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In the quiet, cramped bedroom of his father’s small apartment, Harry, a sixteen-year-old omega, sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the phone screen. His eyes darted over the ad he had stumbled upon earlier that day. The stark white letters of the message board stood out against the dark background: "Earn Easy Cash - Discrete. 18+. No Experience Needed." The room was a jumble of teenage angst and desperation, posters of half-dressed celebrities haphazardly taped to the walls and a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Harry's mind raced with thoughts of the unpaid electric bill and his growling stomach. He had to come up with money, and fast. With a tremble in his hand, he dialed the number, his heart hammering in his chest.
The line connected with a buzz, and a gruff voice answered. "What’s up, kid?"
"I-I need the money," Harry stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Good. You got the right place," the voice said, a hint of amusement in its tone. "Tonight, 10 PM. The Red Dragon. Don’t be late."
The call ended, and Harry was left with a mix of dread and hope. The Red Dragon was an infamous club, known for its adult entertainment and discretion. Harry had never been, but he had heard whispers about it at school. The clock on the wall ticked away the hours, each minute feeling like an eternity as he contemplated his decision.
Finally, the night arrived. Harry put on a pair of worn-out jeans and a baggy t-shirt, trying to hide his growing anxiety. He took a deep breath, grabbed the backpack with his supplies, and stepped into the chilly night air. The dimly lit streets were eerily quiet as he made his way to the club, his sneakers echoing against the pavement. When he reached the nondescript door, a burly bouncer looked him up and down before nodding curtly and letting him in.
The club was a cacophony of sounds and smells: the low throb of bass music, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with cheap cologne and desperation. Harry's eyes widened as he took in the sights: the neon lights, the half-dressed omegas lounging in corners, and the hungry gazes of the alphas prowling around. A bartender with a sly smile slid him a note with instructions to the back room.
In the back, Harry found a small, clean space with a hole in the wall. A man's voice, low and gruff, instructed him to remove his pants and lay down with his naked lower half through the hole. Harry did as asked, removing his shoes, pants, and lastly his underwear. Once his lower half was completely bare he laid face up on the cushioned bench, lower half sliding through the hole and coming to rest on the other side of the wall.
The room was cold and sterile, the only comfort being the plush cushion beneath him. He could feel his heart racing as he complied, his knees knocking together. He then spread his legs wide in invitation, his virgin pussy a tempting offer to any alpha who wanted to fuck.
The sound of a zipper being undone and the rustle of fabric was his only warning before he felt something hot and hard press against his pussy. It was too late to back out now. Harry took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was about to happen. The alpha on the other side wasted no time, pushing into his tight, unprepared cunt. Harry bit back a cry, feeling the stretch and burn as the alpha claimed him with a possessive grunt.
The alpha's cock was thick and curved, hitting all the right spots inside Harry with each brutal thrust. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, his body a maelstrom of pain and pleasure. The man on the other side of the wall treated Harry's pussy like it was a toy made for his pleasure, pumping into him without a care for the teen's comfort or consent. Harry's mind went numb, focusing solely on the sensation of the alpha's glans, that sensitive tip of his cock, sliding in and out of his cunt.
Sweat beaded on Harry's forehead, and his breaths came in gasps as he tried to get used to the intrusion. The room was filled with the wet sounds of sex, the smack of flesh on flesh, and the alpha's grunts of pleasure. Harry's own moans were muffled by his hand, which he had clamped over his mouth to keep from crying out. His body was on fire, his pussy clenching around the invading cock, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. He felt his arousal build, despite his fear and discomfort, his body betraying his mind.
The alpha's rhythm grew faster, his breathing harsher. Harry could feel the tension coiling in the man's body, the way his cock swelled even larger inside him. He knew what was coming, and his own orgasm was approaching like a runaway train. He clenched his fists in the fabric of the cushion, his eyes squeezed shut. The alpha's grip tightened around Harry's hips, holding him in place as he thrust deeper and deeper. Harry's pussy spasmed around him, his body shuddering as he climaxed. The alpha followed, filling Harry's cunt with his hot, sticky cum.
But instead of withdrawing, the alpha remained inside Harry’s pussy, his cock still rock-hard and pulsing. Harry's eyes shot open, a mix of shock and fear flooding him. He had never heard of alphas being able to keep going like this, especially after cumming. The man's relentless pounding didn't stop, the sensation of his cock still moving within his pussy both exhilarating and overwhelming. Harry's body, still riding the wave of his own orgasm, was pushed to the brink again, his pussy clenching and releasing around the alpha's shaft.
The hour ticked by, each one a blur of sensation. Harry's pussy grew sore, but the alpha showed no signs of letting up. His hips moved with a steady, almost mechanical precision, driving into Harry’s cunt without mercy. Harry's moans grew hoarse, his voice strained from the continuous abuse. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the tension of their shared, silent struggle. Harry's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts: the money, his father, the alphas at school whom he never let touch him, and the burning question of who this anonymous man was.
As the night progressed, Harry's fear and anxiety slowly morphed into something else. A strange thrill began to build within him, a perverse excitement at being used so thoroughly. He found himself pushing back against the alpha, meeting each thrust with his own desperate need. The pain had become a part of the pleasure, the two sensations intertwining in a delicate dance that left Harry craving more. He didn't know how much longer he could take it, but he also didn't want it to end.
The alpha's grunts grew louder, more desperate. Harry could feel the man's knot beginning to swell, and he knew what that meant. He had heard whispers about knotting before, but he had never experienced it himself. The thought of being filled up, claimed in such a primal way, sent a fresh wave of arousal through his body. The alpha's cock grew thicker, the pressure inside his pussy increasing until Harry was sure he would split apart. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, the knot slammed into place, locking them together in a carnally intimate embrace.
The alpha's hips jerked, his knot pulsing as he filled Harry’s pussy with even more of his seed. Harry's body responded instinctively, his pussy clamping down around the knot, milking the man for every drop. They stayed connected for what felt like an eternity, the two of them panting and trembling with the aftermath of their shared climax. Harry's mind was hazy, his thoughts a jumble of pleasure and pain, but one thing was clear: he had never felt so alive, so wanted, so used in his entire life.
The alpha finally pulled out, and Harry felt a sense of loss as the emptiness washed over him. The man reached through the hole and slid a note to Harry. It read, "You’ve got a pretty pussy. Would you let me see the face that goes with it?"
With trembling hands, Harry slid back a note of his own: "Yes."
The wall between them shifted, and Harry felt the cool air of the room caress his skin as the barrier was removed. The alpha stepped into view, and Harry's eyes widened in shock as he took in the familiar features of his own father, James. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer, and he stumbled back, his hand flying to cover his mouth. James looked down at him, a mix of confusion and lust in his eyes.
"Harry?" James breathed, his eyes going wide with disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Panic set in, and Harry's cheeks flushed red. "D-dad?" he squeaked, his voice barely recognizable. "I-I didn't know it was you. I needed money!"
James's expression shifted from shock to anger, his eyes narrowing. "You're whoring yourself out for money?" His hand clenched into a fist, and Harry could see the veins pulsing in his neck. "How could you?"
"It's not like that," Harry stuttered, trying to find the right words. "I didn't know it was you! I just needed to pay the bills. I swear!"
James's fury seemed to subside slightly, his eyes scanning Harry's flushed, tear-stained face before dropping to the boy's exposed lower half. Harry's labia, swollen and red from the rough use, were gaping open, revealing his pink, tender inner flesh. The clitoral hood was retracted, the sensitive nub peeking out, still glistening from the alpha's cum. James's gaze lingered, a flicker of something darker crossing his expression.
"I'll handle the bills," James said finally, his voice gruff. "You don't have to do this. You're my son, and I can't let you go through with this."
The room grew silent, the only sound their ragged breathing. Harry felt a strange mix of relief and embarrassment, his pussy still pulsing from the intense pleasure that James had unwittingly given him. The walls of his vagina clenched reflexively, trying to hold onto the feeling of fullness that the alpha's knot had provided.
"But, Dad," Harry began, his voice shaking, "I need money for school, for food..."
James sighed, his anger dissipating into resignation. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Harry's exposed sex. "I know you need help," he said, his voice softer. "But this isn't the way."
He reached out and gently parted Harry's labia, revealing the raw, stretched opening of his son's pussy. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as his father's thumb brushed against his clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through him. James's eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of his son's arousal.
"I can't let anyone else do this to you," James murmured, his voice thick with a mix of lust and protectiveness. "I’ll do a better job taking care of you."
Before Harry could process what was happening, James knelt down, his warm breath fanning over Harry's cunt. He licked along the swollen folds of Harry's labia, tasting the salty sweetness of his own cum. Harry's eyes widened in shock, his body trembling as James's tongue delved into his son's pussy, lapping up the cum and teasing the sensitive nerves within.
James's mouth was insistent, his tongue working Harry's pussy with a surprising skill. Harry felt his body betray him again, his hips rising to meet his father's hungry mouth. He bit back a moan, his hand flying to cover his mouth. The sensation was intense, a mix of taboo pleasure and the knowledge that this was wrong. But he couldn't deny the feeling building inside him, his clit pulsing with need.
James's tongue found its way to Harry's urethral opening, flicking it gently. Harry's body jolted, a gasp escaping him. He had never felt anything like this before, his father's mouth on his most intimate parts. James's eyes flicked up to meet Harry's, a question in them. Harry nodded, unable to find his voice.
The alpha's tongue slid further down, pressing against the tight entrance of Harry's ass, making him squirm. It was too much, the pleasure too intense. Harry's orgasm crashed over him, his body shaking as he came again, this time with his father's mouth buried in his pussy.
The moment stretched out, the only sound in the room the wet, sloppy noises of James's tongue against Harry's skin. Harry's eyes squeezed shut, his mind racing with confusion and arousal. When James finally pulled back, Harry looked down to see his father's face flushed and eyes glazed with lust.
"This doesn't change anything," James said, his voice hoarse. "You're still my son, and I'll take care of you. But from now on, you don’t worry anout the money. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded, his voice lost. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure: his relationship with his father would never be the same again.
"You liked it, didn't you?" James's voice was a low growl, his eyes never leaving Harry's swollen, fucked open pussy. Harry could feel the blush deepen on his cheeks, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. He didn't know how to answer, his thoughts a tangled mess of fear, excitement, and confusion.
"Would you let me fuck you again, Harry?" James's question hung in the air, heavy with desire and dominance. Harry's mind reeled at the thought, his body still singing with the pleasure his father had just given him. He bit his lower lip, his eyes flickering up to meet James's.
"I...I don't know," Harry managed to whisper. His voice was barely audible over the thud of the music from the main room, but James heard him. The alpha's expression grew intense, a fierce need in his eyes that Harry had never seen before. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup Harry's cheek.
"Look at me, Harry," James said, his voice firm but gentle. "I'll make sure you don't have to do this again. But I need to know if you’d be open to havjng sex with me again. We both enjoyed it."
The room felt like it was spinning around Harry, his thoughts racing. He had never imagined that his night at the Red Dragon would end like this, with his own father's tongue inside him. But as James's thumb traced the outline of his bottom lip, a part of him craved more. He nodded slowly, his voice a barely-there whisper. "Yes."
James's eyes flared with passion, his pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the hazel of his irises. Without another word, he stepped closer, his tall frame looming over Harry's trembling form. He yanked Harry's hips up, aligning them with his still-hard cock. Harry gasped as James pushed back inside his pussy, the thickness of his shaft stretching him open once more. This time, there was no gentle easing in—it was raw, primal, and Harry's body responded with an intensity that shocked him.
James's thrusts grew more demanding, his hands gripping Harry's thighs so tightly that the boy's skin was sure to bruise. Harry's eyes rolled back, his head falling back as he moaned, his body moving in time with his father's relentless rhythm. The alpha's cock filled his pussy completely, reaching depths Harry had never dreamed of, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him with each movement. The walls of Harry's pussy clamped down, eager to milk every drop from the man who had helped bring him into this world.
James turned Harry onto his stomach, his cock never leaving Harry's pussy. He pulled Harry's hips up, pushing the boy's face into the cushion. Harry's legs were spread wide, his ass in the air. The position was degrading, but Harry felt his arousal spike. He knew he shouldn’t enjoy this, but his body was responding in ways he couldn’t control. The alpha's cock slammed into him from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the small room. Harry could feel the knot swelling again, the pressure building inside him, a promise of more to come.
James reached around and began to play with Harry's clit, his rough thumb sending electric shocks through Harry's body. Harry's moans grew louder, his hips pushing back to meet every thrust. The alpha's other hand slid down to Harry's ass, two fingers sliding into his tight hole. Harry tensed, but the pleasure was too much, his body begging for more. James chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, scissoring them to prepare him. Harry's eyes watered, but his pussy was dripping wet, his body betraying his mind once again.
Finally, James couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled out, his cock slick with cum and Harry's juices. He lined up his cock with Harry's ass, pressing in without hesitation. Harry's scream was muffled by the cushion as James pushed past the tight ring of muscle, his knot popping in with a satisfying thunk. The alpha began to pump in and out, the feeling of fullness in Harry's ass unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was wrong, so wrong, but Harry's body didn't care. It craved the alpha's dominance, the feeling of being claimed so completely by the man he called 'Dad'.
The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten Harry's arousal. His pussy was deipping onto the fabric. James reached around, stroking Harry's clit in time with his thrusts into his ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and Harry felt his orgasm approaching like a runaway train, his body shaking with the effort to hold back.
With a final, brutal push, James buried himself to the hilt, his knot swelling until Harry could feel it pulsing inside him. Harry's body went rigid as he came, his pussy contracting around nothing as his ass was filled with his father's seed. The alpha's roar of pleasure filled the room, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into Harry.
The two of them remained there, locked together, their breaths mingling in the stifling air. Harry felt a strange mix of emotions—shame, pleasure, and a bizarre sense of belonging. He didn't know what this meant for their relationship, but he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. His father's cock was still hard and pulsing, and Harry could feel the sticky warmth of their combined releases pooling between his legs and on the cushion beneath him.
James pulled out slowly, his knot retreating and allowing Harry's sore ass to gape obscenely. Harry winced, feeling the ache deep within him. He had never been fucked before, and the thought that it was his father who had claimed him in such a brutal and intimate way was overwhelming.
As Harry turns onto his back his dad asks, "Is this your first time taking cock, Harry?" James asked, his voice a rough whisper. Harry could feel his father's eyes on him, studying his flushed cheeks and the way his body was still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Swallowing hard, Harry nodded. "Yeah," he croaked, his voice barely audible. "It's the first time."
James's expression softened, a hint of something almost tender crossing his features. He reached out and stroked Harry's hair, his thumb brushing against the boy's damp forehead. "I'm sorry, Harry," he murmured. "I didn't mean for it to be like this."
But even as he said the words, Harry could hear the sincerity in his father's voice. However, the lust was still there, the hunger not fully sated. Harry felt his stomach clench, but his body responded to the touch, his pussy clenching with a need that was both terrifying and thrilling. He didn't know if he could do this again, if he wanted to, but a part of him was already craving it.
They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, Harry's body slowly coming back to earth, the pain in his ass gradually fading to a dull throb. James's hand remained in his hair, the gentle strokes soothing him in a way that was almost too much to bear.
Finally, Harry spoke. "Dad, what happens now?" His voice was shaky, unsure of what the future held for them.
James took a deep breath, his hand pausing in its ministrations. "Now, Harry," he began, his voice a gentle rumble, "you're going to be mine. Until you’re mated, your pussy belongs to me." Harry's heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flaming. The words hung in the air, thick with implication.
"But, Dad," Harry's voice was a trembling whisper, "What does that mean?" He could feel the stickiness between his legs, the evidence of their taboo union.
"It means," James said, his voice firm and unwavering, "That from now on, I'll be the one to take care of your needs. Because I love you." His hand slid up Harry's thigh, his fingers grazing the curve of his ass before sliding into the cleft and teasing the stretched, sore hole. Harry gasped, his body responding despite the pain.
James stood, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their mixed fluids. He puts Harry’s legs over his shoulders and lifts him, he’s supporting him in midair with his hands under Harry’s ass. Harry's pussy stretches around James’s cock as he slides back in, the boy’s gasp of pleasure lost in the pounding bass of the music outside the room. James holds Harry there, his cock buried deep inside his son's tight cunt, his arms flexing with the effort of holding the boy's slight frame. Harry feels weightless, his body at the mercy of his father's strength, his pussy clenching around the thick shaft as James doesn’t move, just enjoying the feeling of a tight wet cunt wrapped around him.
With a grunt, James starts to walk, his cock never leaving Harry's pussy. The sensation of being impaled on the alpha’s dick while being moved through space is unlike anything Harry has ever felt. The walls of the club seem to blur as James strides through the hallway and into the alley outside, his movements swift and sure despite the awkward position. Harry can feel the cool night air on his bare chest, his breaths coming in quick pants. He doesn’t know where they’re going, but he’s too lost in the sensation to care.
The alley is deserted, the neon lights of the club reflecting off the wet pavement. James's movements become more urgent, his hips slamming into Harry with a force that has the boy's eyes rolling back in his head. Harry's nails dig into his father's arms, his body bouncing with each punishing thrust. The alley is a stark contrast to the clean, sterile room they just left, the smell of sex and cum mixing with the scent of the city.
Finally, James reaches a door, fumbling with his keys while keeping Harry in place. He kicks the door open and carries Harry inside, the boy's legs still over his shoulders, his pussy still impaled on James’s cock. The apartment is dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Harry's eyes widen as he realizes they’re home, the reality of what they're doing crashing down on him. But James doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause as he carries Harry into the living room and sits down on the couch, his cock still buried deep in Harry's pussy. The fabric of the couch sticks to Harry's sticky thighs as James starts to move again, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. Harry’s body responds, his hips moving in time with his father's, the friction of the couch adding a new layer of sensation.
James's eyes are dark, his gaze never leaving Harry's face as he fucks his son. Harry's eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream. The pain in his ass is a dull throb, overshadowed by the pleasure of James’s thick cock filling him up. He can feel his father’s knot swelling again, the pressure building as the alpha gets closer to another orgasm.
Their breaths are harsh in the quiet room, their bodies slick with sweat. Harry's pussy is soaking wet, his juices coating James's cock as it slides in and out. The alpha's grip tightens on Harry's thighs, his hips jerking as he reaches the edge. Harry feels his own climax approaching, the pleasure building until it's almost too much to handle.
And then James cums, his knot swelling and locking them together once again. Harry's pussy clamps down around the thick shaft, milking every drop from the alpha. The feeling is so intense, so wrong, and yet so incredibly right that Harry can't help but moan, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
They stay like that for a moment, James panting and Harry's body trembling in his arms. The knot slowly subsides, allowing Harry to slide further down onto the couch, James’s cock slipping out of his pussy with a wet sound. Harry can't bring himself to look at his father, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. James pulls Harry into his arms, his hand stroking the boy's back in a gentle, almost loving way.
"You're mine now, Harry," James whispers, his voice gruff with satisfaction. "I'll always take care of you, always give you what you need."
Harry's heart races, his mind reeling. He knows he should be disgusted, should push his father away. But the warmth of James's embrace is too much to resist. He nods, his voice a barely-there murmur. "Okay, Dad."
The walls of the apartment close in around them, the reality of their new arrangement settling heavily on Harry's shoulders. But for now, all he can do is lay there, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure, as his father's soft cock accidentally grazes his clit. The sticky mess of their juices paints a vivid picture of what they've just done, one that Harry can't tear his eyes away from. The ache in his ass is a constant reminder of their shared secret, one that thrills him even as it fills him with dread.
The next day, Harry wakes to the feeling of his father's cock sliding into his used pussy, his legs spread wide around James's waist reminiscent of the night before. He's sore, but the sensation of being filled so completely by his alpha's knot is intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see James looking down at him with a mix of hunger and something else—something that makes Harry's heart race in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating.
James's hips begin to move, slow and deliberate, sliding his cock in and out of Harry's tight pussy. Harry gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure takes over. The knock on the door is almost a relief, a distraction from the intensity of their shared gaze. James groans, his hands tightening on Harry's hips, but he doesn't stop, doesn't even seem to consider it.
"Come on, Harry," James murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Let's show them who's in charge."
With a grunt, James pulls Harry off the couch and onto his cock entirely, his cum dripping down on to the floor. He strides to the door, Harry's legs wrapped around his waist, his pussy slick from their earlier activities. The knocking grows louder, more insistent, but James doesn't hurry, taking his time to compose himself before opening the door.
The man on the other side, a delivery guy, looks surprised for a moment before his eyes drop to the sight of Harry's bare, cum-covered pussy. James smirks, a dark glint in his eye. "What can I do for you?" he asks, his voice casual as if he isn't currently fucking his own son. Harry's face burns, his eyes squeezed shut as James continues to bounce him on his cock, the heady mix of embarrassment and arousal making him even wetter.
The delivery man clears his throat, his gaze flickering between James and Harry before focusing on the parcel in his hands. "I, uh, have a delivery for you."
James takes the parcel without breaking stride, his hips never stopping as he fucks Harry in the open doorway. "Just leave it there," he says, his tone a low growl. The delivery guy does as he's told, his eyes still glued to the obscene display. Harry can feel the alpha's knot swelling again, and he knows that this time, he won't be able to hold back.
With a final, powerful thrust, James cums, his knot locking Harry's pussy tight around his shaft. Harry's orgasm follows, a high-pitched moan tearing from his throat. The delivery man's eyes widen, his own arousal clear as he takes a step back, unable to tear his gaze away.
"You want to come in and watch?" James asks, his voice a low purr. The delivery guy stammers, his face reddening, but the bulge in his pants tells the true story. "You can stay right there," James says, a smug smile playing on his lips as he nods to the floor beside the couch. "Just don't interrupt us." James takes Harry further into the apartment, the delivery guy follows.
The alpha starts to fuck Harry again, his movements now slower, more deliberate. Harry's eyes are glazed over with lust, his body responding eagerly to his father's dominance. The delivery man watches, transfixed, as James's cock slides in and out of Harry's tight pussy, the sound of wet flesh filling the room. Harry's breathing is ragged, his chest heaving with each deep thrust.
"There’s nothing like omega cunt in the morning, is there?" James says to the delivery guy with a smirk, his eyes never leaving Harry's. The man can't help but nod, his own hand moving to adjust his growing erection. The taboo nature of the scene only seems to turn him on more, and Harry can feel his cheeks burning with a mix of humiliation and excitement.
James leans down, his mouth hovering just above Harry's ear. "You're going to be the best little slut for me, aren't you?" he whispers, his hot breath sending shivers down Harry's spine. Harry's body responds to the words, his pussy clenching around James's cock. "Say it," James commands, his voice a low growl.
"I'll be the best slut for you, Daddy," Harry whimpers, the words slipping out before he can stop them. The delivery man's eyes widen, his hand moving faster over his own cock as he watches the father-son duo. The idea of Harry calling James 'Daddy' while being fucked only adds to the eroticism of the situation.
The alpha's thrusts grow harder, his knot swelling again. Harry's eyes roll back in his head, his moans growing louder with each stroke. The delivery man's hand moves faster, his breathing quickening. James grins, the sound of the man's hand against his cock spurring him on. "That's it, Harry," he murmurs. "Take it all, like a good little omega."
The tension builds until Harry's pussy clamps down hard around James's cock, the boy's body shaking with another powerful orgasm. The alpha grunts, his hips stuttering as he cums once more, filling Harry up with his hot, sticky seed. The delivery man can't hold back any longer, his own climax spurting onto the floor as he watches Harry's pussy pulse around James's shaft.
When it's over, James gently sets Harry down, his knot finally receding. “Harry bend over, let’s show him how good of a job I did filling you up,” James says with a wicked smile. Harry’s body feels boneless, his mind a whirlwind of emotions, but he somehow complies. He stands on wobbly legs, turning way from the delivery guy, who's still standing next to the couch, his eyes glued to Harry's pussy. Harry bends at the waist and with trembling hands, he spreads his pussy lips wide, revealing the thick creampie filling him to the brim.
The delivery guy's eyes go wide, his hand moving even faster on his cock. James stands in front of Harry, his hand on the boy's hip, guiding him slightly so that the view is even more obscene. Harry's cheeks burn, but he can't ignore the way his body responds, his pussy clenching around James's cum. He feels so exposed, so used, and it sends a shiver down his spine.
"See that?" James says, his voice smug. "That's what a real alpha does to an omega." The delivery guy nods, his eyes glazed with lust. Harry's face is a mask of conflicting emotions—shame, pleasure, and a strange sense of pride. He's never felt so...possessed before.
"You want some of that, don't you?" James asks, his voice a taunt. The man nods again, unable to form coherent words. "What's your name, boy?"
The delivery guy stammers, "It's...it's Mark, sir."
"Well, Mark," James says, his voice dripping with condescension. "You can lick Harry's cunt clean for me." Harry's eyes widen, his heart racing at the thought of someone else tasting him, seeing him like this. But the alpha's hand is firm on his hip, holding him in place.
Mark swallows hard, his hand still on his cock. "Y-yes, sir," he manages to say, his voice a croak. He steps closer to Harry, his eyes never leaving the omega’s pussy.
"Good boy," James praises, his hand sliding down to cup Harry's ass. "Now, show me how eager you are."
The delivery man drops to his knees, his tongue darting out to taste the mess James has made. Harry's pussy clenches, his body betraying him once more. The sensation of the stranger's tongue on him is foreign, but it sends waves of pleasure through his body that he can't ignore.
James watches, stroking his own cock as he commands Mark to go deeper, to get every last drop. Harry's cheeks burn as he feels the man's tongue probing his entrance, his own juices mixing with his father's cum. The sensation is too much, and he can't help but push back, silently begging for more.
The alpha chuckles, his hand moving to Harry's neck, his grip firm but not painful. "You like that, don't you?" he whispers. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Daddy," Harry gasps, the word slipping out before he can think. James's eyes light up with lust, his grip tightening. The power dynamic is clear—Harry is the omega, the one to be used, and James is the alpha, the one in control.
But as Mark's tongue works its magic, Harry's thoughts begin to swirl. He can't shake the feeling that this is wrong, that he's losing himself in his father's twisted game. Yet the pleasure is undeniable, his body responding in a way that makes him feel alive, even as his mind reels.
James watches with a smug grin as Harry's labia swell and redden under Mark's eager ministrations. Harry's inner lips are tender and sensitive, quivering with each lap of the delivery man's tongue. Harry tries to focus on the sensation, to ignore the reality of what's happening, but the more Mark licks, the more Harry feels like he's losing control.
The clitoris, that sensitive little bud at the top of Harry's vulva, feels like it's on fire. Mark seems to know exactly how to tease it, flicking it lightly before sucking it into his mouth. Harry's moans grow louder, his body trembling as he fights the urge to push back against the man's face. He can feel his father's hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place, reminding him who's in control.
And then there's the opening of Harry's pussy, the part of him that's been claimed by James so thoroughly. It's stretched and sore from the brutal fucking, but it's also wet and welcoming, a testament to his body's betrayal. Mark's tongue slides in and out, tasting James's cum, mixing it with Harry's own juices. The sensation is overwhelming, and Harry can't help but push back, his body seeking more of the forbidden pleasure.
The room is thick with the scent of sex, the sound of wet, sucking noises echoing in Harry's ears. He's lost in a haze of sensation, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. And through it all, James's voice is a constant, low murmur, guiding Mark, praising Harry for being such a good boy, for taking his cock and his cum so willingly.
The delivery man's tongue dips up to Harry's asshole, still stretched from the previous night's events. Harry jerks, a new wave of pleasure-pain shooting through him. James chuckles, his grip tightening. "You liked that, didn't you?" he whispers in Harry's ear. Harry can't deny it, his body arching back in silent admission.
As Mark continues to lick and suck, Harry's mind starts to clear. He knows he can't let this go on, can't let his father turn him into a mindless sex toy for his own amusement. With a Herculean effort, he pulls away, his legs shaking as he stands before James.
"Dad, no," Harry whispers, his voice shaking. "This isn't right."
James's smile turns cold, his hand sliding from Harry's neck to cup his chin, forcing the boy to look at him. "You're mine now, Harry," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're my little omega slut, and you'll do as I say."
The words hit Harry like a slap, snapping him out of his haze. He shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "No, I can't," he says, his voice trembling.
But even as he says it, Harry feels a strange yearning, a desperate need to submit to his father's will. He's torn between the love and fear he feels for the man, the pleasure and pain that's become so intertwined.
James's eyes narrow, his grip on Harry's chin tightening. "You will," he says, his voice a promise and a threat. "Because you know you want it. You know you crave it."
The delivery man, forgotten in the intensity of the moment, watches with a mix of shock and arousal, his cock still in his hand. Harry can feel the weight of his father's gaze, the power of his words. He's not sure if he can resist, but something deep within him stirs, a spark of defiance.
"Daddy, please," Harry whispers, his voice cracking. "I don't want this."
For a moment, James's expression falters, the facade of the dominant alpha slipping to reveal the man beneath. But then it's gone, replaced by a steely resolve. "You will," he says firmly. "You'll want it, crave it, just like every other omega."
With trembling hands, Harry starts to pull his clothes on, his legs wobbly from the intensity of the previous night's and this morning's encounters. His pussy feels raw, but the need for escape is stronger than the pain. He has to get out, to find someone who can help him make sense of this mess.
James watches him, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and lust. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
"I need...I need to think," Harry stammers, his eyes avoiding his father's. "I can't do this."
The alpha steps closer, his cock still half-hard. "You're not going anywhere," he says, his hand reaching out to grab Harry's arm. Harry tries to pull away, but James is too strong.
"Please," Harry begs, his voice desperate. "I'm your son."
The word hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the taboo they've crossed. For a second, James seems to hesitate, his hand loosening on Harry's arm. Then, with a growl, he yanks Harry back towards him, his mouth crashing down in a brutal kiss. Harry can taste himself on James's tongue, and the realization makes him moan despite his protests.
The delivery man, forgotten in the corner, watches the scene unfold with a mix of horror and fascination. He's never seen anything like this, never even dreamed of such a twisted relationship. But he can't deny the pull of it, the way his own cock responds to the raw, primal power on display.
James breaks the kiss, his eyes boring into Harry's. "You're mine," he says, his voice a low growl. "Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to breed."
The words hit Harry like a sledgehammer, the reality of what's happening slamming into him. He struggles against his father's grip, but James is unyielding. "No," Harry whispers, his voice barely audible. "Please, no."
But James isn't listening. He's already pulling Harry back towards the bedroom, the delivery man forgotten. Harry's mind is racing, trying to find a way out, trying to hold onto his dwindling sense of self. But as his father pulls his pants down and slides his cock back inside his pussy, filling him up once more, Harry knows that he's lost in a world of lust and submission that he may never escape from.