“What?” Tex asked, still pretending Peter wasn’t there.
“You know. Put him in the middle or let me switch places with you.”
Tex laughed. “All right, you can have him.” With that, he lifted away from the wall, turning around and manhandling Peter into position between him and Carver.
If being held trapped against the wall was humiliating, being trapped between the two godlike bodies of his alphas was pure bliss. They were both thoroughly lathered with soap, big hands working the bars over their chests and under their arms, all the while they leaned in and held Peter trapped between them.
“I have an idea,” Tex said, grabbing Peter under the arms and lifting him up off the shower floor. “Think he would make a good washcloth?”
“What?” Carver asked, tilting his head curiously.
“I think Peter would make for a good little scrubber. Let me show you.”
Peter barely had time to hold his breath before his face was pressed into Carver’s pecs. Tex moved him around, lifting him up and using his face to wash Carver’s body. It was humiliating and wonderful.
“Lift your arm,” Tex instructed. Peter just had time to draw a quick breath before his face was shoved into Carver’s soapy armpit.
With all the soap Carver’s armpit wasn’t that different from his chest, but to Peter, itfeltdifferent. Dirty, wrong and perfect.
“He’s good at this,” Carver commented like Peter was doing anything other than existing while Tex moved his face around over his soapy skin. “Feels nice.”
“I bet. My turn.” Tex dropped Peter to the floor and shoved him to Carver. Peter slipped, but Carver caught him under the arms and steadied him. He lifted him up and kissed him, tongue thrusting into his mouth vigorously.
“Color?” he asked, breaking the kiss and looking into Peter’s eyes.
“Green,” Peter said without hesitation. “Green, green, green.”
Carver’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned wolfishly. “That’s what I like to hear.” He spun Peter around and pushed him against Tex, smacking his ass in the process. The sharp pain made Peter gasp and his cock throb.
Unlike Tex, Carver didn’t hold Peter under the arms. He reached between Peter’s legs, hand curling under his taint and fingers pressing up on either side of his cock, and hoisted him up that way. His other hand went to the back of Peter’s neck, controlling his head as he rubbed it up and down Tex’s muscular chest.
“Get his head in here,” Tex growled, lifting his arm and exposing his pit for Carver to rub Peter’s face in it. Unlike Carver, Tex hadn’t washed under his arms yet, and the hairy pit was pungent with alpha sweat, the musky aroma filling Peter’s nose and making him moan.
“He likes that,” Carver said, satisfaction lacing his voice.
“Knew he would,” Tex said, lowering his arm as Carver let Peter slide back down to his feet. He looked down and met Peter’s eyes with a happy grin. “Isn’t that right, Peter?”
Peter nodded, and Tex’s big fist caught his chin and forced him to look up. “Use your words, baby.”
“I liked it,” Peter said, voice scratchy. He was still a little short of breath from having his face used as a washrag, the soap clinging to his face and the inside of his mouth, but it was a good feeling. The soap tasted horrible, but somehow that just added to how good it was.
“Ready for more?” Carver asked from behind him, hands moving under his arms and over his chest to tweak his nipples. The sharp pinch had Peter move up on his toes, a spark of pleasure shooting down his chest and into his cock.
“Yes, please,” he said, grunting when Carver tugged sharply on his sensitive nipples before letting go.
“Wonderful. Get down on your knees and suck our cocks.” Tex put his hands on Peter’s shoulders and pushed him down, and Peter sank to his knees obediently. He went to work on Tex’s cock immediately, doing his best to take as much of the dominant alpha into his mouth as possible.
“Suck my balls,” Tex demanded, yanking his cock away and tilting forward so that his balls draped over Peter’s face.
Peter was only too happy to oblige. He stayed on his knees for what felt like hours, licking Tex and Carver’s cock and balls in turn, his mind turned off and content to do as he was told.
Peter wasn’t ashamed of this part of himself. He was an omega, and it was in his nature to obey. He liked to obey. There was nothing quite so wonderful as an alpha you could trust telling you what to do.
“Isn’t he good?” Tex said, speaking reverently and stroking Peter’s hair as he slobbered all over Carver’s balls and then moved down to make out with his taint.
“Yeah,” Carver agreed, grinding down and pressing Peter’s nose into the underside of his balls. “So good.”
Peter could have come just from that, and when Tex crouched down and started jerking him off, he didn’t stand a chance. Water streaming down over his head, an alpha riding his face, and another one squeezing his cock, Peter was in omega heaven. He came so hard his vision blacked out and little lights danced in front of his eyes, his whole body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.
