Seen a reel of a hitachi boot harness that I sent to @iamtherealaetherghoul and had brainworms about trans!Secondo from Trans Secondo anon so had to cook up something about them both xx
Secondo had been infuriated all evening. Alpha had joined him at a formal 'party' with various higher ups from other branches of the ministry and had spent the entire evening hissing and snarking at anyone that looked at Secondo too long while simultaneously flirting with every women in the room. He couldn't let his ghoul embarrass him like this again, opting to force Alpha to wait while he changes to get his 'treat' for joining him.
Alpha is already hard, getting to watch his papa all night had flared his jealousy, surely Secondo didn't need anyone else when he had a tight little hole waiting for him? knowing Secondo would surely fuck him into the mattress for protecting him like a good mate had him pleased as he made himself comfortable in Secondo's armchair, helping himself to some of his fancy brandy.
He nearly has to do a double take when Secondo returns in his leather chest harness taut over his fat pecs, nipple rings glinting in the yellow lamp light, heavy boots thunking against the floor, his chubby cunt exposed. Alpha nearly whines as he notices the new addition to Secondo's right boot, a simple O ring at the base of the laces, a loop at the top and another strap across Secondo's muscular calf. A new harness, only making Alpha's dick leak in anticipation.
Secondo's boots thud heavily against the floorboards as he approaches, the new harness on his right calf catching the light. He stops in front of the armchair, looming over Alpha with a cold, predatory gaze. "You think you're clever, don't you ghoul?" His voice is low and dangerous, sending a nervous tingling across Alpha's skin. "Snarling at my colleagues, flirting with anyone with a pulse. Embarrassing me." He reaches down, grabbing Alpha by the chin and forcing him to look up at him. "Get on the floor, now." Alpha is helpless but to crumple to his knees, humiliation burning against his skin. Secondo barely reacts, simply grabbing Alpha's collar from the small table. Thick leather, with a heavy brass buckle gleaming as he looms behind Alpha, roughly pulling the collar around his neck and cinching it tight, the leather pressing against his throat. "You wanted attention? You only get attention from me, mutt." Secondo steps back for a moment, admiring his work, a cruel smile on his lips. "Kneel properly, ghoul, I didn't waste my time training you for nothing, did I?"
Alpha's breath hitches as the collar tightens, his hands trembling at his sides. He obeys, shifting onto his knees with a low whimper, the leather a constant reminder of his place. He wants to snap and growl, to mount Secondo and fuck his papa into oblivion but he's helpless, he can only obey his papa's demands. The only way he's getting to cum in the foreseeable future is if he behaves. "I'm sorry, sir," his whispers, voice cracking. "I didn't mean to- I was just-" His words tumble out in a desperate rush, each apology cut short as Secondo settles into the armchair with a deliberate slowness. The ghoul's eyes widen as Secondo's boot presses against his bulge, firm and unyielding, a jolt of pain and heat shooting through him. "Please, I'll be good." Alpha gasps, but the pressure intensifies, silencing him. Secondo takes a long, slow sip of his brandy, Alpha watching the liquid slosh against the glass, watching how Secondo's fingers tighten around it. Secondo's eyes never leave Alpha's face, watching his powerful ghoul tremble at his feet making warmth pool in his belly. "Be quiet, ghoul, you've said enough."
Secondo sets the empty brandy glass aside with a soft clink after a while of torturing Alpha with his silence, his fingers threading through Alpha's hair with a deceptive gentleness before tightening into a fist. He yanks the ghoul's head back, forcing those frantic eyes to meet his own. A slow, cruel smile curves his lips. "Look at you, a big, powerful ghoul reduced to a whining mess at my feet. It's almost sweet how pathetic you are, mutt." He releases Alpha's hair to trail a finger along the collar's edge, mocking. "You want to prove you're good? Then earn it. My new boot harness needs breaking in. Show me you can follow a simple command without thinking of mounting me like a beast in heat." His foot presses harder against Alpha's bulge, a warning."And if you're really good, maybe I'll let you have a taste tonight, hm?" Secondo lets his legs fall apart, watching how Alpha's pupils dilate at the sight of his swollen cunt.
Secondo pulls back slightly, a glint of sadistic amusement in his eyes, grabbing the vibrator from the table, with deliberate slowness, he folds over himself, attaching it to the leather loops of his boot harness, adjusting the angle until it's perfectly positioned. He shifts his foot around, testing the weight, and sighs happily. "Strip. Now. I want to see every inch of your body in the next thirty seconds. Otherwise I'll use your spit as lube the next time I fuck you." Secondo has to hide a smile as Alpha's dick kicks against his trousers at the threat, he watches as Alpha hesitates, then complies, clothing pooling at his feet. The ghoul's bare skin prickles under Secondo's unwavering gaze, a predator sizing up prey. He makes a pleased noise as Alpha folds his clothes neatly and places them down on the edge of the bed before returning, awkwardly hovering near Secondo's chair. "Good. Now kneel, over my boot. Press that needy dick against the vibe. Show me you can be useful without so much as a whimper of disobedience." He waits, foot hovering, the vibrator humming softly, a silent threat and promise entwined.
The room echoes with the buzzing, Alpha's breath hitches as he lowers himself, knees hitting the cold floor with a soft thud. He hesitates for a moment, then leans forward, pressing his aching cock against the vibrator strapped to Secondo's boot. The toy is cool at first, then warms against his feverish skin as the vibration hums through him. He bites his lip, a low moan escaping as the sensation travels up his spine. Secondo feels the pressure through the leather, a subtle buzz transmitted up his leg, a satisfying reminder of his control. The vibrator's pulse is steady, persistent, and he watches Alpha's jaw clench, his hips beginning to rock in a desperate, instinctual rhythm. Alpha's cock twitches, pre-cum smearing against the toy, and he forces himself to keep his eyes open, meeting Secondo's gaze with a mixture of shame and need.
It doesn't take long for Alpha's brain to melt into it, his dick steadily dribbling pre until Secondo's boot has a shine to it. Secondo's lips curl into a cruel smile as he watches Alpha writhe against his boot, the vibrator's hum a constant torment. He leans back, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of Alpha's desperation. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice dripping with condescension and mockery. "So pathetic, humping my boot like a dog in heat. Do you think you deserve to cum? after you spent all night embarrassing me?" Alpha's hips stutter, his breath ragged as the pressure builds, his balls tightening. He whimpers, a broken sound, as the orgasm approaches, a desperate, keening whine escaping his throat as the vibrator pushes him closer to the edge. His hips grind frantically against Secondo's boot, smearing pre-cum across the polished leather, his mind a fog of lust and shame.
The words cut deep but they only fuel the fire in Alpha's gut, the humiliation twisting into a perverse pleasure. His thighs tremble, his cock throbbing against the rough texture of Secondo's boot laces and the smooth surface of the vibrator, and he feels the orgasm rip through him, hot and uncontrollable. With a broken cry, he comes, ropes of cum splattering across the tongue of the boot, splattering it with white. He collapses, panting, his forehead pressed to the floor, while Secondo's mockery rings in his ears, the shame of debasing himself so completely mixed with the aftershocks of release.
Secondo lets out a low, mocking laugh as he watches the pathetic display beneath him. He slowly spreads his legs wider, revealing the slick, glistening folds of his pussy, still swollen and needy. "Look at that," he drawls, his voice dripping with contempt and arousal. "You've made a mess of my boot and my new harness." he sighs loudly, clearly just to make Alpha cower further. "You think you're done, ghoul?" Secondo's voice is a low, cruel purr, his grip tightening in Alpha's hair. "Look at the mess you made. That's your cum on my boot, your shame painted for all to see. Now lick it up. Every. Last. Drop. And while you're down there, you'll worship this cunt until I'm satisfied. Don't you dare try to squirm your way out of this."
