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Either he was some kind of sex addict or he was too debauched for his own good. Louis didn't know it, but there he was sending his STD test results to Illicit , one of London's biggest sex clubs.
Of course, in his thirties, Louis was often too sexually active, but most of all, he was a risk taker and loved to experience new things. Having sex with strangers was something he adored and one of his biggest fetishes; he could come so hard at the mere thought of a stranger whose face he couldn't see or barely knew rudely fucking his swollen hole.
He had been to the most unbridled sex parties, from orgies to masquerade parties where he could barely see bits of skin causing his mind to fly over who might be defiling him.
He had no stability and certainly wasn't looking for it, he felt that monogamy couldn't give him everything he wanted unless, of course, his partner was as open as he was to the experiences his sexual libido was taking him to.
After living repressed all his adolescence and even adulthood under how complicated it could be if someone found out about his deepest desires, he had found ways, and boy, had he discovered himself. Sex with strangers who didn't judge him for his preferences was the thing that turned him on the most and gave him strong orgasms.
He was not only an omega who could suffer harassment if society found out about his promiscuity, but he was also Louis William Tomlinson, the first omega justice to reach the Supreme Court.
It's not as if London's upper crust politicians didn't have a history behind them of screwing secretaries or scandalous divorces, but they weren't him; they weren't an omega who, from the start, was seen as weak or rumoured to have screwed someone of substance to get to such a position.
He had something to prove, and while what went on in his bedroom or with his body should not matter to anyone, unfortunately society with its morbidity had turned him into someone who had to be ashamed of his sexual tastes for fear of being exposed.
His name to participate in such parties changed. Who he was before the owners of the dark rooms, adult bookstores and sex clubs was William Thompson, someone reserved who paid in cash and almost always kept his identity hidden under a mask. He didn’t need his face to be visible for the adventure he had just embarked in.
The glory hole.
He had looked at Brit — his sure fuck buddy — as if he had grown another head when he mentioned, "if it's your hole you want is full, no matter whose cock it is, you should get your ass behind a wall and get fucked by so many alphas that your hungry ass won't be looking for me for days."
They shared a cigarette for those moments and more than fucking, they were friends, close friends. Brit was an omega, like him, who landed in their bed when they both didn't want an alpha or just weren't satisfied. The other omega was an assistant to an important CEO in a multinational in London.
He didn't have a knot, but he was functional. Louis wanted his ass fucked no matter if he had a knot in the end or not, though he could be a whore for a knot, for him they were so satisfying, because they anticipated a cumshot. Although he didn't allow many to come to him for fear of pregnancy or an STD, he had allowed it to alphas close enough. It was still a privilege.
However, beyond that, the words Brit didn't get out of his head. Apparently it was an experience he hadn't tried and needed to do? The idea of alphas taking turns fucking his puckered hole turned him on.
He searched for video because he needed to see or at least imagine the scene. The sensation of feeling helpless with his legs spread like a whore, letting them do whatever they wanted with his ass, was a twisted turn-on.
He was fucked . Although the self-recognition of being a whore for a cock was not new to him.
He'd gotten wet watching the faces of pleasure on the omegas behind the wooden bar. The omegas holding their breasts as they were fucked and jerked by powerful onslaughts from the alphas and the male omegas moaning with their nice holes overflowing with lube dripping around those big cocks.
That night he had fucked his dildo squeezing his left nipple hard, imagining someone faceless fucking him until he pushed a knot beyond its rim.
His horniness and desire to experiment had led him to look for a safe place to fulfil his fantasy and there was one of those places: Illicit .
According to what they had explained to him, everything was in strict confidence and they were so well organized that they gave him a fucking online tour of the room where the practice took place, their hygiene protocols, and of course, their policy of protecting not only the identity of the participants, but also their physical integrity by requesting STD tests from a recent period to each of the participants despite the mandatory use of condoms.
Louis wasn't going to deny that he was a bit deflated by the latter, which was irresponsible, but the simple idea of having not only his hole stretched, but filled with the cum of many alphas without being able to recognize whose it was (just the idea of being impregnated by many like the whore he was) made him very horny.
But he would abide by it, he would be irresponsible if he didn't, maybe that fantasy would be fulfilled another time.
He closed the laptop. The time would be the next day and anxiety was creeping up his spine, to the point of making him feel horny, almost in heat.
That was another option Illicit offered him: the same service for his heat, which included having the staff take care of him, but at the same time highlighting how satisfying it was for the omegas to spend their heat that way, especially those bachelors who didn't want an alpha chasing his scent or trying to mark him.
He walked over to the fridge pulling out some water before reaching for his suppressants and drinking his sacredly, this time accompanied by his scent inhibitor, this being another of the requirements requested and he clearly supported.
No scents.
Alphas had them, but omegas behind the wall didn't, somehow that prevented further harassment, to which they could be subjected if an alpha decided to track him infatuated. Of course, Louis was relieved about that, anyway. Every time he had a clandestine encounter, it was routine – he liked to keep his identity hidden and his scent was part of his identity.
He didn't hide it in his other scenarios; when he proudly walked down the street and even in court he bragged about it to the four winds, letting them see how far an omega of his age had been able to go.
It being Saturday with no plan, he moved about his large flat that sometimes made him feel lonely and also small; he looked for his bed to laze in all day and perhaps sleep no matter if it was 10:00 am.
Harry glanced at his watch for the thousandth time, noticing that his driver was taking a couple of seconds longer than usual. Maybe his mood was in a hellish mood, that even Brit complained about him and his shitty mood, called him a "stalker", "bossy" and even threatened to quit after one of his hateful answers.
Of course, Harry with the headache pulsing in his temples just wanted to fire him and so he did. With an inward bitter laugh, he watched the omega's eyes go wide, perhaps a little too surprised at the day he finally couldn't take any more of his childishness and sacked him.
He didn't feel guilty, he wasn't unaware that he made life miserable for his subordinates, but he felt that on that particular day they were all being too inefficient to the point of having a headache.
Of course, perhaps he would hire Brit again the next day if he felt like it.
When the car finally parked in front of him, he gritted his teeth before saying something to George, who already looked too frightened just looking at his face.
"Home," he muttered sourly, leaning back against the leather covered seat.
He needed to get out for a bit or get drunk, maybe let his wolf and fuck a hole. Yeah, at best it was presumably his lack of humour was a fuck. It had been two weeks since the last one, in which he had fucked an omega almost insanely out of his heat.
He couldn't remember his face, it was all a blur of clawed, swarthy ass, but the smothering sensation of an ass clenching around him, completely wet and accessible to him was all he needed to knot and soothe the heat, he didn't require to know any more.
His cock stirred in his trousers and he let out a sigh. He hated it a little when his brain went to his cock, but it was often unavoidable. He patted himself down a little and then went for his phone that was in his coat pocket and dialled Victor.
"Do you have quotas for tomorrow?"
He didn't even say hello, to the point where the alpha on the other end of the line guffawed.
"One last spot, it'll be a few alphas– about fifteen – for seven omegas," he muttered.
"Save a place for me and of course my condoms for my knot."
"Will it be prolonged or..."
"It won't be. I need to fuck fast, a couple of knots and that's all," he acknowledged.
"Fine," affirmed the male.
It would be in the evening.
Usually such activities were done during the day in dim light, but since the next day was a holiday, they didn't need it to be so early. So, as night fell, Harry was getting ready as simply as he could, which was an understatement because after all, he almost always liked to look smart, as evidenced by the linen trousers he wore and the shirt tucked up his strong arms.
He started to put his rings on his fingers observing the mask before him before thinking whether he would wear it or not, for the omegas he would fuck wouldn't see it, but he did need to see the list of alphas, he didn't mind too much, no one could talk shit about him that would affect him enough more than the fact that he could have anyone he wanted and there he was getting ready to go to a place where he would stick his cock in the spongy ass or wet pussy of an omega, impersonal, no more tactful than his hands holding those thighs wide open for him.
He tugged at his short curly hair with a sigh of anticipation and his hard cock at half-mast. "Treacherous fucker," he thought.
He hoped the drive to Illicit would be a short one. They'd been summoned at eight probably because most of the alphas who would be attending were recurring; when there was someone new they almost always did a little introduction on behaviour, mostly so there wouldn't be squabbling between them over the heat of sex and pheromones.
He was quiet most of the time. He used to walk around and take a look around before he decided on a tight hole to fuck. He didn't usually use omegas who gave blowjobs, it wasn't comparable to the experience of a tight pussy or ass choking him.
He had a preference for male omegas, he liked the duality of pleasure those magnificent beings experienced, a swollen prostate and a nice cock released a sweet ejaculation. They were a biologically complex specimen, extremely difficult to find, but he admitted that a wet ass and a cock bouncing against his belly was glorious.
And precisely, he was on his way to it, to the glory hidden behind a barrier, just for his pleasure.
Louis had arrived at seven o'clock and his belly was tingling with anticipation. They were all apparently first timers that night, they were told that the alphas who would be participating in the session were experienced so they could feel somehow much more confident.
They had been offered four positions, and he was of course the only male omega, the others were female, of course he recognised how rare male omegas were and even more so in the circumstances.
He was dressed casually, he could boast that in his thirties he wore jeans like any omega in his twenties, as well as tight shirts. They all wore masks around him so anonymity remained.
They had been told that two could use their mouths and the others varied between three positions, one of which was doggy backed on a sort of plank where the alpha fucking them would have a view of their ass and thighs; it tended to be the favourite position of most given the ease of fucking and was even more impersonal, however, it wasn't what he wanted.
There was a single spot for an omega who didn't want to be touched in which the alpha's cock was simply inserted into one hole and the omega on the other side would do all the work fucking it; he didn't want that either.
The last one with the two remaining positions was the scariest, in which the position was most vulnerable, but it was what he wanted. Him lying on a plush plank, half of his waist up would be protected by the wood so he couldn't see anything and the other half of his body was in the air and his legs would be held up by leather harnesses, spread wide open showing his wet hole to all those strangers.
He wasn't ashamed, he was dripping with anticipation, heated by the idea, he'd even been offered a pair of half tights that would reach a little higher than his plump thighs... and they would see it, they would see how wet he was about to be fucked....
A whore for a cock, the right Louis Tomlinson, an exhibitionist.
He undressed in the small room behind the wood that would be his biggest mask. He left his shirt on, as he didn't feel the need to take it off, and then removed his underwear. His legs were sheathed in stockings and then the door was knocked a couple of times.
An attendant helped him to position himself by opening the upper wooden hatch where a hole was left in the middle of the hatch when it was closed, through which his waist passed. He lay back on the comfortable plush quilt, feeling the skin on his waist and hips prickle. Then, the top hatch was closed and he could only look up at the light above him and the wood that didn't allow him to see what was happening on the other side.
He felt his legs being pulled apart and spread. It was a little uncomfortable, but it was flexible enough to support him. It was better that they were supported than that he had to hold them open on his own without any support.
A breath of icy air hit his buttocks, more specifically at his entrance which he felt completely exposed to the air. There was a pair of harnesses around his ankles and then, there he was, lying there just waiting for the cocks that would enter him and fuck him, knot him.
Just like a whore, with his legs stretched to the limit in a "v" with his ass in the air on the edge of a ledge ready for an alpha to pull him in and fuck him. Damn! He could feel the lube sliding down his cheeks, like he was in heat. His cock was hard against his abdomen, where he couldn't reach it to help him come, the space was too tight for his hand to pass through and jerk off with confidence, it was a point in the femenine omegas favour, a couple of fingers on their clit and they'd be satisfied.
He sighed. It would be good, he just had to wait.
It was raining when Harry got out of his van. He adjusted his trench coat around his neck and moved towards the entrance of the club. The atmosphere was conducive to anything, he could stay there and have sex just the same with any of the people dancing in the middle of the dance floor, or go to the end of the big building where the “hole” room was or just go and look at the “sado” room where there was a parade of scenes of doms with their subs.
Illicit was for all tastes, for voyeurs, swingers, orgies, BDSM practitioners; his best friend Shawn had called it "pervert's paradise", but Harry didn't see it that way, for him Illicit , far from being something illicit was a poetry to sexual freedom, people went to fulfil their desires and he was one of those.
With the mask covering half of his face, he moved towards the lift and pressed on to floor nine, where he was being summoned. He was a little late, but not too late, maybe fifteen minutes. His cock had been hard since he had been putting on his clothes just with the idea of going out to play and he couldn't wait to get free, he liked the idea of having someone there, in that glorious room waiting to be fucked, rough, hard, however he wanted.
He would be the master of that omega and he didn't need the omega to see him to do it.
In the doorway behind the glass stood Jeremy, a chubby beta who gave him a discreet smile and received his admission money and in turn sanitised his hands and held out a strip of condoms, just his size.
He received his mackintosh, hanging it on a rack behind him.
"Is everyone inside?" he asked.
The beta gave him a quick nod.
Then, he in a nervous gesture adjusted his shirt sleeves again and walked through the door. He was immediately hit by the neutral aromas of arousal from the omegas and in turn the scent of lube and sex. Of course there were already alphas fucking, some with their cock deeply plunged into the hole in the thin wooden wall, others fucking thighs or vaginas, others just watching as they touched themselves and of course, there were the undecided who ran their hands curiously over the various skins on display.
The way to ask an omega if you could fuck him was to insert one or two fingers into his wet cavity, if he pushed against you, you could fuck him. It was a sort of twisted doorbell waiting for the door to be opened.
He wandered around the spacious room deciding he wanted a drink first. He approached the alcohol bar at the ready pouring himself a glass of whiskey. With his fingers clenching the glass tumbler between his hands and his hard cock pressed against the soft fabric of his boxer shorts, he surveyed from a corner all that was available to him.
He noticed first of all a pretty pale pussy with reddish hair sliding down to her slit; there was a dark cock defiling that milky skin at that instant. The high had a sour aroma that urged them to stay away until it was over, so it wasn't their first choice of the night.
He advanced to a pair of asses side by side, one of them with a tattoo drawn on it, the skin was slightly dark, it looked smooth, the pussy was closed or could not be seen because of the huge buttocks that omega had. Curious he reached over and stroked gently checking the softness felt in his fingers.
The omega pushed against him, yet he had not asked for it. He sipped a long drink and continued his exploration. Deliberately ignoring the blowjobs, he continued his way to the furthest from the entrance and then he saw him.
There was a small waist coming out of the hole, pale plump legs spread wide open and covered by those sexy stockings up to mid thigh, he moved a little closer noting that that small body was being fucked by an alpha whose cock appeared to be long, but a little thin.
In his ears suddenly echoed the noises of the room that he had not noticed until that moment, the grunts of the alphas, the moans and cries of the omegas being roughly fucked, but in particular those of that omega sounded low, barely sweet. The black-haired alpha who was fucking him was pulling his ass hard and penetrating him from a comfortable position.
Harry moved closer when he noticed there was no threat if he did so and got a better look. The pale belly was faintly dampened by the white stain dripping from the omega's rosy cock. His belly wasn't toned, but it was nice, all offset by that lovely slim waist and then, he couldn't omit that omega's ass, big, plump to the point of surely slipping out of his hands.
The alpha before him growled like a beast in heat and Harry watched in awe at the way that tight hole seemed to want to keep him inside.
Then everything stopped before him, the scent of thick semen entering his nostrils as he watched that snowy skin stained with the whitish liquid of cum. The omega was cumming profusely, to the point that he could see the floor covered in red velvet the drops of lubricant splashed directly from that ass being pulled again and again against that slender cock.
He had never been much of an observer, he preferred to take, to devour, to dominate, but just looking at that part of his body and smelling that omega's arousal and desire, he was getting his cock so wet that his boxer shorts were getting wet.
He could see the omega's abdomen rise and fall, probably agitated. It didn't seem to be a mind-blowing orgasm, but it was strong enough. The alpha didn't look interested in knotting him so he pulled out and left him there. Maybe he had been able to smell his scent of desire and possession and left him that precious gift. Harry didn't know, but he was grateful.
He cursed having to wear a condom, otherwise he would have loved to watch the way his cum would drip out of that tight hole.
He let a few seconds pass and then he was able to get close enough to touch. First his hands went to those short, plump legs covered by the black fishnets that set off the whitish tone of his skin.
There was a sparse, wispy hair adorning them, highlighting the masculinity of an omega male, the slight contrast between softness and coarseness. He stroked, feeling the skin tremble beneath his fingers. Perhaps the omega had been able to sense his coffee scent, so he took more confidence and moved down the back of his thighs to his bottom.
The skin was as smooth as he had imagined, so when he reached the crease that separated his ass from his leg, he lightly scraped the skin with his fingernail. He leaned in close, watching the rosy testicles and cock jutting out against the belly of that omega where that seed was scattered haphazardly.
He felt his body tense under his touch as he rimmed that wet hole that was exposed there only to be used, for his pleasure. Omegas who engaged in such acts fascinated him, especially the ones in that position, because they showed submission and legitimate trust, just by the simple fact of exposing themselves just like that to be fucked by a stranger.
He moved his two fingers over the wet rim, teasing faintly, feeling the warmth of the skin and above all longing and watching that pink bud wanting to entice him. He was only to insert one finger and wait if the omega would accept it, but he wanted to torture him some more.
He leaned in even further, this time spreading both buttocks apart to get a better view of the passageway where his cock would be lost, and pressed his nose to his right cheek and inhaled. He hated not being able to smell the scent of the omega other than the one that showed his emotions, like arousal and of course, that was all he could smell on that little omega, the raw, burning arousal.
He flicked his nose over the skin and heard him moan a plea, but he could only hear the blood rushing hard in his ears, he was fucking thrilled. It wasn't usual, but he couldn't stand it, he ran his tongue along the wet rim and licked with pleasure barely licking with a hard tongue and then he shuddered, bingo.
"Look at nothing but what a beautiful pink bud you have, would you open like a flower for me, darling? " he murmured huskily against that big ass for those moments held wide by his hands, even overflowing a little from them and that he presumed to have big strong hands "I promise to fill your ass so good."
It wasn't the usual method, most times omegas didn't talk they just moaned and he didn't expect this one to, so he effected his silent request by letting his finger slide in a whole path inside the omega's tight interior.
He had just been fucked before his eyes and he still didn't understand how that hole didn't feel loose, but warm and velvety, only softened by the abundant lubricant that was dripping, he left his finger there and waited for it to rock.
As he did so he felt his cock. He didn't know why his alpha was upset to the point of wanting to fuck him without a condom, as he had hardly ever done so worried about an unwanted puppy or a disease given his promiscuity, which was why he was so strict in his periodic examinations, not to mention that most of the clubs he attended required it.
He stroked his cock watching that hole where he would taste glory after a long time. His finger pinched between that slightly wrinkled, pink skin and the lubricant dripping around it, preparing to take it. When the omega wiggled his hips against him twice in one statement, he released the air he didn't think he had contained and released his finger by pulling down the slider of his trousers and freeing his fat cock and testicles, just that, to take advantage and abuse the hole of that omega ready for him.
Louis groaned at the loss of contact the moment that thick, long finger withdrew from inside him. His mouth salivated at the thought of that finger being preparation for what would be a thick, fat cock.
The previous alpha had been good, it had drilled his prostate to the point of making him cum hard, but somehow it wasn't enough, it was long, but not fat, he preferred them fat because the stretch burned and he enjoyed it.
It was almost a relief that the owner of those caresses on his legs and buttocks asked him if he could fuck him. He smelled of coffee, he knew he was a male because female alphas tended to have much more subtle, citrusy scents. He smelled of dominance, power, even arrogance, that alpha teased him, his need, but at the same time his touch felt like veneration.
He was on the verge of cumming the moment that tongue caressed his rim as if gathering every drop of moisture, thirsty, thirsty for him and for Louis it couldn't have been more exciting. He glued his hands to the wood, suddenly eager to see him, to scratch his back, to see his grimaces.... He didn't know what was wrong with him, he hadn't cared much before, maybe it was the closeness of his heat and that he was too horny being blind.
He moaned for his heat to subside, almost wanting to beg for the stranger's cock, when the stranger didn't fuck him right after he withdrew his finger. He needed something, even if it was his voice....
His voice...
The stranger had spoken clear and husky against his hole and he'd almost cum from his voice alone and he still wasn't talking too dirty to him, Louis couldn't imagine if he did, because then multiorgasms would be the order of the day.
He liked to have his commanding voice used on him, to be used, to be a hole to fuck.
He lifted his shirt, wearing it for the first time in a long time, brought his fingers to his nipples and pinched them desperately, seeking to match the touch that alpha had on his buttocks with his aching nipples.
Then he felt it, that fat cock stalking him, the unknown alpha drenching him with its coffee aroma marking him as the thick head of his cock stroked up and down his entrance. It would be a violent invasion and so his hole grew even wetter preparing to receive him.
As that head pierced him Louis moaned loudly feeling the slight burning in his throat, it was big, wide, his breathing quickened a little more and his fingers pinched his nipples more roughly.
"A whore for a cock sweetheart" he heard that voice that had him idiotic say, he wanted to reply that for cocks like that, he was.
Despite the condom he could feel the texture of the thick phallus, it wasn't all the way in yet and he wanted more, even if it burned a little.
"If you could see your rim honey" said the alpha in a growl "A beautiful red bud opening up for me."
Then he pulled on his hips and impaled him fully. Louis opened his mouth without a sound feeling dumbfounded and choked by the very presence of the cock inside him, he brought his hands to the wood before him and squeezed a small handle there to support himself as his body was rocked hard against that cock, hard, forceful, sweeping to the point that there were tears sliding down his cheeks from something completely contrary to pain.
He was foggy, closed his eyes because even though they were open he could see nothing but the light brown of the wood before him and the white of the rest of the room.
He didn't recognise the noises coming out of his mouth, he was being fucked so hard that an alpha in heat would be ashamed not to fuck in such a bestial, repetitive way.... he could hear the sloshing of his fluids, the slap of those powerful testicles against his buttocks.
That alpha hadn't even bothered to pull down his trousers, fucking him fully clothed, for he could feel the softness of the fabric against his buttocks and part of his thighs. It was that fabric that softened the sting of the blows and the savagery with which he was fucked. At first he was worried about not being able to touch his cock, but he didn't care anymore, it all came down to his ass, his hungry hole getting a proper fucking, being used for someone else's pleasure.
His toes contorted at the thought, he was a slut, a waste, a hole into which an unknown alpha was plunging his cock for pleasure. He wanted at that point to have his legs free to curl them around those powerful hips and not let him pull away until his knot swelled inside him quenching the heat.
"Alpha!" he exclaimed in desperation as the first orgasm hit and the alpha wouldn't stop, giving him more.
He felt a waterfall drain from him from his cum, as well as his belly warm from the semen. But it didn't stop and already he was sobbing, but it didn't smell of pain, it was pure, primal, cruel, bestial pleasure.
He could even feel little claws clawing at the tender skin of his hip.
"Ah! ah!" he groaned in an effort to breathe, feeling the four narrow walls around him closing in tighter.
He'd been in subspace before, with so much more than what he was getting, a cock, coffee aroma and grunts, yet this had him on the edge and he wanted to let go, but he couldn't if that alpha didn't take care of him.
"A hole made for my pleasure, mine alone" the alpha growled and Louis forgot that there were many more people in the room, he had stopped hearing other moans, pounding and grunting. It had all come down to his hole being fucked and him .
Then his hips were released and the alpha was now sticking harder holding his legs this time. He could feel his stockings ripping and couldn't care less. The alpha was grunting and he was crying because he was cumming for the second time.
"You're squirting" stated that sinister voice again "All because of a stranger fucking you, using you. Whore!" he let out a growl and he nodded repeatedly, even though the alpha couldn't see it.
The saliva at that point was trickling down his lips and his tears were mixed with sweat.
"Whore!" echoed again and Louis, groaned before biting his lips and avoiding saying anything else.
He felt high, he was probably on a higher trip than when he experimented with cocaine just for the aroma of coffee, he felt like he was experiencing a rut with an alpha in the same situation, he knew that only then could an omega behave like a drugged out man, but he had no excuse.
Desperate from the tingling that wouldn't stop he began to claw at the wood looking for something, someone to hold on to while he was lost.
When the alpha let out a grunt that probably upset the alphas in the room, Louis moaned in exhilaration one last time in a third orgasm that released so much lube he thought he would run dry, his cock remained spent against his belly, barely twitching from a dry orgasm.
He didn't think about a fourth orgasm, but sure enough when the knot expanded with a final lunge, another shudder ran through his body and he moaned feeling the warmth inside him barely perceptible through the latex. At that point he felt lost in the middle of nowhere, then he felt gentle hands caressing his outstretched thighs that trembled on the outside.
The alpha's calloused hands comforted him a little for what he really wanted to do. His breathing seemed uncontrollable, as if he wasn't finished. He was dying to see his hole stretched, releasing that alpha's cum, but he couldn't, the condom hadn't allowed it, but neither did the policies of the Glory Hole room.
A stranger, suddenly all too familiar had given him the best fuck of his life.
He sobbed pitifully as the knot began to unravel, thrusting his hips refusing to lose contact, but finally doing so, though the gentle touch of the alpha didn't go away.
"I know you wanted my cum, baby" hummed the suddenly calm alpha "Maybe someday I'll overflow that beautiful ass of yours."
Then, a hand came to rest on his bare belly and the cum was collected just a little, before he felt the gooey texture on his ass.
He was penetrating him with his own cum . And that shouldn't have been so hot after the sweeping orgasms he'd had, but his sphincter tightened around the calloused fingers all the same.
Then the contact was gone and as much as he pushed his ass in search of more, he felt a soft kiss in the middle of his thighs, right where he knew he had a birthmark that would only be seen if he was naked.
And the warmth left his body, the smell of coffee was beginning to dissipate, leaving only his skin. The alpha was gone, or had moved on to the next glory hole and then, his mind went blank, still processing what he had experienced.