Alpha and Omega

Zacky was sitting in the tub with the shower faucet spraying water on his back… hugging his legs as he rested his chin on his knees… thinking about what he did not too long ago. He stretched out his legs and placed his hands, palms facing down, behind him. He tried thinking about women… anything sexual that dealt with women, but no matter how hard he thought, his dick still laid limp. He turned off the water and went back to bed. Maybe I just went insane he thought That’s it! It was just a moment of insanity. Everything will be fine in the morning. Zacky closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Zacky found himself in a bed, but not the bed he went to sleep in. He was curled up and laying on his side, completely naked, with no sheets or blankets covering him. He looked up to find Brian, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, hovering over him with a look of disappointment. “You been a bad boy Zacky,” Brian growled. “I know,” Zacky whimpered, “I’m sorry.” “Apologize all you want,” said Brian, “Matt and I are still gonna give you your punishment.” Zacky bit his bottom lip. “Sit up,” Brian said as he grabbed Zacky by the hair and pulled him up. Zacky sat on the edge of the bed. Green frightened eyes staring up at anger filled chocolate brown.
“Fucken slut,” Brian said before slapping Zacky across the face. The word ‘slut’ wasn’t said like how Brian and Matt say it to each other, being dirty and used to make each other horny. It was used aggressively, making Zacky feel like he really was a slut. In the corner of his eye, Zacky saw Matt walking around the bed. He felt the bed lower as Matt climbed into and was kneeling behind Zacky. Matt placed his fingertips on Zacky shoulder blades and dug his nails into the flesh. Zacky let out a whimper. Matt dragged his nails down Zacky’s back very slowly, leaving red lines down his inked skin. Once Matt’s fingers arrived at Zacky’s tramp stamp, he would return his nails back to Zacky’s shoulder blades and repeated the process over and over again.
Brian leaned and gave Zacky a kiss. A very abusive kiss. One where Zacky wouldn’t get any comfort, or any other good feeling, from it. Brian pulled away and slapped Zacky’s face the opposite way from the first slap. Brian chuckled, “You’re such a sick freak.” Zacky looked down to see what Brian was looking at… Zacky’s cock, alive and oozing with precum. Brian dug his own nails in Zacky’s chest, right above his deathbat tattoo, and dragged them down slowly until he reached the masks tattooed on Zacky’s belly. “You dirty filthy boy,” Brian growled. Zacky let out another whimper. Matt leaned into Zacky’s right shoulder and bit down… hard. Zacky let out a cry as, unfortunately for Zacky, came unintentionally on Brian’s stomach. “You fucken bitch!” Brian hollered before he gave Zacky another slap across the face, “Clean this up!” Zacky held Brian’s sides as he licked up his own cum. He looked like a homeless kitten, who hasn’t eaten in days, licking up every drop of milk… not knowing when its next meal will be.
Once he cleaned every spot of cum from Brian’s belly, Zacky moved back. Brian leaned in, gripping Zacky’s thighs and making his nails leave marks. “Don’t you ever fucken learn?” Brian hissed. Zacky didn’t answer. He knew it was best to keep quiet. Brian grabbed Zacky by the hair and pulled him off the bed. Matt sat on the bed where Zacky used to be. Brian pushed Zacky onto Matt’s lap. He was on his stomach, bent over Matt’s bare legs. Matt began spanking Zacky and not playfully either. Matt wasn’t holding back, and seeing how very muscular he is, Zacky couldn’t take it for very long (not that it would matter if he could or not). Zacky’s hand gripped onto Matt’s boxers as he tried to hold back his cries. Brian watched as Zacky’s ass went from white to pink and gradually darker and fuller shades of red.
Zacky could feel his cock harden again. He felt ashamed being turned on by rough, cruel, sadistic actions. When Matt was satisfied by the deep shade of red he produced on Zacky’s ass, he pushed Zacky onto the floor. Brian pulled Zacky by the hair to the foot of bed, Zacky’s knees dragging across the rough carpeted floor. Brian lifted Zacky and threw him on the bed. Zacky found himself on Matt’s legs, but now Matt’s boxers weren’t on his body anymore. Matt gripped Zacky’s hair tightly, pulled him to his groin, and shoved his cock into Zacky’s mouth. Matt bent his legs so now his feet were laying flat on the bed and his thighs were holding Zacky in place. Still gripping his hair, Matt thrusted hard.
Zacky wanted to back away, but his strength was nothing compared to Matt’s. “Take it like the whore you are,” Matt groaned. Zacky had no other choice but to go with it, he started bobbing his head along with Matt’s thrusts. Zacky gagged as Matt’s cock was shoved down his throat. He wanted to vomit, but he knew that would make his punishment even worse (if it was possible). Matt let out a loud yet low grunt as he came hard down Zacky’s throat. He pulled Zacky off of him. Zacky coughed and hacked, but did his best to swallow down the forced juices.
Brian, who was now at the foot of the bed, and completely naked, pulled Zacky’s ass towards him. Zacky bent his knees under quickly before Brian forced himself into Zacky’s hole… no preparation, no lube, not even a gush of spit to ease the pain. Zacky let out a cry which made him get a back hand slap from Matt. Brian didn’t even go slow, he went as fast and as hard as he could possibly go. Zacky used every ounce of power to not let out anymore cries, but it didn’t stop him from spewing tears. Soon, Zacky’s hips were moving backwards to met up with Brian’s hips each time Brian thrusted. “Such a whore…” said Brian, “…such a dirty, filthy, rotten, nasty, disgusting whore!!” Brian’s grip on Zacky’s hips grew tighter, bruises began to produce.
Brian began to pant, letting Zacky know that this part of the punishment was almost over, but Zacky knew Brian was going to hold it as long as he could. Brian leaned against Zacky’s back and bit Zacky’s shoulder, determined to leave marks. Quiet sad whimpers escaped Zacky’s throat. Brian pulled his mouth away from Zacky’s shoulder and into Zacky’s ear. “Come for me Zacky,” Brian said, “Come for me you fucken slut!” Zacky did what he was told and came all over the bed. Brian thrusted hard and he came inside Zacky. Brian got off the bed and pulled the chair, from the desk in the corner of the room, next to the bed. Matt grabbed Zacky’s arm and roughly guided Zacky to the chair.
Zacky laid on his stomach, bent over on the chair. Brian cuffed Zacky’s wrists and ankles to the legs of the chair. Zacky looked up to see Matt holding a whip. “I’m sorry!” Zacky cried with tears in his eyes, “I’ve learn my lesson! I swear I did! Please… please don’t…” “You should have thought of the consequences,” said Brian. Zacky sobbed, “I won’t be bad again! I promise!” Crack! Zacky let out a yelp. “Keep yelling and it will only get worse,” said Matt. Matt continued to whip Zacky’s back and Zacky cried his eyes out and took the beating.
Then, when Zacky just wanted to roll over and die, the whipping stopped. Brian uncuffed Zacky and grabbed his hair with a tight grip. He pulled Zacky to the bathroom door. Brian stood behind Zacky and held onto Zacky’s chin. “Look at yourself,” Brian growled into Zacky’s ear. Zacky lifted his eyes up to see his reflection at the full length mirror hanging on the door. Red lines across his chest, deep purple bruises in random spots of his body. Brian moved away and Zacky could see at the welts across his back from the full length mirror behind him. Zacky couldn’t stop crying. Brian went back by Zacky. “This is what you get for being a bad boy,” said Brian, “We don’t want to punish you, but how else will you learn? Now… you gonna behave?” Zacky wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist and buried his face into Brian’s chest. “I promise,” Zacky sobbed, “I’ll be good… I’ll be good.” Brian ran his fingers into Zacky’s black locks, gently this time. “Okay then,” said Brian, “Good boy.”

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Zacky snapped his eyes open and sat up, breathing heavily. “It was only a dream,” Zacky said with a sigh of relief. He felt something between his legs. Zacky pulled the sheets back, to find that he stained the bed with cum. He continued to breathe heavily, this time more hyperventilating-like. “Oh my god,” Zacky said shocked, “What is wrong with me?!”

Notes

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