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Those who might be offended by racial slurs in fiction and physical harm should not read this material. if you have a hard time with any of this or with verbal or physical degradation, then this story is not recommended. If it's not the case and you understand this is not real then proceed to read I hope you can enjoy it.
Boyd knew Derek was cheating on him, He was sure of it. Although he couldn't prove it, he'd had his suspicions for quite some time. Given the fact that they hadn't had sex in months, and the fact that Derek was always in such a good mood.... why else would he be so happy? he wasn't getting any from the black man, but he surely was getting some elsewhere which didn't help his mood at all, especially because his Alpha boyfriend spent most of the time outside the house.
the beta grew paranoid and overly self-conscious. Ever since they started their relationship and since they started living together, Derek and he seem to have grown apart. the black man cared for him so much, and it pained him to think that Derek was being ravaged by some other guy.
Derek was a greedy god. he practically lived in the gym, constantly working out. he was in fantastic shape, which was more than Boyd could say for himself. he's not a bad-looking guy, but once you're a fatty, it's really hard to get rid of fast food and bad habits, hence the beer gut that even as a wolf he hasn't been able to get rid of. Derek on the other hand was a born wolf perfect in every way. His black hair, his green eyes, and his bleached teeth were so goddamn pearly white. he looked like a goddamn porn star.
And he was overly proud of his Alpha, 'That's my man! he lives with me in their house.' However, he hadn't seen that much of him lately. he'd always come home late, smelling good, whistling, his face bright and confident. The other day he noticed that he'd gotten a tattoo a new one, a giant dragon on his lower back.
On anyone else, this would have looked tacky or even slutty, but on Derek, it looked really hot. He wanted nothing more than to pound him from behind and watch that tattoo in its gleaming light.
"That's a hot tat babe! Shall we test it out?" Boyd asked,
"It still hurts. Next week I promise!" Derek responded.
Of course, the next week came and went and he was left with a serious case of blue balls. Derek told him he had made plans with Cora and he was going away with him for the weekend. He was so fucking frustrated, he didn't know what to do. Of course, It took his anger out on the closest person to him; Stiles, their Emissary, and Scott's best friend.
"Goddamn, Stiles! What the fuck are you doing here? Derek's not here anymore...Can you just go?!"
In a fit of rage, Boyd tore out some of the plants that were growing for Stiles and doing that voodoo/magic shit he didn't know a thing about and threw them out into the street, leaving a dumbfounded Stiles trying to save as little as possible of his plants.
Boyd contemplated driving out to Cora's house and crashing the party, or maybe even sneaking around. The frustration soon took its toll and he eventually ended up hitting the bottle that Peter left last week. He got completely 'shitfaced' that night, from what he could remember.
The next day, he confided in Jordan Parrish, "Hell, I don't know what to do Jordan, he's fooling around on me! It's driving me nuts!"
Jordan, who used to work for the LAPD, got really close with the black man and the two of them formed a very close friendship. He was very intelligent and was a good judge of character. he was hoping that Jordan and his hellhound senses would dismiss his suspicions and reassure him that Derek was not 'doing the business'. "That doesn't sound right man. Derek is a walking wet dream, and I'm sure he's getting it from somewhere."
Jordan said, "If you want, I could do some PI work for you. Really get down to the bottom of this.... no pressure pal"
Boyd didn't like the idea of digging up Derek's past and he certainly didn't like the idea of having his new friend stalk his super hot boyfriend, but he had no choice.
The next few weeks Boyd went on about his daily business and Derek went on about his daily business, everything remained normal. he ate alone every night, masturbated frequently, and cried himself to sleep. In the mornings he'd always wake up with Derek by his side, he never knew what time he came home or how he got into bed without waking him.
He'd make him breakfast, see him off, and then..... he'd see him the next morning. It was so painful. Each time he just got hotter and hotter. This was the same, every day, for two weeks. Finally, Friday came around again. Jordan came by their house in the afternoon.
Boyd was anticipating his arrival, and ran out onto the lawn impatiently, "So? What did you find out?" Boyd asked Parrish.
Parrish looked over at Stiles who was playing with the new plants that he made growing up and waved at Jordan, "Don't you wanna discuss this inside?" Jordan asked before waving back at his Boss's son.
"No, no, don't mind him, he can't hear us. So, what did you find out?" Boyd asked impatiently.
"Bad news pal. he's cheating on you." Jordan said
And Boyd felt his whole world come crashing down. His eyes watered and he tried ever so hard to keep himself from bursting into tears. "W.. w... well, who is it? I mean, who is the woman or the guy?" Vernon asked in anticipation.
Jordan looked over at Stiles,
"It's him."
Suddenly, he was overcome with intense anger and rage,
"What? Are you fucking serious??"
"Yes, it was him," Jordan reassured him.
Boyd walked over to Stiles, he was really going to give him a piece of his mind. Jordan tried to stop him, and he probably should have listened to him. "Hey! cracker!" Boyd yelled out at him.
and shoved Stiles back into the manure,
"You think you can fuck my man and get away with it? You fucking white trash!?"
And Stiles did something that Boyd didn't expect...Stiles retaliated. It took him completely by surprise when Stiles threw the pollen of one of those purple plants, clouding Boyd's senses, and smacked the black man square in the jaw, And the wolf hit the ground fast, leaving his world spinning, and could taste blood.
"For months, I put up with you calling me puny human and cracker! Are you listening to me coon?" he grabbed a fistful of his balls with that pollen again and squeezed.
Boyd screamed in discernible pain. "Yeah! I'm fucking your man! and you know why nigger?" he asked as he squeezed harder,
"NOOOOO! God! Please let go!" Boyd yelled.
"It's because you aren't man enough for him. he thought that getting with a black man would give him the big deal, but no you're just a fraud, just look at this thing it's not even average and all I need to do is just squeeze a bit more, and you won't be man enough for anyone black trash."
That was too much for Boyd, and he vomited and blacked out.
Hours later he was inside, naked from the waist down with an icepack between his legs.
"Are you okay buddy?" Jordan asked.
He tried to speak, but all that came out was a girlish whimper. It hurt to speak, it hurt to move, it even hurt to breathe. he lifted the icepack and looked down between his legs. To his horror, he found that his testicles were swollen to at least five times in size. Upon seeing this, he insisted that Jordan drove him to the hospital,
"You'll be fine man, I've seen heaps of domestic disturbance cases but I have to admit that what Stiles did it's wrong, he has never seen like the racist type or at least he wouldn't use his magic against any of us... just keep ice on it while we get there." He seem worried, but Boyd was in a total state of panic.
And he forced himself to speak, "My fucking balls man! I can't feel the healing I could lose my balls! You gotta take me to the hospital! Please!!" And Jordan couldn't help but laugh at the unusually high pitch of the tall black man... who could blame him?
The doctor told Boyd that he was lucky. Had there been the slightest bit more pressure, the damage would have been permanent. "In a few days, the swelling should go down and your sex drive should return back to normal."
"What about my voice?" Hell, it sounded like Boyd was high on helium.
The doctor bit his top lip to keep from laughing, "You should be fine in a few days" he reassured the black man.
Later that night, Derek entered the hospital room. and Boyd shot a look at him as if to say, "this is all your fault".
Derek hung his head in shame, and he knew that Boyd knew the Alpha was fucking the Emissary.
"I'm sorry," Derek told him.
Boyd didn't want to speak, he didn't want him to hear him like this, he didn't want to appear so utterly weak and helpless.
"For... how long?" Boyd asked.
But Derek cut ho, off,
"Will you be okay? You sound different, almost like a girl. Is everything going to be okay, down there?" Derek said pointing to his crotch.
Derek cared for him, he could smell and could see that. he could see that he was concerned and that he didn't want to see any harm upon him.
"I'll be fine. Just under a lot of strain. the healing it's not kicking But everything should be back to normal in a few days."
"Oh, that's good," Derek said.
"So, you've been having an affair?" Boyd asked. God, he sounded so pathetic. he sounded like a little schoolboy, he should've seen the signs or something that at least indicated something was going on between that motherfucker Stilinski and Derek, and as far as he knew they hate each other.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I can't lie to you I love him and I want to be with him." Derek admitted.
In shock, Boyd shifted in his bed, trying to sit up,
"You can't, You can't do this to me! I love you too! How could you...."
"I'm sorry. But you're a good boyfriend and a good beta, but he pleases me. He makes me feel good." Derek admitted.
"Don't I?"
"You're a good man Boyd but I came with high expectations towards you and I trusted Stereotypes and the truth is you can't please me; emotionally or sexually. I'm so sorry; I didn't want to tell you like this." Derek confessed.
Boyd didn't want to lose him, he then told him that he would be open to anything, as long as the Alpha wouldn't leave him. Derek dismissed his suggestions and said to Boyd that for the next few days, nothing else would matter, he would just be there for him and help him to reach a speedy recovery.
He was grateful for that, at least it gave them an opportunity to spend some time together. To his relief, within days, the swelling had gone down and his voice returned back to normal. Once he recovered, however, he stopped coming around. he even cleared out all his stuff.
he had to make one last stand, he at least had to try to win him back. but Jordan kept trying to talk him out of it,
"Forget him, man! he's a fucking whore! Stiles almost turned you into a eunuch with that magic thing of his! Just forget about them!"
But he couldn't, Boyd was blinded by love, Derek gave him a purpose, and Derek was the only family he had.
Boyd went on his mission and ambushed Derek outside of Deaton's veterinary
"Derek! Just listen to me! Please! Give me one minute."
"I can't, I..."
"- Just let me speak. I know why you had to cheat on me, I know now. It's because I was a selfish lover."
Derek growled and didn't want to hear any of this, he just wanted to get away from Boyd. and turned to walk away.
"I don't want to talk about it, I ju..."
And Boyd stopped him,
"Please! Derek! Let me prove to you that I can be a man! That I can please you the way a man should. Please! I'm begging you!"
"I don't know. Stiles's moved in with me and were pretty happy together," Derek admitted and Boyd almost cried when there was no stutter in Derek's heart.
"Okay, how about this, a bet. I bet that I can make you come faster than he can."
"I don't know about that. I don't want to cheat on him," Derek said isn't that ironic Boyd though?
"Invite him along. I bet that I can last longer and please you more than he ever could. Just give me a second chance..... please!"
Derek thought about it for a minute and finally said,
"I'll have to ask him, I'll get back to you."
Deep down, he knew that he would probably never hear from him again. Hell, it was a stupid suggestion. What self-respecting man would let his man be fucked by another guy for a bet? Boyd hugged him and tried to kiss Derek goodbye but the alpha only gave him the cheek, certain that he would never hear from him again.
To his surprise, the next day, his phone rang,
"You've got a deal. Come over tonight, My place, you already know where that is."
Boyd couldn't believe it. This was his chance! he was going to reclaim his manhood. he was going to take back what was rightfully his. he was going to steal him back right in front of Stiles. But he wasn't going to do it alone, he had a secret weapon... Viagra. he would be sure to win! he took two shots of Viagra and left the house, and within 10 minutes, he had a raging hard-on. he was harder and hornier than he had been in years! Nothing could stop him, he could go for hours. he knew in the past, he'd only lasted between 2 to 5 minutes, but tonight, he was certain that he could go for at least an hour, at least that was his plan.
Boyd arrived at Derek and Stiles's at 7 pm, dressed to kill. he parked his 7 series BMW that Derek gifted him right in the middle of the street so that everyone could see what a 'real man' looks like. he knocked on the door and was greeted by a cocky Stiles.
"So you come to win him back eh?" Stiles teased and mocked him reading perfectly the black man.
But Boyd ignored him and Stiles led him inside through to the bedroom that Boyd already knew where it was. Derek was sitting on the bed, fully clothed, awaiting his arrival.
"Hey, baby." Boyd smiled at him.
"We've thought it through and decided that this little bet might actually be a lot of fun. You know how much I've always wanted to have a threesome with two guys." Derek said grinning from ear to ear.
This was not what Boyd had in mind, however. Stiles came up behind him and began to massage his shoulders,
"No, I don't want to do it tha.." before he could finish they had both started laughing.
This was a joke, it was all a joke. "Ha Ha, very funny!" and Boyd turned to leave.
"No wait." Stiles said, "I don't like you treating my man like a hoar, but since you think you can fuck better than I can, be my guest."
Derek began to undress, almost as if they had rehearsed this.
"You go first," Stiles added.
Within seconds, Derek was sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. and Boyd noticed another tattoo, one on his lower stomach; it was a scorpion.
Derek smiled and encouraged Boyd to 'dive in'.
"But you ain't heard the terms yet lover boy," Stiles added.
"Terms? If I can make him come faster and harder than you can, then he comes home with me and you leave us alone for good!" Boyd snapped back at Stiles.
"Yeah, that's if you win. But if I win, I get to finish off your balls." Stiles said smiling.
"What? Do you want to crush my balls? You can't be serious!" Boyd panicked and wanted to throw himself and end the man disrespecting him but he backed off when Stiles's met his yellow eyes with his own gray neon ones, this was completely new territory for him.
"Oh but I am serious! Unless you think you have what it takes, then you shouldn't be worried." Stiles teased him.
By now Derek was getting impatient.
"Come on! Before that magic weed wears off! Fuck me, anyone! I don't care!"
Boyd shrugged off his doubts and began to undress. As he pulled down his underwear, Stiles hit the roof.
"What the fuck is that?" Stiles threw his head back and laughed. Boyd looked down, and he didn't see what was so funny. It was just his dick!
Boyd looked at Derek, and noticed that the Alpha was biting his lip, trying not to laugh,
"Stiles, stop laughing at him! Everyone is different not all black men are packing heat." Derek said defending his ex-boyfriend, but it actually sounded more like a sarcastic comment than anything else.
Boyd couldn't understand what was so funny. If it weren't for the Viagra, He probably would have lost his erection due to the extremely high level of nervousness.
"So that's what you've had to put up with huh? Damn, man! No wonder you came to me!" Stiles continued to tease. " As a matter of fact, It's good to right, not every nigger has that stallion that some white stallions like me have"
Boyd wanted to shut this racist fucker up, he wanted to prove to both of them that he had what it took. he made his move. and plowed Derek's hole, diving right in. Derek gasped.
Stiles snickered, "Nice move pencil dick!" and Stiles laughed some more.
Boyd tried to ignore this as he went to work. he looked over to his left at the digital clock on the bench: 7:35 pm
Their bodies moved in rhythm as they both began breathing heavily.
'yes, it was working!' Their eyes met and they shared a kiss as Stiles continued to laugh and joke.
"Does it tickle that baboon dick?" Stiles asked Derek.
This hurt, but what hurt, even more, was that Derek was on the verge of laughter. he could see it on his face. he was trying so hard to keep it in. 'no! this isn't working!' Boyd decided to give it to him harder and faster.
Derek began to groan, as he usually does during sex. This always drives him wild.... and before Boyd knew it,
"mpf! Argh! No! Ahhh! Mppffeee!" Vernon came.
"Good for you," Derek said sarcastically. Now they were both laughing at him.... mercilessly.
Boyd looked up at the digital clock on the bench: 7:36 pm. One minute.
"Minute man!" Stiles laughed. "Listen negro! I think it's safe to say that you lost!" he said laughing some more.
Before he could say anything, Stiles was on him in a flash and pulled him off the Alpha, and tossed him aside like a trash bag. As soon as Stiles unzipped his pants, Boyd knew. he knew why Derek'd been cheating on him. Compared to Stiles, he looked like an infant. Clearly, he was not at all visually stimulating to the born wolf. It was all so obvious now. There was nothing he could do about that. Nothing at all.
"Now watch and see a man's reaction to a real cock kaffir!"
“Yes please, Sir.” Derek batted his eyelashes almost innocently making Stiles huff out a laugh easily occupying Boyd's place. Stiles pulled Derek's muscular legs wide making sure every inch of him was exposed so Derek's ex-husband could learn a lesson or two that he certainly wouldn't be able to apply.
“Keep your eyes on your cuck of a husband, greedy cock slut, I want him to see how much you love taking my cock.” Stiles rumbled in Derek's ear as he rubbed the wet head of his cock against Derek's barely lubed-up hole. "You're just pathetic even though your load is small, what a pathetic piece of crap you are Monkey, poor Derek honestly!"
"Now listen to the noises a man should make during sex!"
There was nothing Boyd could do but cry as he watched helplessly turned on as Derek's emissary's massive cock slowly pushed its way into his husband's hole, spreading him wider with each inch. Derek's mouth was slack and cheeks flushed as he gave little mewls and gasped for breath as he shook slightly from his place on the bed, relaxing and doing his best to take the man’s monster-sized cock but from the happy daze covering his eyes, Boyd knew that Derek was enjoying every moment of it because that was a new face that Derek never made towards him.
Derek let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding when Stiles’s cock was fully sheathed inside of his fat ass, Boyd gasped and wanted to punch his own cock reacting when he noticed how he could see an outline of Stiles's cock through Derek's stomach, which was also bulging with the size.
“Does that feel good slut? I bet that monkey cuck of a husband couldn't fill you like this,” Stiles rubbed his hand over the bulge in Derek's stomach as he began to shallowly thrust up his 11 inches.
“H-He can’t, oh god you’re so big, Sir!” Derek keened as his red eyes rolled up into his head as Stiles's cock rubbed and pulverized his prostate maddeningly.
“I know, you’ll be gaping for days, that not even your fast healing will help you,” The Emissary said knowingly as he covered Derek with his arms and chuckled when Derek twisted his head around to look at him questioningly.
“Put on a good show for your husband pretty slut,” Stiles ordered and Derek bit his lower lip before looking back at Boyd who was whining trying to cover his shame with his eyes locked firmly on Derek and Stiles. Derek winked at his husband at the ugly image he was making and Derek leaned forward to twerk his fat ass to meet that monster's thrusts. Derek whined as he felt Stiles's cock slowly slip out of him and Derek quickly drove his hips up and down, moaning happily as he took Stiles's large cock back inside of him.
Boyd watched and tried not to touch himself as his husband began to eagerly fuck himself on that BWC groaning and mewling like a bitch in heat. Stiles let out a few moans every so often but he had a smirk on his face as his eyes flicked between the ex-couple but seemed content to let Derek do all the work.
“You’re close aren’t you? I can tell by how you tighten up around me, I’m surprised you lasted this long, most don’t.” Stiles sounded impressed and wrapped his arm around Derek's chest, turning him around and tugging him back against his chest.
“I’m so close, please Sir,” Derek mewled as he moved his hips, needing more to be able to come. Derek's vision all but whited out when Stiles's large hand wrapped around his cock and roughly pumped him. Derek cried out, his body arching as he spilled over Derek's hand, body going limp against the man behind him.
Derek gasped a bit off balance when Stiles lifts him up off of his cock, which pops lewdly out of him and Derek blushes when he is maneuvered face down on his knees on the floor. Between his husband and his Affair Partner.
“God look at that gape,” Stiles rumbled and Derek couldn’t resist the urge to reach behind himself and pull his ass cheeks apart to let them both see how wide his rim really was and he could feel that he was gaping.
“Please Sir, will you come in my gaping hole?” Derek asked loud enough for them both to hear and heard two groans in response, one in humiliation and the other in excitement.
“Since you asked so nicely greedy slut.” Stiles shifted behind Derek and inserted the fat head of his cock into Derek's gaping hole. Derek moaned as he tried to clench up around Stiles's cock but it was useless, his body thrumming with arousal again as he felt Stiles begin to jerk off and let out a loud grunt as he began to pump and breed Stiles with a litter full of his hot cum.
“That’s it, take it all greedy slut,” Stiles crooned as he milked his cock, watching as it all flooded into Derek's stretched wide hole and some dripped out of him when Stiles stood up and plugged himself back again, his erection not ready to die down in front of the black man.
For the next two hours, Boyd watched and listened in awe as they fucked like rabbits in every know and unknown position. The walls must have been like tissue paper because the whole house was shaking. Derek was screaming at the top of his lungs as if he was being murdered. Every few seconds Stiles would shout, "ENJOY!...... ENJOY!...... ENJOY!....."
When it was all over, Boyd was speechless. As Derek came for the unknown time, he dug his claws into Stiles's back, tearing into the magician's skin, who didn't seem affected by it "ENJOY!!!!" he yelled as Derek exclaimed, convulsed and let out a very loud, "PHWAAAOURRR! MPF! AMMPF!" he had never heard a man make such noises, and Vernon can barely describe it.
Derek had experienced such intense pleasure that he was in a trance, still moaning and groaning in bed moments after, it was as if he had been hypnotized. Stiles in a flash towered over him,
"See, that's why you can never have a real man."
Boyd looked up at him, defeated, belittled, humiliated, a white man destroyed and stole everything he could possibly love.
"You win," Boyd said between whimpers and stood up.
As he was turning to leave, Stiles stopped him and grabbed him by his right shoulder, looking dead at his eyes
"Wait! Remember the bet?" flashing those icy and magic gray eyes
"What? That was just a joke! I was just kidding about that." Boyd pleaded.
Before he could say anything else, In a flash Stiles had clasped his balls with his right hand And Boyd tried to shift to defend himself but found himself unable to do it. This was his moment, The white man wanted to make a stance, show his supremacy by destroying him and take what little of his manhood Boyd still had in order to permanently take him out of the picture.
"Now, you see what it's like to truly be hopeless and helpless!"
Boyd was still buck naked at this point as his nigger ass was dragged outside by his balls,
"Please, don't do this, just let go. You win, you win, you can have him."
But Stiles just laughed, "Oh yeah! Music to my ears. But I know your people you'll be back like the roaches you are, you'll be annoying him all the time negro, paying people to follow him, go through his garbage, stalking him, I can't have that. he's not a sex object, he's a person too."
Before he could protest Stiles squeezed. "Oh, God! Oh God! STOP! LET GO!!" Boyd screamed. There he was, out on the lawn, having his balls busted.
A group of college girls passed the house, "Hey Stiles. Nice car." one of them said noticing the BMW.
"I know, thanks!" Stiles tightened his grip, "You want me to let go cotton picker ?" he asked him.
And Boyd screamed, "YES! PLEASE!!"
"Your car is now my car," Stiles demanded.
"YOU GOT IT! LET GO!!" He was toying with him, he squeezed harder. This was too much for him. his legs gave way, but he still kept him up by the balls.
"Goodbye, baboon dick this will show you spear-chucker.to appreciate how much you would love to be civilized."
" Stiles said with one final squeeze as he turned Boyd's balls to mush. And then he heard a loud pop.
Boyd awoke hours later in a community hospital. he was greeted by a pretty nurse,
"You were in a serious accident Sir, but rest assured, we're doing everything in our power to help you."
The black man didn't like the sound of that. Things went from bad to worse. his testicles had swollen again, this time to the size of cantaloupes. The pain was so intense, so extremely horrible. he had no choice but to have them surgically removed.
Months later, things turned back to normal. He make a decent life now and went back to work after his recovery and resumed his usual routine. He told Parrish that he was over Derek and that he was living with him alone and also with the pack, he just wanted to get on with his life. Of course, he didn't tell him about the bet that turned him into a nut-less nothing. It was his secret.
Of course, they all had their suspicions given the fact that he had a different voice now. He sounded more like a girlish black man than anything else. It's okay however, he'd learned to accept it.
He still thinks of Derek from time to time, but not in a sexual way. Those days of falling over white people are over for him.