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“All the damn coin I invested in you just to find out you’re fucking useless,” Kam muttered. Despite the caustic tenor of his voice he never slowed the roll of his hips.
Till’s handler was astride his thighs, sheathed to the hilt and giving him the ride of his life. The tight, sucking heat of Kam’s hole was quickly making Till feel on the brink of delirium. His cock was being ravaged, encased in the most perfect torture imaginable and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Till’s thighs shook, his toes cramped from how long he’d been clenching them, and his throat felt raw from his moans. Worse was how overly sensitive his cock felt in his handler’s heat.
And his handler was— so extraordinarily difficult. Till had nowhere to look but at his handler, an omega with greying temples, a wicked tongue and a constellation of freckles across the bridge of his pert nose.
Till’s handler closed his eyes and worried his bottom lip, as he fucked himself on his charge’s cock like he was little more than a dildo. Kam was an experienced alpha handler who had trained a countless number of alpha studs just like this, his cock bouncing as he ground his ass and fucked himself on his charge’s cock.
“Trained your cock for fucking nothing,” Kam handler said harshly, squeezing his insides as expertly as he did every day when he “trained Till.”
Till had been handpicked for the alpha breeding program and to find out he had a non existent sperm count had been a blow. Alphas who could inseminate were rare and he’d thought he was special. Kam seemed to take a perverse pleasure out of saying he turned out to be a fraud.
It had been only a few days since the testing had come out but Kam still milked him dutifully every morning. Till had been trained to come deep in an omega’s ass and his handler’s was exceptional.
Most of his training sessions ended with his handler’s flat belly sloping with seed and the stench of come clinging to his handler’s thighs. Usually Kam was kind and let him come quickly.
But since his infertility had been discovered Kam would tease him without always letting him come. That day it had been nearly an hour, Kam massaging his cock to the brink of orgasm, making Till’s voice hoarse and his toes curl for every almost climax.
Kam continued to bounce rhythmically, grunting and cursing as his cock bobbed in front of him, the flushed tip leaking a long string of precome that made Till jealous. His handler had already come twice, his hole wet and messy, dried come on Till’s bare chest.
“I’m sorry,” Till blubbered, trying to resist thrusting or shifting his hips. He’d never been permitted to. Kam said staying still taught alphas humility. But all Till could think of was the sensitivity of his cock and the fullness of his balls. He wasn’t meant to go this long without relief. “Please, Kam, can I just—“
Kam fixed Till with a glare. “Can you what? Spit up more of this useless seed? What’s the point?” Kam’s pace doubled, the slaps of their bodies easing out a reluctant moan from Till. Fuck. Not again.
The pleasure of wet, squeezing heat was sharp and absolute, making Till lose his train of thought. He wanted to chase the pleasure and reach its end, not this. Till couldn’t even worry about what poor breeding stock he would make if he couldn’t even breed. Instead, he was focused on getting the simple, yet unreachable, pleasure of an orgasm.
“Sir,” Till mewled, thighs straining from discomfort of the position. He was sitting upright, by the edge of his bed. As soon as his handler impaled himself he’d been instructed to stay in his seated position, hands at his side. Even though he wanted to touch his handler’s skin, kiss him, push him down and fuck him properly. Breed him. The way any alpha wanted to breed an omega.
Kam started pumping his own erection.
“Sir,” Till repeated, “do I get to—?” Blinding jealousy consumed him. How was Kam able to touch his meagre omega cock, almost pretty in the blush tones. But Till’s cock was suffering. He was suffering!
Kam closed his eyes and groaned before he opened his eyes only a slant. “Dildos don’t speak,” he said softly, tone like ice before he moaned and came, cock bobbing as he spurted his load across Till’s chest.
Kam raised himself with a squelch, Till’s cock visibly pulsing from the loss of its favourite hole. It was too much for Till. Too much teasing.
He sniffled, trying not to get too loud. He couldn’t help that breeding stock were so fixated on the act of breeding.
Kam leaned his head over Till’s cock and spit before giving Till an unenthusiastic handjob. His grip was at once too tight and not enough, disregarding the most sensitive parts of his cock. It was pleasurable but nothing like his handler’s wet heat.
Till breathed heavily, panting from the sensation. At least he would be getting some kind of relief. He was going to be allowed to come! “Thank you, Kam,” Till said worshipfully. “Thank you.”
Kam raised a brow while using a two handed assault on Till’s cock that made his balls draw up. “Dildos don’t speak,” he said coldly. He stopped touching Till’s cock and before he could exclaim with surprise, Kam slapped Till’s cockhead. The sudden sensation triggered a sudden orgasm that took Till by surprise.
His cock didn’t spew so much as gush, thick white seed, slopping out of his wide piss slit. All the edging of the last hour left him with an orgasm that wasn’t nearly enough. Even as come sludged out of his cockhead it was nothing like when he got to relieve himself in his handler’s heat.
It wasn’t fair.
But breeding stock didn’t get to voice their displeasure. Silent tears fell from Till’s eyes.
“Thank you, Handler,” he said with a sniffle.
His handler only gave him a disdainful glance. “I haven’t been in the market of sex toys for a while but I suppose I’ll make a good dildo out of you yet. Aren’t you happy your handler can find a use for such poor breeding stock?”
Till placed his hands on his knees and squeezed. “Yes, handler.”
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