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Marcus’ partner is taking care of some business, meeting someone down in the Lanes without him but Marcus isn't afraid to patrol alone just because he's an omega. He's not a coward. He may have only graduated from the enforcer academy a few weeks ago but he’s determined to be a good enforcer and he won’t let his biology hold him back. He can be just as strong and commanding as any alpha. No matter what the other cadets whispered behind his back. So when he sees a huge man mugging a well dressed citizen in a dark alley, he steps in to put a stop to it.
"Put your hands above your head and back away from them!" Marcus commands, pitching his voice to sound deeper and more mature as he levels his gun at the Undercity thug.
Vander glances at the unwanted arrival and drops his victim with a huff, the scared tourist bolting out of the alley while they have the chance. Vander watches him flee before turning to face Marcus, taking in his babyface and the stiff grip on the gun.
"A fucking enforcer, down here?" The huge man glances past Marcus. "And all alone too? You’ve got some nerve, kid."
"It’s Officer, to you, scum. Now shut up and face the wall," Marcus orders, keeping his sights trained on Vander while fumbling for the handcuffs on his belt with his offhand. The massive thug grins, looking a little too amused for a man with a gun pointed at him. But he obeys, turning around casually to face the brick wall of the alley, hands behind his wide back.
Marcus approaches slowly, cautious of the much larger criminal. He reaches out to latch the cuff on his wrist when he suddenly feels a blade at his throat. A slim body pressed against his back.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A smug voice rasps into his ear. Vander turns back to face them, sporting a shit-eating grin. Marcus freezes in fear, a chill running up his spine as he realizes he's been caught. Helpless between two very dangerous men. He feels a sharp inhale at his nape and the shorter man behind him hisses, "An omega enforcer? It must be our lucky day, Vander."
The huge man raises a brow at that and steps in close to confirm, pinning Marcus between the two alphas. "Must be." Vander reaches out to pat the soft skin of his cheek, daring him to say something while Silco reaches down with one hand to grope his ass, keeping the dagger at his throat with the other.
Marcus unfreezes long enough to stammer out, "Now wait just a minute, I'm an officer of the law and if- " Vander clamps his hand over the enforcer's quivering lips.
"And you decided to wander down some dark alley all alone? Smelling this good?" Silco sneers at the topsider’s idiocy. The gun is summarily confiscated, tucked into one of Silco's pockets for safekeeping before the enforcer's arms are wrenched back and handcuffed with his own standard issue cuffs.
Marcus’s mind stutters as the situation rapidly devolves far beyond what his training prepared him for. He can’t fight. He can’t flee. He certainly can’t go back in time and make better choices. He can only freeze as something deep inside of him starts to churn in a purely biological response to their proximity.
"You must want to be bred, is that it? Couldn't get enough Alpha dick up top so you came hunting down here?" Silco mocks as he reaches to the front and undoes Marcus’s shiny belt buckle while Vander rips open his uniform jacket. Large hands claw down his front then press beneath his cotton undershirt to paw at his chest. The enforcer’s breath hitches as rough thumbs rub over his sensitive nipples and he bites his lip to suppress the sound.
“Can’t blame him,” Vander remarks, pinching Marcus’ pert nipples, “I hear Piltie Alphas don’t even knot before marriage, that true, little piggie?” It was true, or at least it was highly frowned upon, but Marcus only glares at the question. Vander smiles, taking his silence as a yes, and punishes him with a harsh twist that makes Marcus hiss and jerk at the handcuffs.
The omega hates it, he does. But being stuffed between two alphas, the strong smell of sweat and cigarette smoke, is doing something to him. Their calloused touches make his body shiver with desire fear. Especially when a hard length presses against his ass.
Feeling the alphas harden against him reminds him what this is surely leading to and he struggles in earnest, but there's nowhere to go. Slick starts running down from his cunt, staining his underwear and preparing his body for what his mind won't accept is happening. Before he knows it, his pants are shucked down to the dirty alley floor and slender fingers are at his entrance. Spreading him wide open. Marcus jolts away from the feelings of cold digits stretching him, but that only presses him closer to the bigger man, who’s now palming his cock with his large fist, bringing it to full mast with careless pumps. Marcus can’t stop his reaction to the manhandling, squirming and panting heavily at the unfamiliar feel of rough calluses on the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh, look who's already dripping for it. Excited to get knotted and knocked up from some stranger in an alley, are we?" Silco jeers. The enforcer whines pathetically, he is not excited at that but he can't help the intrusive image those words conjure up, of himself in a few months. Belly obscenely swollen, trying to explain to Grayson why he needs maternity leave so soon into his law enforcement career.
"Bet you're regrettin' playin' the hero now, ain't ya ?" Vander snickers, tugging at the omega’s small cock. "But don't worry, we'll give you a nice big reward for your good deed." He leans in, grinding the truly massive bulge in his pants into Marcus's belly. The omega’s cunt convulses in response, clutching down on Silco’s fingers that are diving in deep,even deeper now with the help of his slick. In and out. In and out. The Alpha smoothly inserting a third finger and twisting his bony wrist just to hear Marcus’ little gasping moan again.
"We're gonna ruin you, boy." Silco promises darkly, withdrawing his fingers to rub his cockhead against the enforcer's soaked entrance. As wrong as this whole situation is, something primal inside Marcus can't help but relax when Silco's dick slides into his hole to the hilt with an obscene wet gush. A needy whine escapes his clenched teeth, muffled still beneath Vander’s hand. It feels so good, too good. And Silco sets a quick pace; snapping his narrow hips against his ass over and over, pulling more moans and whimpers from the enforcer. Vander leans back, pausing his ministrations on Marcus’s little cock for a second just to watch him. Catching those pretty brown eyes growing darker with lust and the flush growing across his face.
"Aw, you should see this, Sil, he's blushing!"
Silco only grunts in response, a little distracted by the tight enforcer cunt wrapped around his dick.
"Simply precious, now hold him for me, bend him forward." Silco directs and Vander complies, pulling Marcus into his muscular arms so Silco can get a better angle. The sight of his partner going to town on this enforcer is too much for him though and soon Vander is pushing Marcus's head down to his crotch.
"Hope you're hungry, sweet thing.” Vander croons down at him. The enforcer struggles for a moment, his balance unsteady with Vander’s grip on his head the only thing keeping him from sprawling to the ground. Marcus's heart is already pounding out of his chest, Silco's erratic thrusting behind him pushing him to the brink- when Vander pushes down his trousers and whips out the biggest cock he has ever seen. His eyes widen in terror and he barely has time to imagine what damage that thing would do to his insides before Vander is mercilessly prying open his jaw.
"Open up, baby."
Marcus fights the grip but can't help the cry of pained pleasure when Silco finally cums inside of him, stretching him around his fat knot to keep the seed where it's needed. Where it can take . Vander takes advantage of the moment of weakness to shove his dick past the enforcer's lips and into the hot,wet mouth. Marcus gags in surprise but can do nothing as Vander ruthlessly drives deeper and deeper until his length is completely inside, until Marcus’s nose is flush to his groin. He can barely hear Vander’s low moan of pleasure over the sound of his own pounding heartbeat.
Silco sighs contentedly, resting some of his weight on the convulsing form below him, Marcus choking and seizing around the man raping his throat. "Gods, that felt good," Silco purrs into the enforcer's shoulder - absent mindedly tracing circles on his quivering back, "Try to calm down and swallow, dear. Trust me it'll go a lot easier if you relax." Relaxing is easier said than done, though ,when a monster cock is ravaging your virgin esophagus. Instead, Marcus quickly begins to suffocate– face flushing red and tears rolling down his cheeks as Vander chases his own pleasure without a care.
Vander is groaning, fighting the instinct to knot Marcus's throat. Knowing that as good as it would feel it would probably kill the omega and end their fun.
"F-fuck, he feels good, Silco. I'm not gonna last, can we switch already?”
If Marcus was capable of thought in his current condition, that statement would have given him pause.
There was no way they could change places, Silco's knot wouldn't go down enough to safely release him for minutes- at the very least. The scrawny Alpha huffs in annoyance, ”Fine, but next time I get to go second." Slender fingers are back prodding at Marcus's bruised opening , already stretched wide to accommodate the alpha's knot. And suddenly they're forcing their way inside, making Marcus writhe in pain, what the fuck is he doing? It's all too much- the lack of air, the overwhelming fullness, the all consuming ache as Silco's fingers hook in to pull him open even wider -and Marcus's vision dims; the darkness smothering the pain away to nothingness. His unconscious form collapses, muscles slack, held up only by the two cocks ripping him apart.
This is perfect timing really, as his newfound state of relaxation allows his hole to slacken just enough for Silco to continue prying his knot out, a pained hiss escaping his chapped lips,"Ugh, yes I'm definitely going second next time -FUCK." His knot finally popping free, releasing a torrent of cum and a trickle of blood from Marcus' abused hole.
Seeing that his partner in crime has successfully freed himself, Vander pushes Marcus' limp form back, letting Silco bear his weight for a moment while he reaches down to wrap the enforcer's legs around his waist. Vander pushes home in one powerful thrust, groaning in unrestrained pleasure as the gapping hole readily accepts him despite his size. Vander is still big though, his normal girth not much smaller than Silco's knot and the renewed invasion (and ability to breath again) brings Marcus back to the world of the conscious with a pained moan of confusion.
For a second he doesn't know what the hell is happening, agony and pleasure coursing through him– and then it's all coming back: the alley, the mugging, the failed arrest, and now this. The huge alpha backs up against the wall of the alley, the added support letting him manhandle the enforcer like a ragdoll. Forcing the shaking man up and down on his dick like he was nothing more than a cock sleeve. Meant to be filled and tossed aside.
Marcus is completely helpless, sobbing and weakly grinding down against the intrusion on a base instinct he's too far gone to fight now. He closes his eyes and burrows his face into Vanders neck to shut out the world. Smothering his thoughts in the scent of sweat and pipe smoke while the Alpha uses him.
"So much for switching, eh Vander?" Silco quips, watching the pair with a raised eyebrow.
"Ah fuck- sorry, Sil, I got carried away, can you blame me? He's - so - fucking- tight" Vander replies, emphasizing each word with a pointed thrust. Each one ramming into a bundle of nerves inside of Marcus that makes him shudder and writhe. Sending beads of watery precum down his twitching cock.
Like the considerate friend he is, Vander slides down the brick wall and falls to his knees - still fucking into the omega- and allows Marcus's head and torso to fall back on to the dirty ground. Silco sinks down to join them, placing his hands under Marcus's head to keep him still as he rubs his cum covered cock on the enforcer's face.
" Perfect, now be a dear and clean up your mess,” He orders, taking the base of his member in hand so he can slap the head against Marcus’s slack lips. Marcus's eyes flutter shut in defeat and he trails his tongue along Silco's dick – trying not to gag again at the taste of cum, blood, and slick.
"Good boy," Silco purrs. Enjoying the feel, and visual, of a Topside Enforcer lapping away pathetically at the dick that had just violated him.
With Silco happy again, Vander renews his efforts to absolutely destroy Marcus's cunt. His brutal pace eliciting tiny moans of pain and discomfort from Marcus as the omega meekly laps at Silco. This is the most painful, terrifying, and humiliating moment of Marcus's life and he has never been harder. Without a lack of oxygen to hold him back, his dick is swollen again with need, bobbing up and down with each earth moving thrust from Vander. It’s all too much for the omega and he can only open his mouth in a silent scream as a fierce orgasm rips through him and doesn’t stop, prolonged by the constant push and pull inside of him.
The huge alpha leans down, pausing a moment to give a teasing lick to Silco's cock before capturing Marcus's mouth in a bruising kiss. Tasting cum and slick as he thrusts his tongue inside. Vander finds he likes the combination.
"Hey! I was using that." Silco snaps, absently combing his fingers through Vanders soft hair until he pulls away again to speak.
"Ah sorry, Sil, he's just -fuck- he's so good. He's so good," Vander moans out , thrusting erratically into the fucked out Omega as he nears his peak. Looking for all the world like a man in the grips of rapture.
The next few moments happen quickly. Too quickly for Silco do anything other than watch in horror, blue eyes blown wide with disbelief as his best friend does the dumbest fucking thing.
Vander roars, pleasure coursing through his veins as he finally, finally cums inside the tightest little omega cunt he has ever had. His hands coming up to fiercely grip Marcus's jaw and pull at the collar of his once pristine uniform, revealing a flawless pale neck ripe for the taking. His huge knot fills, locking them together physically and Vander's head comes down to bite Marcus's throat, barred teeth sinking into that sweet exposed skin– leaving a bloody mark for the world to see.
Vander is dimly aware of someone swatting him on the back of his head though it feels unimportant compared to the heaven his dick is in right now. "What the FUCK, Vander!” a nasally voice buzzes from above.
Marcus moans pathetically as sharp pain gives way to a sensation of utter warmth and complete fullness and promptly faints. Vander shifts, putting his arms around the slack omega and pulling him closer. As close as they can get. Nuzzling into the croke of his neck and soothing the large raw bite mark with his tongue.
"You can NOT do this, we are NOT keeping him," The voice of reason continues above.
The omega starts shivering and Vander dimly realizes the ground is kinda cold, so he rolls onto his back so his omega can rest more comfortably on his broad warm chest. Vander slowly rubs his hands down Marcus’s back, brushing away the dirt and grime. Finally gazing up at his partner in crime who is currently pacing the width of the alley, gesturing wildly.
"What the actual hell are we going to do with an Omega Enforcer, Vander?" Silco questions, pointing an accusing finger at Marcus and glaring at Vander like he just ruined their lives.
"Don't worry about it, Sil" Vander grumbles, gently petting Marcus' soft black hair. "We'll figure it out. We always do."
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