The Night Movers - Season 1 - ep. 12 (Patreon)

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The others shifted, clearly agitated, but nobody more so than Ridley who couldn’t stop the fresh tears that leaked from his eyes. What did they want? What could he do for them? He’d already offered up his body. He didn’t have anything else. He needed them to do what alphas did. Fuck him. Use him. Breed him. 

Ryker wiped them away. “Don’t cry, strawberry. We just want to make you feel good before we hurt you.” 

…before we hurt you. 

His words stole Ridley’s breath, but he couldn’t think of a thing to say. Sugar’s nail scraped across his nipple, causing him to arch his crotch dragging against the bulge in Titus’s sweats. 

“He’s so sensitive,” Jensen murmured, running his finger along Ridley’s shaft up to his head, meeting Ridley’s gaze, digging his nail into his slit until he whimpered. “You cry more than a new puppy,” he noted, gathering the precum from Ridley’s tip, bringing it to his lips, eyes rolling back as he sucked his finger. “But you’re just as needy.” 

Ridley bit off the sound that was trying to escape, blushing once more. This was death by fucking paper cut, every small touch driving him closer to the brink of insanity, but never giving him what he wanted. 

Jensen bent down, letting his mouth fall open, his tongue extending. Saliva dripped onto Ridley’s cock. He stared at the alpha, with wide eyes as he rubbed the spit over Ridley’s skin, then closed his fist around him. Ridley’s whole body jerked at the sudden stimulation, as painful as it was delicious.

“You want me to fuck you, strawberry,” Titus asked, running his hands along his wet, sticky thighs. He dipped his fingers between his cheeks, rubbing over his puffy rim. “Want me to breed you? Fill you up right here? Put my pups in you?” 

“Please,” he sobbed, the sound ripped from chest, trying to get Titus’s fingers back inside him. 

They disappeared entirely, Titus suddenly looming over him once more, biting greedily at his lips, before plunging his tongue into his mouth in a filthy kiss. When he pulled back, he said, “Then you need to come for me again…twice.” 

Ridley shattered into a million pieces, finally breaking. Tears streamed hot down his face, his sobs ugly in the silence. “Why?” he cried. “I’m ready. I swear. I don’t care if it hurts, just put it in already. I can’t do this much longer, I feel like I’m going crazy.” 

Titus slapped his thigh hard, dragging a strangled cry from him, then running his fingertips over the perfect hand shaped red mark. “Don’t give me orders, omega. You’re ours. We can do what we like with you.” 

Ridley struggled to get his brain to form rational thought. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t the deal. Was it? No. No, it wasn’t. “You-” Jensen chose that moment to start jerking him off at a brutal pace, stealing his momentarily stealing his words. His eyes rolled back, his whole body arching as he managed to say, “You said I get to decide.”

“You did decide, strawberry,” Titus said, voice frosty. “I warned you. I told you once we start, we’re not stopping until I say.” Ridley gave a debauched moan as Titus impaled him on three fingers once again. “You came to me,” he said, fucking into him hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs every time he bottomed out. “You demanded that we service you. You dropped your blanket in the middle of the fucking room, offering yourself up to us like a slutty little sacrifice.” 

“I-I didn’t,” Ridley panted, knowing full well he did.

Sugar twisted Ridley’s nipple until he yelped, tsking before he said, “Don’t lie, strawberry. I fucking hate liars.” 

“I-I’m sorry,” Ridley managed, pleasure clouding his thoughts as Titus curled his fingers in a way that made him see stars. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…just, please…” he panted, trying to fuck himself on Titus’s fingers even as Jensen jerked him relentlessly in his tightened fist, the dry catch of tacky spit on his palm somehow only making it better.

Titus ground his fingers against that spot inside Ridley that made his body feel like a live wire. “What are you doing to me?” he wailed, his body’s resistance tearing like his tattered shirt. 

“That’s it, pretty. Good boy. Just let it happen,” Diesel praised, tugging on his nipple until Ridley turned to look at him. “Just lay there and take it. Such a good hole for us.” 

Ridley gasped as his climax crested, vision going white as he spilled over Jensen’s tightened fist. They didn’t stop. Not when he tried to flinch away, not when he whimpered from oversensitivity. 

“Hurts…it’s…too much.”

“You can take it,” Titus said, coolly. 

Ridley’s head thrashed in Ryker’s lap. “No…”

Titus gripped his face, forcing him to meet his eyes. “You will fucking take it,” Titus said through gritted teeth. “You’ll lay there and take it like the insatiable little slut you are.”

“It’s too much,” Ridley said again, his thoughts scattering like falling papers, delirious after his—second? No, third—orgasm in less than an hour. 

Titus smirked at him,then curled his fingers inside him, bearing down on that sweet spot dragging a pained groan from Ridley. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. We’re all drowning in your slick. You’ve ruined a couch and a mattress and we haven’t even fucked you yet. Can’t you see what you’re doing to us?” 

Ridley’s face crumpled, his misery obvious as he looked at each of them in turn. They looked like they were seconds away from snapping and feasting on him like starving dogs. 

Diesel laid down with his lower half hanging off the bed just to lick into Ridley’s panting mouth, in something too dirty to be called a kiss. “Just one more, strawberry. Come one more time and we’ll fill you up, give you just what you need,” Diesel crooned. 

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head frantically.

Diesel dipped his head, swirling his tongue around Ridley’s nipple, then scraping his teeth over it until his back came off the mattress, so wet beneath him. 

A hand settled on his lower belly. Sugar. His hands were so big it felt like they covered the whole expanse of his abdomen. “You can. One more and we’re gonna make you feel so full. Don’t you want to feel our alpha splitting you open? Don’t you want to feel him right here?” 

He rubbed Ridley’s belly again. Would he reach that deep? That’s where the itch was, that’s where he needed it most. “Please…need it.” 

“I know,” Sugar said, voice still mockingly gentle. “But we’re not going to give it to you until we say.”

“Let me help,” Steele said, maneuvering himself until he could close his mouth over Ridley’s painfully sensitive cock. He tried to curl away from the sensation but there was nowhere to go. Titus’s fingers were still probing deep inside. Sugar and Diesel played with his nipples, Ryker stroked his face, his neck, wherever he could reach. 

Ridley’s eyelids fluttered shut. It was all so much. Six pairs of hands felt like dozens, on him, in him…it was quiet, but for their harsh breaths, wet noises and the endless sound of Ridley’s half-bitten cries. He did sound like a puppy, but he just couldn’t stop. 

It hurt…it hurt so bad, like someone dragging their nails over a sunburn. It was too raw. Too sensitive. Too painful. Until it wasn’t. Somewhere along the way the line between pain and pleasure blurred, then melted and once more that wire was tightening inside him. Titus pulled out, then pushed back in with his pinky tucked against his other three fingers, stretching Ridley’s body to the limits. Steele’s mouth was sinful, so hot and wet, swallowing around Ridley until the alpha’s lips touched the skin of his pelvis. 

Sugar and Diesel seemed determined to make it so nothing else could touch his nipples for days. They were hot, swollen, every touch shocking through him in a way that stretched that wire in his belly to its limits. 

Ridley could feel it building, couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. “I’m gonna…I’m so close…I need…” 

Titus’s fingers curled just right inside him one last time and threw Ridley right over the edge, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. 

“Good boy,” Diesel praised, capturing his mouth as Titus’s fingers slipped free of him. “Such a good boy.” 

Ridley’s omega preened, but Ridley felt like a robot that had short circuited, like there were gears and springs poking out of him, smoke pouring from his ears. He lay there, heartbeat loud in his ears, somehow still emptier than when he started. This seemed cruel. Why should anyone have to endure this level of want just for the survival of the species? It seemed so…unnecessary. 

Ridley had no idea how long he bobbed along in the warm waves of his euphoria. But a blunt, unforgiving pressure against his hole tossed him back into reality. “What…” 

That was as far as he got, then Titus was breaching him with a grunt, Ridley’s body relenting easily. When had he lost his pants? He was huge. It felt like he’d overtaken Ridley’s whole body, the stretch painful, but bearable. Ridley reached down between them, to where their bodies were joined. Titus hissed as Ridley’s fingers ghosted over his length. He’d thought Titus would be buried to the hilt, hips flush against his ass, but he was barely inside. There was still so much more of him and not enough of Ridley.

“That’s not going to fit,” Ridley whispered, shaking his head. Panic began to claw its way up his throat, shaking his head, his nails digging into whatever flesh he could find, head thrashing. Diesel’s shoulder and Sugar’s thigh. “It won’t fit,” he said again, desperate to make them believe him. 

“Shh, strawberry,” Diesel soothed, nuzzling his nose against his cheek. “Retract the claws. It’s gonna fit. You just have to relax…you have to breathe.” 

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t. I can’t,” he chanted almost to himself. 

“You will,” Titus said, his voice vibrating through his chest. “Stop. Fighting.” Ridley’s resistance bled away in an instant, unable to refuse an alpha’s true voice. His alpha. Ridley felt boneless, blinking up at Titus slowly. 

“There you go,” Titus said. “Good boy.” 

His hands closing around Ridley’s hips, pulling him onto his hard length even as he thrust in, sinking into the hilt. Ridley’s lips opened in a silent scream. Not from pain but something else. Relief? Satisfaction? Something was finally deep enough to reach that spot inside him and his gratitude escaped with another flood of tears. “Thank yo-thank you. Thank you,” he babbled, eyes rolling at the sensation.

Titus held his lower half off the mattress like he weighed nothing, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in with another grunt. 

“Jesus, one thrust and he’s already so fucked out,” Ryker said. Hands, probably his, ran over his chest, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks before moving lower. “Fuck, look.” 

Titus began to move, fucking him with hard and deep, every snap of his hips making Ridley gasp. He just laid there, somehow both weighted and weightless. He could barely lift his arms—so sleepy and sated—but his blood was singing in his veins as he stared up at Titus, who was watching his cock disappear into Ridley’s hole. 

He looked so hot, sweat glistening off his naked body, his tattoos a complicated tapestry that only seemed to highlight the bulging muscles as he fucked Ridley like he was a sex toy. 

“Look, strawberry,” Diesel said, taking Ridley’s hand and leading it down. 

Ridley frowned in alarm at the bump in his abdomen, gaze flying to Titus. His eyes were also glued to the spot, possessive satisfaction rolling off him in waves. It took two hard thrusts for Ridley to realize it was Titus’s cock he was feeling. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Jensen muttered. 

Ridley’s hand fell away like he’d been burned. “Is that…am I…okay?” 

Titus continued to fuck him relentlessly, heat blooming in his belly and rolling outward to his limbs. How was anything allowed to feel this good? He was so full. 

But it wasn’t enough. “Need more,” Ridley heard himself say. “Need alpha…need your knot. Need you to breed me. Want…want your pups in me. Please,” he mumbled. “Please.” 

“I told you,” Titus growled, gripping him tighter. “Fucking insatiable.” 

Ridley just knew there’d be fingerprint shaped bruises he’d see in the mirror tomorrow. Just like earlier, Ridley’s slick squelched loudly with every filthy slap of skin on skin. It was humiliating, but Ridley could only lay there, letting himself be used. 

“Fuck. Good boy,” Diesel praised, hand pressing down on his belly until Ridley cried from the pressure. “Taking his cock so well. So good for us.” 

“Good…I’m good…” Ridley repeated like a mantra, vaguely aware of the way Titus’s cock was swelling at the base, punching past his rim with alarming ease. 

“Yeah you are,” Diesel agreed, mouthing at his jaw. “Fuck, he’s gonna knot you soon, strawberry. Can you feel it?” Ridley opened his mouth to say yes, but instead he sobbed, overwhelmed by…everything. 

Diesel was a talker, narrating his first breeding blow by blow. Titus’s knot was no longer sliding in with ease. It battered against his abused rim, demanding entrance, but Ridley’s body refused to relent. What if it really didn’t fit? Ridley knew the minute his body surrendered, the pain would evaporate, replaced by something so much better. 

“He’s gonna give you what you need. He’s gonna fill up that greedy little cunt, lock his cum inside you. Give you his pups,” Steele growled. “But you have to let him in.” 

Ridley pried his lids open to see the others stroking themselves mercilessly, clearly intent on getting off. Ridley whined at the sight, flooding the sheets with even more slick, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every rough thrust. He wanted their cum. He needed it. 

Ridley cried out in distress as Titus suddenly pulled free, trying to drag Titus back, but he stayed out of his reach. “I can’t knot you on your back,” he snarled. 

He flipped Ridley onto his stomach, dragging his hips back into the air before slamming his cock back home. His head fell to Ryker’s bare thigh, watching him fist his pretty cock. The new angle made Ridley’s mouth fall open, unable to stop the sounds bubbling from his lips like water as Titus’s cock dragged along his walls, grazing that bundle of nerves inside with every pass.

 “Ready for your first knot, strawberry,” Titus grunted. 

“Yes…alpha,” Ridley managed, words slurred. 

Ridley expected the sharp, knife-like pain that shot through him as Titus forced his knot past his rim. What he hadn’t expected was to come on the spot, euphoria crashing over him as Titus’s knot locked inside. Unlike his other orgasms, this one kept going and going. Every time Titus’s hips ground against his, it set off another wave of pleasure. 

“Gonna come,” Titus said. “Gonna give you-fuck-give you what you need.” 

Ridley tried to nod, but wasn’t sure he succeeded. “Please… do it, knot me, breed me…claim me.” 

The growl that ripped from Titus was inhuman. He jerked Ridley’s head to the side, sinking his teeth into his neck as he came, throwing Ridley straight into another orgasm. The scent of blood filled the air just as warmth flooded his abdomen. His hand landed on his belly, right over the bulge there, feeling Titus’s cock twitch beneath his hand as he continued to spill inside him. 

The last thing he remembered was hearing himself whisper, “Oh, my god…” 

Then everything went black.