Resting my head back against the headboard, I take a deep breath filling my lungs to capacity to try to calm my nerves. My body was thrumming with need. Need for sex. Need for Henry. Need for my omega.
Shaking my head to clear the thought, I groan out in frustration. The deep sound fades back into the silence of my dark bedroom putting my self-imposed solitary confinement into sharper clarity. Henry was not my omega. I wasn't that kind of alpha and I never would be.
Regardless of intentions, ruts were a bitch for an alpha without an omega. My instincts felt uncontrollable and overwhelming at times, pushing me to fuck, to breed. I hated feeling out of control, especially of my own body. I had managed my urges just fine on my own. Through my own willpower, I kept myself at home even when I was itching for sexual release. Then I met Henry.
Henry was, and is, the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on. His usual scowl and rough stubble gives him a rugged allure that fascinates me endlessly. His frame is broad and tall, unusual for a typical omega, and accentuated by the fitted black tees I’m convinced is all he owns. When he’s not mean-mugging the rest of the world, he has the sexiest natural glower I’ve ever been on the receiving end of. He carries himself with a quiet, yet intimidating confidence most alphas would bristle from. He is not one to be controlled.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise, then, that it was around the time I met him that my ruts started to become... intense. They began to push me to the edge of what I could handle.
I started going crazy in my apartment during a rut spending entire evenings jacking myself raw or fucking a stroker toy until it tore apart in my clenched fist. I started dry humping my own couch just for the friction of the coarse fabric against my aching dick. I knew it was Henry. There was no other explanation. He’s a total smokeshow and his scent drives me wild. So wild I became a sex hungry alpha to a degree I was neither used to nor appreciated. Henry was my friend and as much as I found his grumpy attitude increasingly endearing, I understood it wasn’t meant to be. My attraction was my problem and he was off limits. For the sake of our friendship and my conviction, we wouldn’t, couldn’t, be more than friends.
Then one day Henry needed a place to stay and I, of course, invited him to stay with me for as long as he needed. Having his pheromones ruminating throughout my apartment made it crystal clear I had thrown myself into deep waters. It should have been obvious. He was an omega and I an alpha, but I was also a stubborn bastard and refused to entertain the idea that I couldn’t handle his proximity. I wouldn’t allow my baser instincts destroy this friendship or dominate my behavior.
As a giant middle finger to my own nature, I resorted to heavy duty self-restraint. Thick, polished metal cuffs that wrapped around half my forearms were connected to short, heavy chains attached to my metal bed frame. Not even five alphas worked up into an omega-fueled frenzy would be able to snap one of those links if they tried. Come nightfall when the urges peaked, I simply locked myself up until morning when I felt I had regained control. It was only poetic that Henry had the key. The man at the center of my supernatural horniness was the only that could release me. It was an awkward conversation, but I smiled through it as I explained to him my predicament about my troublesome ruts and my adamant rejection of such archaic vices. Admittedly, I left out the small detail that it was his pheromones that set all this off. My cheeks warmed and my apologetic smile faltered when he side eyed the kinky chains and cuffs, but he agreed to hold the key until the sun had risen well into the sky.
That worked well enough for the first couple of months he was living with me. Even though I went a little dick crazy, I managed to wait out the worst of it until I could fuck the life out my sex toys. I became so consumed with my urges and the rejection of them that I fundamentally failed my resident omega. A couple of weeks after one of my chained ruts, Henry went into an intense heat. Coming home to him curled on the couch clutching one of my shirts, moaning sent me into a panic. He begged me to help him, to fuck him.
Shamefully, I hesitated. His body spasmed from the pain, his eyes wide with fear and I hesitated because I was more concerned about the kind of alpha it would make me if I did this. He begged me one more time and his broken voice finally moved me. I scooped him into my arms and carried him to bed where I gave him everything he needed, nothing more, until he stopped hurting. It wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t the fantasies I had imagined. It doesn’t feel good to fuck your friend who’s moaning from pain.
We made a deal after that night, promising each other to never let the other get to that level of desperation again. I was going back on that deal now that I was in the most miserable rut of my life.
I clench my fists in the restraints and pull at them hard. My cock lies trapped in my boxer shorts, pinned to my thigh and dripping precum into the fabric. I haven’t asked Henry to help me and I long decided I never would. It felt different to beg him to let me fuck him then for him to plead with me to fuck his pain away. It felt wrong. Predatory. I could ride this out. I’d done it before.
Taking deep, steadying breaths to calm my thumping pulse, I hear the door open and Henry call out into the empty living space. Searching for me. His alpha. My omega. No! Not mine, I’m just horny and my hormones are going crazy, but Henry knocks on my bedroom door and I strain against my restraints. The clinking of the metal is enough to prompt him to open the door.
“Mike?” My name on his lips is like wild honey, sweet and pure. A low, bear-like growl rumbles through my chest and I pull harder at my cuffs. At the sight of me, Henry crosses his arms across his broad chest giving me that smolder that makes me burn with need.
“We had a deal.” His voice is deep and so fucking sexy. I shake my head and tear my eyes away from that severely handsome face.
“I’m fine. Just... just need some time. It doesn’t hurt.” It does, just not in the same way his heats hurt him. My cock aches in my shorts. My balls are so full it’s a constant pressure between my legs. It’s not debilitating, though. Blue balls aren’t reason enough to cash in on our deal.
Henry ignores my argument and steps closer. His scent wafts in with him and I groan. Even with my window open letting in a cooling breeze his pheromones are overwhelming me.
“Stop... you’re only making this... more difficult.” My breaths come out in pants and I rock my hips up searching for any sort of friction. Even against my underwear is better than nothing. Henry plants a hand against the headboard beside my head and leans in. He’s... angry. His brows furrow and his lips quirk in a snarl. I want to kiss that intimidating expression away.
“We. Had. A. Deal.” He says each word slowly, firmly. “I refuse to be your helpless omega begging to be fucked while you just grit out your rut like you're some noble hero.” I shake my head. I want to argue, but his words are short circuiting my thinking. My helpless omega. He didn’t mean it like that, I'm sure, but fuck, the thought makes me groan.
“I... I don’t like it,” I finally manage to grit out. Sweat beads on my forehead. “I don’t like feeling like this. Out of control. Like an… animal.” He was too close, his scent making me tremble. I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood in hopes the pain will ground me. “I won’t ask you to let me treat you like... like prey.”
Henry rolls his eyes and shocks me to my core by straddling my hips. The sudden weight of him on my lap, on my cock, makes me gasp and buck up instinctively.
“What are you doing?!” My head hits the back of the headboard with a thud as I try to put any amount of space between us. Henry cups my face in his hands and kisses me hard. He doesn’t let me think, he just pushes his tongue into my mouth and I'm helpless to resist. I kiss back like a man starved, like he’s my lifeline in the storm of lust raging through my veins. He grinds his hips into mine and I yank hard against my cuffs, my biceps straining as the chains clink. Henry finally breaks our kiss with a heavy breath and runs his hands up my tense torso.
“Keep your restraints, alpha. But you don’t get to rob me of my agency in our deal because you’re afraid,” he growls against my lips while still rocking his hips. “You must think I’m stupid if you think I don’t know why you need these.” He tugs on one of the chains punctuating how clearly he has seen through me.
I’m a mess of need, shock, and embarrassment. I whimper into the air between us. “I-I’m sorry, Henry. I didn’t mean...” I shake my head, my words escaping me. Henry slides his hands up to my neck, his touch confident and grounding. His expression softens slightly.
“I know what you meant. Now you know what I want. Tell me, alpha, are you still gonna ride this out alone?” He dips his head in and kisses at my pulse point. His lips suck at the tender skin, leaving a mark. An omega marking an alpha.
“No!” I snarl out and arch into him. “Stay. Help me, omega.” It comes out as a command and I angle my face to lick down the line of his jaw enjoying the scratch of his stubble along my tongue.
Henry shudders slightly and pulls away. His pupils are blown wide with lust and I realize, belatedly, he’s feeling the effects of my pheromones. The pheromones that I’ve been pumping into the room all evening. Henry pulls his shirt off over his head and I get an eyeful of his bare chest and stomach. He has the sexiest layer of body hair trailing down his pectorals, down his stomach, down to his jeans. “I wanna fuck you so bad, Henry. I wanna make you cum all over my alpha dick.”
Henry tilts his head back and lets out the sweetest little moan. It looks like he’s baring his throat to me. Begging me to sink my teeth in and mark him as mine. Then his hands are exploring me again. He’s dragging his blunt nails over my chest, my stomach, down further. My hips jerks, my cock desperate for attention. Henry kisses me again. Fuck, this man does not do gentle. His mouth smashes into mine, his tongue twisting and pushing into my mouth. I can barely keep up with my restraints and his hands taking up all my headspace, but then he slips a hand up the leg of my boxers and grips my erection. I pull away from the kiss to gasp and the fucker has my bottom lip between his teeth. He releases me with a cocky grin. I want to devour him.
“Get your fucking pants off and touch me.” I speak with authority like I hold any power here. Like I could threaten consequences otherwise. I’m trembling with an ache at the core of my being. My muscles flex like coiled springs ready to launch forward and take what’s mine. But I can’t. My restraints rattle even as my arms strain uselessly. Henry just cocks his head, his smile growing wider. I love that smile.
He must pity me because he shimmies my boxers down my thighs to bunch around an ankle and lets my dick spring up and slap against my stomach. The minuscule relief it provides has me sucking in a soft gasp. My shaft is so full of blood and an aching need it feels solid against my stomach. My tip is shiny with arousal, clear fluid drips out in steady pulses down my length. “Please... I need more...” I grit out to the man in my lap. This man has me begging and I never want him to stop.
Henry leans in close so I have to stare into his piercing blue eyes. He won’t let me look down with his hand cupping my chin, but I feel him wrap his fingers around me and stroke. A whimper escapes me. His movements are sure and confident, but agonizingly slow. He rubs his thumb against my frenulum and I bang my head back against the headboard with a whine.
“Henry...”
He tilts my head down so he can kiss me again, just as hungry as before, while his hand picks up speed twisting and squeezing just right. I moan into his mouth. Every drag of his fingers up and down my cock has me seeing stars and I let him hear my pleasure. I have no control here. No power of an alpha. Only this exquisite pleasure.
I’m getting close. My cock is leaking a steady stream of precum and my balls pull up tight against my body.
“I... I need to cum,” I speak against Henry’s lips with my hips bucking up into his hand. Henry leans in to rumble in my ear.
“No.” Then his hand is off my cock and I’m whining in protest.
“Henry! Don’t stop! Why did you stop!?” I pull at my chains for the hundredth time as if, this time, they’ll snap and I can wrangle my omega until he’s ready to stop teasing me.
Henry pats my cheek condescendingly, but I see it for the playful taunt that it is. He’s reveling in this power. He’s reveling in the knowledge that I love it too. He stands so his feet are planted on either side of my hips. His crotch is so close to my face and I instantly want to taste him. Lick him all over and suck him deep. I’ve tasted cock before, but I’ve never wanted to devour one like I want to swallow his. Henry pops open the button of his jeans and tugs them down along with his briefs down his thighs. His heavy cock nestles in a wild patch of soft hair. I already knew he was hairy everywhere yet I still feel feral at witnessing him so intimately now. I lunge forward as far as I can, desperate and starving. Whether intentional or by chance I can only brush my lips along his length with my body fully extended. My neck and shoulders strain, but I trace my lips along his shaft. I stick out my tongue and lick up to his tip. I must look so... whoreish, fighting so hard for a taste of cock. My cheeks and chest warm with a blush of pleasant embarrassment.
Henry groans and runs his fingers into my hair. He makes me look up at him and there’s surprise in his eyes. Did he think I wouldn’t want to taste him? To worship him like he’s doing to me? I want to make him mine. I want to make him feel so good he never leaves my side. I want to make him beg me to claim him. So I wrap my lips around his tip when he inches his hips forward and swirl my tongue like I’ve felt done to me. I never break our gaze. His messy locks frame his face beautifully. His expression looks just as desperate as mine.
“Come on, Henry. I can’t be that bad.” I flash him my most charming grin, my lips smeared with spit and precum. He fights it, but he gives in and laughs.
He tightens his grip on my head so he can sink deeper into my mouth. I try to relax my throat, to let him push his entire length into my mouth. I want it, I need it. My cock leaks and throbs between my legs making a slick mess of my balls and the bedsheets below.
Henry folds himself around me wrapping my head in his arms and bucking his hips, fucking my face and grunting deep with every thrust. Does this feel backwards to him, like it does to me in the best way? He’s so hard and hot in my mouth. I can taste his arousal, his precum coating my tongue.
I think I’m going to cum like this. My balls draw up tight again like when he was jacking me off. Just the thought of cumming with Henry’s cock down my throat has me humming with sexual energy. I moan loudly around him to join the gagging of having my throat pummeled. Henry’s grunts take on a feral tone of their own. I want him to cum with me. I desperately try to get him off, my tongue swirls and my lips seal tight around him. I need to taste him fully. I'm so close to the edge and I'm taking him with me.
Henry must be determined to turn me into a sex crazed monster because he abruptly pulls out of my mouth, clear strings of saliva and precum connect my lips and chin to his throbbing member. My climax slips from my grasp again. I growl low and threateningly.
“Henry... what the fuck are you doing?!” I’m angry, I’m frustrated, I’m so god damned horny. “Why did you stop!?”
Panting heavily, Henry runs a hand through his gorgeous locks. He looks breathless and... confused, maybe? Shaking my head, I calm myself down. “It’s okay, Henry. I liked it. I want it. Please.” More of my frustration fades. My voice sounds hoarse from the gagging and deepthroating. He isn’t saying anything, just looking distant. “Talk to me. Do you... do you want to stop? We can always stop.” Even as I say it, my animal instincts howl against my own words. I don’t want to stop. I want to fuck until we’re completely spent and then some. I want to unload my aching balls in whichever way Henry will let me. Let me. The inherent submission in those words are intoxicating, even only as thoughts.
“Sorry, Mike...” Henry finally says. “I... I got carried away. I’m not used to... this.” I shake my head. I must be quite a sight with my lust drunk, watery eyes, spit shined lips, and dripping chin. The chains don’t help.
“Get carried away. You won’t hurt me. Please, Henry. We’ve come so far... I need this.” I was begging again and I felt no shame. He’s edged me to the precipice twice now and I was getting more and more desperate.
Henry meets my eyes. I’m not sure what he sees in them, but his expression hardens and he pushes his jeans and briefs further down his legs. He kicks them off the bed leaving him naked except for his socks. He straddles me again, this time our bare bodies in full contact. My cock nestles between his perfect furry ass and... fuck he’s so wet for me. His slick coats my length. I can even feel it where his taint rests on my pelvis. He’s dripping with need.
We meet in a heated kiss. Our tongues dance and moans trade between us. Henry kisses along my jaw and down my neck, his hips rocking so my dick slides between the mounds of muscle of his ass.
“You liked it when I tasted you, didn’t you? When I swallowed your cock?” I whisper in his ear. His light bite along my throat makes me grin. I bare my neck for him even as my hips rock up to meet his body. “Are you going to fucking tease me again?” I pant out, my fists clenched. Henry pulls back so he can look at me. One hand grips my chin and forces eye contact.
“No.” It’s direct and simple. For some reason, that makes it harder to believe. Then he rises on his knees and sinks back onto my cock.
We both angle our heads back and cry out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through us. Henry doesn’t ease down slowly, he takes me deep in one quick motion. His slickness makes the act smooth, but he’s still tight and so, so hot around me. I have to look away. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip so I don’t cum so soon inside him. Henry loves torturing me, I’m learning, because he loops his arms around my neck and starts to ride me hard.
It’s everything I needed and so much more. The wet squelch of his dripping hole squeezing around my cock with the constant slap, slap, slap, of flesh as his ass bounces against my thighs stokes my alpha instincts to an inferno of lust. I strain against my cuffs while I lick and suck at his neck. My teeth graze his sensitive skin making him shudder. He pulls my head back by my hair preventing me from biting down. Even now, even as he bounces on my dick, he’s in control and I can’t get enough of him.
“You’re going to knot me.” He commands, breathless, but still demanding obedience. “You’re going to keep giving it to me until I cum on your knot.” The power radiating from this omega, my omega, pushes me violently to the edge again and this time Henry shoves me over.
I buck my hips up hard as Henry grinds down on my dick. With a cry that sounds more bestial than human I empty myself into his greedy body while my knot inflates, locking us together. Henry rolls his hips so my knot presses against his silken inner walls. He blesses me with a sloppy kiss and moans beautifully into my mouth. I remember his command and jerk my hips up pushing my knot deeper into his body. It’s a new exercise of willpower thrusting my over-sensitive dick up into his clenching hole, but I’ll give him everything he wants.
It’s not much longer before I feel hot spurts of sticky cum begin to paint my belly as Henry finds his own peak. As we empty ourselves, our kiss cools down though never breaks. The frenzy slows into that gentle press of mouths between new lovers. In the tender afterglow of mind-blowing orgasms, Henry laughs. It’s so surprisingly light and airy, I can’t help but join him. We laugh and breathe the same breath soaking in the pleasure of being connected.
“You... that was... fuck, Henry, I’ve never came so hard.” Henry just shakes his head and kisses me again, uncharacteristically quick and playful.
“Me neither. I’ve never had so much... power. Never been allowed so much control.” I nuzzle his neck and jangle my cuffs.
“You can have all the control you want. With these things, I’ve got no choice but to be yours.” The confession feels more loaded than I intended it to be. Henry just cups my face and kisses me sweetly.
“Sure, tell yourself there’s no choice. Just like I’ll tell myself I didn’t come in here knowing exactly what state you were in. Or why.” My cock twitches in his slick hole, still hard and eager to breed. My knot hasn't even deflated yet. Ruts were relentless states of being. Henry grins and rolls his hips, making me moan. He leans in and nibbles at my ear. “You’re mine now, alpha. I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”
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