My Alpha. My World.

Postby mikeybound » Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:30 pm

Scott waited patiently in the woods for Derek. His alpha had told him to be there at 10:00a, and, like a good beta, he was there early. It was strange. Ever since being Turned, and becoming an unwilling member of a werewolf pack, Scott's life had been a constant nightmare. However, the last week had been bliss, and it was all because of Derek.
Derek's uncle Peter was a real menace to the town as the alpha. In fact, pretty much the entire fall season was a constant effort to kill him. And the Argnet family hunting them...but at was in the past. Just last week, Derek had killed Peter, gaining the alpha status, and proving their good will to the Argents. For the first time in months, no one was trying to kill Scott.
And then there was Derek. His alpha.
When Peter was trying to make Scott submit, it felt just...[i]Wrong[i] the mind he felt was twisted and ugly. It was the furry biting thing on four legs, at most werewolves kept in check. But Derek was far more fun! He wasn't a beast. Derek was a man, using the strength of a wolf, both mental and physical. The first time Scott spent time with Derek afterwards, he had wanted to bare his throat and belly, and submit fully.
Well, at least he kept from baring his belly.
The thing was, Derek made a good alpha. Strong without being cruel. Commanding without making a slave. He could have anything from Scott he wanted, and gotten it with a smile and a nod. But he let Scott have free will.
Now I know what you're thinking. Where's the bondage? Well it starts in this forest clearing, with Scott waiting for his alpha. His world.

Re: My Alpha. My World.

Postby mikeybound » Sat Apr 07, 2012 7:59 am

Scott was leaning against a tree, waiting for Derek, when he felt a strong arm wrap around him. It pinned him to the mans chest, and this was indeed a man, and restrained his arms. When Scott tried to yell for help, another hand clamped over his mouth, silencing him.
"mmpppph mmmmmpphhhhhhh!"
Scott struggled as the intruder forced him to the ground and straddled his back. This man was far too strong to be human. Even as a relatively new beta werewolf, Scott could have overpowered any human. But as he got a whiff of the hand pressed just beneath his nose, Scott recognized the scent, and relaxed.
"looks like you finally recognized me," said Derek. He took his hand off Scott's mouth, who took this opportunity to ask one of his many questions.
"Dude! What's with this? I thought we were gonna spar or something."
Yes, Scott was basically Derek's bitch, but some human traits always powered through the alpha/beta dynamic. Especially if you were turned and not born.
"I just thought we could try something fun. Or we're those bookmarks in your iPad someone else's?"
"well...yah I like bondage! I just didn't think you would be into it. Especially with your thing with Kate-"
Derek's eyes went red at the mention of the crazy, beautiful hunter that died just last week. Even pinned to the ground, unable to turn his head, Scott felt the change.
Scott promptly went submissive.
"I'm bi, all right? Now hands behind your back."
Scott was all too eager to please, and did as he was told. He felt very strong rope being wrapped around his wrists and then through, cinching it. Leaving excess hanging, Derek wrapped another length around Scott's elbows, cinching this until they were about six inches apart. More rope was wrapped around Scott's chest, and then cinched under his armpits so it wouldn't slide over his shoulders. The excess from his wrists was tied to his chest ropes, forcing his wrists up. Finally, the usual wrappings around the ankles, knees and thights were applied.
Scott desperately hoped Derek didn't notice the bulge in his pants.
When Derek got off, Scott automatically turned over, squirming on the ground at his feet. This is where he belonged. As long as Derek had he power, Scott could just exist...no need to worry about school or friends, rouge werewolves or hunters. In his restraint, Scott was free.
Derek bent down, his eyes now their normal green, and met Scott's brown eyes. Scott held his gaze for a moment, and then lowered his eyes, exposing his throat in submission.
"Let's get you to my place," Derek said.
"you mean that burnt down piece o-mmmphhh."
"he was interrupted by Derek stuffing a brown bandana in his mouth, tying it off with a purple one. Scott's eyes were blindfolded with a few strips of tape, and he felt himself being slung over Derek's shoulder.
"We're gonna have some fun This weekend," Derek said, and Scott could have sworn he heard an eager edge to the usually reserved werewolf's voice.
He could hardly wait.

Reviewwwwws please!

Re: My Alpha. My World.

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:21 am

Ohhhhh! Fun times are in store for Scott!

Looking forward to more!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: My Alpha. My World.

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:43 pm

Almost a year too late...but I have read this now and feel the need to comment.

The setting and concept is very different and original...in a refreshing kind of way.
When I read your first post, I was not sure what to make of this, but after reading the follow up post, I realise this could have been something I would have enjoyed reading about had it been continued.

I am not sure if this story was designed to be short, but in any case...it deserves more praise.
So I am writing this not only to encourage you but also to bump this topic up to the top of this section for those who happen to stumble into the PG-17 area :quirk:
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