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CHAPTER FIVE

HENLEY

“Y ou’re here early, boss,” Jason, my club manager, says as I step into Frenzy.

“I saw you were doing a few interviews, figured I’d go sit in that corner and see if anyone stands out,” I murmur.

It’s not the first time I’ve done this, and Jason sent out an email with the names of applicants for me to run through my system. He knows I like to put each person through a full background check, and we’ve been known to cancel on people who show up as having shit records.

If it’s bad enough, one of us will pay them a visit. The world doesn’t need those who hurt children or are rapists. We like to call it community service.

“No problem, boss,” Jason says with a nod. “Grab whatever you need before deciding to be invisible.”

Smiling, I head to the bar for a bottle of water before retreating to a dark corner of the club. My staff is used to the way I work, and Jason isn’t bothered by my interest in these interviews. He knows it could be for a multitude of reasons. I protect what’s important to me, and this club is one of those things.

Today, though, I want to see the pink-haired beta that has my pack in a chokehold. River is still talking about the fun he had in the closet with him, the way the beta’s pupils blew out with fear and arousal. Having him closer to us will allow me to figure out why he has this sort of hold over us. He’s become my obsession, and there’s more to it than the added complication that I still feel that he’s hiding something.

Why else would he be so afraid of River anyway? His fear is delicious, but there has to be a reason that he’s avoiding us. Doesn’t he know the more he resists us, the more suspicious we are of him? Pulling me deeper into my obsession.

It’ll be quite the disappointment for him when he realizes his new bosses are the pack he fears.

I’m waiting for information from a contact I have on the dark web. No names have been exchanged, but money is more than enough to get what I need. I’ve used this person before, they always deliver. I’m simply being impatient as fuck.

The door opens, catching my attention as I lean back in my chair just in time to watch Camden tentatively walk inside. His eyes flick around the room, taking in his surroundings. Always aware that one is. Like a frightened little mouse.

Camden is wearing a pair of nice pants and a black long sleeved t-shirt, perfect for an interview at a club. I’m almost giddy inside as I watch him sit down with Jason and answer questions.

He’s nervous but professional as he speaks with the bar manager, the perfect fit for this position. We’re so close to constantly being in his orbit. With Camden working here, he won’t be able to get away from us as easily. It’s perfect because it will allow us to play more with him.

I can’t fucking wait.

As Camden begins to fill out the new hire paperwork, a big smile on his devastatingly handsome face, I receive a text from my contact. Keeping my eyes on the beta for another moment, I swipe open my phone and glance down at the screen.

Unknown:

Well, it ain’t good. Here’s your rabbit hole of information. Send the wire transfer when you’re done.

Fuck. This is it. We’re about to find out if we had a right to be suspicious of the little beta, or if it was all in our heads.

Swallowing hard, I click on the link with the drive of information. My eyes widen, heart beating faster as I find a photo of Camden next to Leroy, the president of the Poison Fangs MC.

Why the fuck would he be anywhere near that man?

The leader’s arm is thrown over Camden’s shoulders, looking a little too familiar for my liking.

A sense of urgency has all the alarms inside my head going off as I quickly read the rest of the report to see that the beta is his son. His fucking son!

Heart starting to race in anger, I continue reading, periodically glancing up to look at Camden who is still innocently filling out paperwork instead of signing himself up for torture and depravity.

Oh, little one, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Leroy Morrow's a fucking monster and is single-handedly responsible for countless shit that’s scarred my pack and our fathers.

Camden had to have changed his name when he enrolled at Crown Well Academy, because Marrow isn’t his last name on his file in the school system.

He had to have known we also attend this school.

There is a pair of brass balls on this beta. I can’t fucking believe that he’d go to all of this trouble. Is he a spy? Why else would he have gone through all this to keep his identity a secret?

This is why we all had this odd feeling about him, and my protective instincts were going off.

And yet… he has such high anxiety and doesn’t act like the son of the leader of one of the worst motorcycle clubs in the area. Something isn’t adding up, but he’s even more of a liability than I thought. Leroy Morrow is responsible for killing our mothers during a war that broke out between my crew and theirs.

My pack is still struggling with the aftermath, why I have a stranglehold on who has access to us and insist on gathering information on people. Apparently my paranoia is still serving us well.

My fingers squeeze the edge of the table tightly, keeping me quiet as I gaze at the beta intently, once I’ve read all of the information my contact has sent me.

Camden is completely oblivious as he signs the last paper, thanking Jason profusely for the job. Yeah, I wouldn’t suggest being quite that excited about this, Little Beta.

The second he’s out the door, I shove the chair back so hard, it slams into the wall. Walking quickly, I push open the hidden door that connects to the naughtier part of the club, where the rest of my pack is currently hanging out.

There are two sides to this club, which is one of my favorite things about this place. My pack and I wanted to provide something nowhere else in this city had, and we did a damn good job of it. It helps that we get to also enjoy its more depraved parts as well.

Thankfully, we’re closed, so I walk down the stairs past the wall of whips and paddles where some are braided for more pain tolerance, and others are long, soft floggers. There are many different tastes reflected on that wall, to suit the different types of subs and dominants that walk into the dungeon.

This is a sex on site type of club, which means that not only is penetration encouraged, the club participants wear a special bracelet if that’s what they’re here for. There’s no holds barred, as long as there’s consent.

Opening the doors where I know my friends are lounging as they sip on expensive whiskey, I command attention from them simply by being here. Our dynamic as partners means I’m always on the same playing field with them, I’m not a lesser person as a beta.

“What’s going on?” River asks, leaning forward as he sees my face. I can only imagine how the anger is seeping out of my body right now.

“Camden Parker is Leroy Morrow’s son,” I breathe.

“What?” Brooks asks, standing in anger as I give a stiff nod in confirmation. “That motherfucker is a dead man.” He seethes. “His father is the fucking scum of the earth. I can only imagine what kind of slimeball he created.”

“So he changed his last name and just decided to come here?” River asks, shaking his head. “It seems like a poor life choice seeing how his enemies run the very school he’s attending.” His brows furrow. “He’s so small for the son of an MC president. You would think someone growing up with a pack of depraved fuckers, he wouldn’t be so damn jumpy.”

“Who fucking cares why he’s here? Just that he is and It’s the perfect excuse to break him. We’ve been talking about wanting to get revenge for what happened to our mothers, what better way than the son of the man who did it.” Brooks growls.

“Wait. Isn’t the president homophobic?” River asks.

“Yeah, that was in the file too,” I grunt.

“That doesn’t make sense. If his father is a raging homophobe, why is Camden such a little flirt? I’ve seen the way he dances with Jamie, no straight man grinds on another man the way he did. Not to mention the way he got nice and hard for me the other day.” River chuckles darkly.

“His father probably doesn’t know. I heard he’s killed people for less.” Brooks spits in disgust.

“So, there’s a chance the little beta is into men.” River states.

“There’s no chance.” I chuckle. “He is. Even if he’s in denial about it.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Brooks grins menacingly. “We’re gonna have fun with this one.”

The way my alphas are gazing at me with a mixture of hatred and arousal is making me hard.

It’s fucked up, and I’m so angry but I’m tempted to see how far they’re willing to go.

“How are we going to break him?” I ask, watching the way River puts down his glass, smirking.

“Let’s start with the next time I see him, I’m going to force him to cum against his will,” Brooks growls. “I want to know if his dick is as big as his audacity, because coming to this school is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made.”

“Working here is the worst one,” I say with a smirk.

River reaches forward and pulls my arm, while Brooks sweeps my legs out from under me so my knees hit the plush carpet.

“Going to make the little beta cry,” River murmurs, pulling out his cock as his other hand fists my hair.

I want to live out all the fucked up things we’re going to do to him, and I groan as I open my mouth wide. My tongue drops, allowing River to slap his heavy cock on it. The hand in my hair pulls my head down, forcing me to take the thick head of his shaft.

“I bet the little beta will drool all over River’s cock like the little cum whore that he is,” Brooks murmurs, sitting again to pull out his own cock. “I need to hear him choke on it.”

River is more than willing to help with the visual and audio effects, and my nose is flush against his pelvis the next moment. Fuck. I love the way he tastes, the delicious way his pre-cum slides down my throat. His knot is bumping against my lips as River face fucks me, and Brooks gets his choking noises, since I’m not getting any time to acclimate to River’s size.

“Take that cock,” Brooks grunts. My eyes water as River’s eyes roll, his cock swelling as he fucks my throat. “I can’t wait to tie him to the St. Andrews’ cross during one of his shifts to flog his dripping cock and tight ass.”

Groaning at the thought, my cock twitches. I can only imagine how pink his thighs will get, or how his dick will react to being flogged. Shit, I may cum in my pants at the thought. I can’t see anything, my face obscured by River’s abs when rough hands harshly unbutton my pants and yank them down. The sound of a bottle of lube opening makes me shudder, because all I want is to be sandwiched between my alphas right now.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good,” River says. “I bet Camden cums the first time he’s flogged. God, I’m so close to cumming, thinking about his tight ass plugged and his mouth gagged. There’s no reason we can’t play with him while finding out the real reason he’s here.”

“If he’s grown up in a culture where being gay is considered dirty, it’ll fly in the face of everything he’s ever learned,” Brooks agrees as his now lubed fingers rub over my asshole before pushing inside to get me ready for his cock. “Take it all for me.”

My eyes roll as his words rumble over me, forcing me to relax for him. This is my favorite part, the push and pull, the way they make me submit even when I don’t want to. Except, I definitely need it right now.

I’m getting off on being used as they talk about all the ways they’re going to destroy our enemy’s son.

Brooks’ fingers are replaced by his cock, his thick crown spreading me wide as his hips push forward.

“I bet the beta cries when he takes my dick. Maybe we should play a game of chase, take turns fucking him into the dirt,” Brooks mutters.

“I bet the photos of all of this would make some pretty interesting blackmail,” River says. His knot is filling my mouth, and all I can do is suck on it as my fingers dig into his thighs.

My alphas are not forgiving men, and this information will make them even more dangerous. I’ll need to temper their anger and pain, but for now, I’m enjoying their words and their cocks.

They’re painting the perfect picture for Brooks to wrap his fist around my cock and stroke it too.

“I got you,” he purrs in my ear. His hips are pistoning his cock even deeper inside of me, and my moans and cries fill the room.

“We’re going to have the best time with our new employee,” River sighs, grunting as he releases ropes of cum down my throat. He’s lucky I’m thirsty, and I’m a good boy willing to swallow it all down, despite how much there is.

Brooks buries his face in my throat as he fucks me, whispering all the fucked up things he wants to do to Camden as if in prayer. Heavily featured are masks, a spanking bench, and seeing how much abuse the beta’s body can take. I bet he’ll fucking love it, crave it, and beg for more.

That’s half the fun of breaking someone piece by piece, having them realize how fucked up they are that they crave it.

Lifting my face as I gulp in air, my body shudders as I get closer to cumming with Brooks.

“I want to make him ours,” I tell my alphas, moaning as I feel Brooks’ knot flirting with my asshole.

“We will,” River promises, watching as Brooks wraps his hand around my throat to pull me tightly to his chest. “You’re close, Lee. Can’t let a single drop go to waste.”

Dropping to the floor, he sucks my cock down as Brooks continues to fist it, and I yell out as I cum. Brooks groans as he follows me, my ass milking his cock.

Yeah, we’re definitely going to have some fun with the pink-haired beta.