." Derek demanded. 

"Uhg, I can't." Stiles said through sobbing g breaths.

Derek grabbed him by the arm and tried raising him up, but as soon as Stiles was off of the bed, his legs couldn't hold him up and he fell to the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" He screamed.

"I want to be alone."

"Well I don't have any place for myself!" Stikes was being held up by Derek, legs barely standing up.

Derek dragged Stiles into his walk-in closet and shoved him on the floor. Then he closed the door. Stiles tried shuffling back to the door, which took a few minutes, the tried to speak.

"Derek?" But Stiles only heard gasping on the other side. It wasn't the same as when they'd be having sex... It was like Derek was... crying. 

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After everything Derek did to him, Derek was the one losing it?

Stiles could hear Derek crying out and yelling at times. He sat on the other side of the door taking in pained breaths. Why was HE so upset? Stiles was the one knotted and fisted, he should be crying out in anguish, not him! But his body hurt so much that he was too exhausted to cry anymore. Just enough energy to sit there and listen to someone else's cries as he started to lose consciousness again.

Fuck. After the words Laura said to him Derek couldn't help but lose it. He tore up his bedroom in that fit. Needed to regain control and make an outlet for his anger. 

Needed to tear away those memories of what Katherine did to him. Of that torture.

Pushing Stiles away was probably a good idea, the boy had taken his punishment for trying to get away. And, despite everything, Derek didn't want to kill him.

He should see if he's okay. He seemed to take him well enough, the fisting was probably overboard but Derek needed to show how Stiles was owned by him.

He opened the door to the closet and Stiles slumped over as it opened wider. Fuck. 

"Stiles?"

Stiles only took in deep breaths with a feverish body. Derek got closer to him. He looked to be in worse shape than earlier. Shit. It was so hot seeing himself rearranged Stiles' insides, but now he had to deal with the fallout of taking it too far.

"You really did a number on him." Deaton said after performing his inspection. 

Deaton owned the local omega health clinic. He got Cora on the strongest suppressants when she first presented two years ago, Stiles of course was taken off of his at Derek's discretion. It was easier for him to take a knot that way.

"Are you able to help him?" 

"I can help him," Deaton responded then trailed on, "Derek I know I'm not obliged to report the status of whores, but please tell me you'll let him rest once he returns home."

"For how long?"

"Two weeks, at least. Two months is preferable, but I suppose he is a male omega."

Derek took a sigh, "Okay, I won't fuck him for two weeks." 

"And does he have a nest yet?"

Derek looked blankly at Deaton, why did a nest matter?

"Well a nest is preferable when an omega is healing."

"He's been sleeping in my den, should I take him there?"

"Maybe a space of hid own would be better."

"Deaton, he tried running away when I gave him space."

"I'm sure there's some place you could put him where you still had an eye on him." 

Derek thought about this, he didn't want Stiles in the spare room as it was too far away from Derek's den, but he also didn't want to slow Stiles healing process if he could. 

Stiles woke up feeling awful. He was parched and needed to pee. He didn't quite realize where he was, he thought he'd be back in Derek's bed, but he wasn't. Instead, he noticed the similar door he was slumped over on how ever long ago and realized he was in Derek's closet. 

There weren't any clothes in the room anymore, though. Stiles reasoned this was a safe place to sleep in, dark and quiet. He tried getting up but was still having trouble. The closet was large enough to fit a twin sized bed at the far end, and still have over half the space left. Stiles really didn't want to hobble over to the door, it seemed so far away.

The door knob drew open and Derek was there.

"You shouldn't be up right now."

"I need to pee."

"You can use the bucket." Derek motioned towards the floor.

Stiles looked and saw the bucket Derek made him use during his rut. "I don't want to use that ever again."

"Do you want me to carry you to the toilet?"

Stiles had no other choice, "Yes."

Derek held Stiles up as he relieved himself. Stiles had been asleep for two days, it made sense he would need to go, Derek just thought he would have appreciated doing alone in his nesting room.

After dealing with Stiles at Deaton's, Derek did some remodeling to his room. First he had to clean up the destruction from his outburst, then he emptied his closet and tried to put the necessities for a basic nest. He put Stiles things in there too, but made sure to hide the bags they were transported in.

Derek never really thought much about Stiles having his own space before, but thought this arrangement would be the best for Derek's comfort and Stiles to heal. 

"I'm done. Can I wash my hands now?"

Derek carried Stiles to the sink.

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Derek was having a hard time putting down the urges to fuck Stiles. It had been ten days and he was feeling pent up.

Stiles was sleeping in his nest, he rarely got out unless it was to eat or go to the restroom, not wanting to interact with anyone, which Derek encouraged.

Derek so badly wanted to burst into the omega's nest and fuck the shit out of him, make his ass spread tight around his cock, but he didn't want to disturb Stiles in what Derek decided would be his private place. But Derek was barely handling himself, he was starting in front of the door to Stiles and rubbing one out. 

He could hear Stiles breathing in his sleep and tried to hone in on it as he masterbaited. He thought of the gaping hole he gave Stiles last time and jerked himself harder. Just a few more days and he could fuck that hole again. He couldn't go as hard as he did, but he was still excited to put Stiles in his place as his whore again. That excitement brought him to finish, spurting his cum all over Stiles' door.

Derek didn't clean it up, wanting to leave his mark as close as he could for now, and when Stiles left his nest the later that day, he could only grumble at the sight as Derek watched him with predatory eyes. 

Four more days.

Stiles was sleeping a lot, not only to heal but because he had nothing else to do. His body didn't hurt as bad as it did when Derek first fisted him, and he was no longer limping, so he could freely move around the house... he just didn't want to. Sleeping meant he didn't have to deal with the situation he was in.

He felt like something else was coming soon, too. After seeing how Derek left his cum on the door to his nest yesterday, it only made his feelings worse. He could tell the alpha was trying to hold back, but he doubted how well Derek actually would. 

It would be three more days until he was 'healed' enough to get fucked again.

Derek was at the dinner table, Laura had just put the last plate down, and Stiles was standing by the entrance. Stiles never joined for dinner after the fisting, only eating leftovers after everyone else was done. And Derek didn't mind. 

Today though, so close to when he'd be able to fuck his toy again, he wanted Stiles to be near him.

"Are you going to eat dinner?"

"Um, can I sit at the table?"

Derek nodded. "Come sit by me."

The rest of the pack sat down soon after as they ate, Derek laid an arm around Stiles, rubbing his hand around his neck glands. Stiles squirmed uncomfortably as the pack did their best to ignore it.

Derek moved closer to Stiles and whispered, "Two more days and I can fuck you."

Stiles was going back to his nest after grabbing a late night snack from then kitchen. When he first left his nest, he passed by Derek sleeping and was expecting him to still be there. He wasn't though. 

Instead Derek was standing naked at the front of the door to Stiles nest.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked nervously. 

"Its almost 12." Derek motioned to the analog clock that read 11:51.

Stiles took a second to understand what that meant and realized Derek was waiting to fuck him. 

"I'm not ready." Stiles said and tried getting past Derek. But he was stopped by him as Derek grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the wall.

"Just a few more minutes." Derek's cock was throbbing hard against Stiles. Derek then started to remove Stiles clothing as he resisted. 

Stiles tried getting out of his grasp as his shirt was taken off, then tried to fight and kick once his pants were being removed and he managed to get away even as he fell down, his pants now at his ankles.

He tried reaching for the door to his nest but Derek picked him back up.

"No! Stop!" Stiles yelled as he was thrown into Derek's bed. Derek removed his pants and now Stiles was completely naked.

He was scared as Derek pushed his forearm against Stiles neck.

"Don't move." Derek told him as he angled his cock to his hole, bur didn't enter immediately. Instead, Derek was looking at something, and Stiles looked as best as he could and saw Derek was staring at the clock. It read 11:58.

"Derek, please be gentle, I don't want it to hurt." Stiles could feel Derek's cock twitching at his hole.

"No promises." Derek said as it hit 11:59. He made a mix of a hum and growl as his legs shifted from side to side, waiting for that last minute to be up. Derek's arm put more pressure on Stiles neck and he wrapped his hands around it in begging. Stiles lied there anxiously as the seconds passed, Derek's face just above him.

12:00

Then, Derek started pushing in. His head popped in easier than Stiles thought it would, and Stiles gasped at it. Derek's arm was still on Stiles neck, and Stiles wrapped hands tightened as he felt Derek push in further. 

"Huuuu" Derek sighed as he slide in, his face an inch off of Stiles. He could feel the warmth of Derek's breath on his face.

Stiles felt completely encapsulated by Derek. His legs were spread open, resting on either side of Derek's torso. Derek's arm that wasn't around his neck was lying next to Stiles' head, and all Stiles wished was that this intimacy was of a loving embrace.

Derek was still moving slow, only now being inside completely. He pulled out slowly halfway, and pushed in with the same pace. Stiles eyes were welling as his want of love grew bigger. 

"Mmph" Stiles tried to stifle a sob. This made Derek pay attention to him.

"Why're you crying?" Derek waited for an answer, but Stiles didn't respond. "I'm being gentle." Derek said at the silence.

"It doesn't hurt. I just..." Stiles looked around at the dark with watery eyes.

"Just what?" Derek asked and it seemed so soft.

"Wanna be taken care of." Stiles said into Derek's eyes. He moved his hands off of Derek's arm and tentatively placed them against Derek's side. "Wanna feel loved."

Derek didn't move. When Stiles looked back up at his face, Derek was giving him a strange look. Stiles started to take his hands off but Derek spoke up, "Keep your arms around me."

So he did, and Derek started to move. Fucking up into him, not at the slow gentle pace anymore but with small forceful thrusts. Stiles wrapped his arms further around Derek, holding tight as he expected Derek to get rougher. He was feeling pushed down by Derek's arm though, and tried to squirm around, not wanting to be choked.

Derek growled his movement and snapped his hips into Stiles. 

"Y-your arm!" Stiles tried to say and maybe Derek realized because he took his arm off and put it to the other side of Stiles head.

They stayed in that position as Derek fucked him. Stiles wanted to get closer but didn't want to set Derek off and ruin the moment, so he did as he was told, keeping his arm around Derek, and took his cock.

After a while, Stiles felt Derek get erratic in his thrusts and cum inside. As he came, Derek got closer to Stiles face and nuzzled his neck and Stiles decided it was okay to nuzzle back. Pretending this was something he wanted, with someone he loved.

Derek started kissing and putting hickeys on his neck. Stiles moaned and pushed into it. He didn't realize, but he was also holding onto Derek tighter. Stiles felt Derek's scruff rub against his neck and face, but when Derek's cheek rubbed up against him Stiles shifted his head and kissed Derek. First at the top of his cheek, then as Derek realized what happened, he started to kiss Stiles back.