947 words 𖤐 Cocky!Brat!Terzo x Takes No Shit!Omega (With An Appearance By “Here For A Good Time” Alpha.)
Oh boy. I am fond of how this turned out. Terzo got too big for his britches, so the boys take him down a peg. Or, quite a few pegs.
Consensual Non Consent ♱ Brat Taming ♱ Anal Sex ♱ Size Difference ♱ Degradation (If You Squint) ♱ Semi-Public Sex (Backstage Before A Ritual) ♱ Begging ♱ Crying ♱ Humiliation ♱ Terzo Fucked Up (On Purpose) ♱ Omega Loves When His BF’s Title Goes To His Head
"It thrills me. Your obedience," Terzo purred, looking up at Omega through his eyelashes. "I've tamed the beasts of hell, you do my bidding, and mine alone."
"Is that so, little bug?" Omega asked, amused.
"Yes. You would never disobey me. If I tell you to kneel, you kneel, ghoul."
Omega slammed Terzo roughly into the wall, massive hand pinning him there. There was a flicker of fear in Terzo's eyes, a thrill from Omega flaunting his strength.
"Will I?"
"You… you will. You must listen to your Papa."
"Must I?" Omega's hand slipped from Terzo's shoulder to his throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Am I bound to obey you, human? Do you command the powers of hell?"
"I…" Terzo began, voice dying off as Omega's grip tightened.
"Our obedience to you, little one, is of our own volition. You are too weak to break us, or stop us from taking what we desire. You are a creature of the earth, doomed to yield to the forces above you."
"You… ah! You are not… above me…" Terzo whined, squirming and struggling against Omega.
"Oh, but I am, Papa." Omega lifted Terzo easily off the ground and held him, pressing his knee into the human's groin. "And perhaps you need a reminder…"
"Unhand… me…"
"Hm… no."
"Ghoul-"
"Shut up." Omega pulled off his mask and set it aside, returning both hands to Terzo's body. One hand held him up as the other pawed at his pants, tearing them off of his slender body. Omega unceremoniously forced his legs apart, eyes locked with Terzo's as he leaned down to press a kiss to the human's lips.
"Megs…" Terzo twisted and pressed himself against Omega, gaze full of mingled fear and lust.
"Did someone bite off more than they could chew?" Omega asked softly, undoing his trousers and pressing the tip of his cock against Terzo's ass, earning a soft moan. "You knew this would happen. You're prepared, aren't you? Filthy human…"
Terzo grinned, but remained silent. Omega felt his jacket pockets and, as expected, found Terzo's favorite lube lurking within. Omega carelessly slicked himself and pushed into Terzo's waiting hole, a loud, desperate whine escaping him.
"Be quiet. They'll hear you outside, Papa."
Terzo tried, but there was no chance of being successful when Omega was fucking him so recklessly. He came quickly, whimpering as Omega refused to let up. Tears were running down Terzo's face, leaving tracks in his paints, by the time Omega finished. He reluctantly pulled out when his cock began to soften, watching his spend drip out of Terzo and onto the venue floor.
"That… all..?" Terzo panted, eyes glinting mischeviously.
"Of course not." Keeping one hand on his Papa, Omega reached out and crooked a finger towards Alpha, calling him over. "I was just warming you up, your eminence."
"Don't scream, Papa. We've finished setting up, so there's nothing but the crowd to hide you…" Alpha gave a wicked, toothy grin, taking Terzo from Omega and laying him over one of the storage boxes. He held him down, clawed hand on his chest, as he stroked himself hard and inspected Terzo's ass. He hefted his cock in his hand, lining the tip up with the human's ruined hole.
"He can take it. He's mastered us, after all."
"Please… ah… Alph…"
"Shh…" Alpha smirked as he pushed into Terzo, smile widening when he felt the human tense and squirm as he was stretched to his limits, breathing quickening. "Remember, they can hear you."
Terzo whimpered, tears running down his face, makeup thoroughly ruined. His nonsensical pleading died off, descending into raw, shaky moans. He gave up fighting, as well, and Alpha couldn't resist commenting:
"Did Papa realize that fighting wasn't worth it? That his tame ghouls were stronger than him?"
Terzo just whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut at Alpha's fat cock slammed into his prostate. His cock drooled against his stomach, periodically giving another pathetic spurt.
"Make him stop, Papa. It's almost time for you to be onstage, and you're a wreck…" Omega cooed, giving Terzo a meaningful, yet mocking, look.
"Alpha… fuck, Alpha…"
"More? Is that what you need?"
"Ah! No… please…"
"Please what?"
"Please… Need… Need to be onstage…"
"Beg."
"Please, Alpha… Omega… Meggy…"
"You can go out when I'm done with you."
"Thank… thank you…"
"That's better." Alpha sped up, claws digging into Terzo's hips, yanking him forward onto his cock as he came. Omega quickly grabbed a rag, roughly wiping Terzo's stomach and cock before Alpha had a chance to pull out.
"Three minutes. Dress."
"You're lucky I didn't knot you, Papa," Alpha growled as he pulled away, zipping himself back into his pants and straightening his mask.
Terzo nodded emphatically and stood on shaky legs, struggling to pull his boxers and pants back on, smoothing his vest and jacket over them. His clothes were a crumpled, wrinkled disaster, and his paints had run so much they stained his collar. However, he didn't have time to redo them…
He leaned heavily on Omega as he walked out, allowing himself to be led to the mic stand. He was painfully aware that his pathetic, oozing cock had already leaked through his pants, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He opened his mouth to speak, start the ritual as normal, but Omega was faster:
"Hard to have an attitude when it's dripping down your legs, hm?"
It was whispered, but far too close to the mic for it to matter. The words echoed through the venue, and, for the first time since he assumed his title, Terzo felt the weight of all the eyes staring up at him.
