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Woojun strides through the city, his briefcase in hand. Night has smudged the world into gray. Buildings form tilted geometries, and power lines slash the night sky. He feels faint, his belly warming with his incoming heat.
He spent all day fleet training and planning logistical defenses for the planet. As the Astralis force’s captain, he must put an end to the Yu family’s trade in spice and drugs and vulnerable people, but first, he must push through this awful heat. A humiliating dampness already stains his boxers, rendering his scent blockers null. At least, he’s almost at his apartment.
“Evening, Captain.” A familiar voice interrupts his thoughts.
Woojun’s groin flares at the alpha’s low voice. He keeps walking. So long as the alpha doesn’t smell him, he won’t run into any trouble.
Lieutenant Yu Youngsik steps out into the open, his durumagi fluttering in the breeze. He wears the blue-and-black wolf mask that marks him as the Tiger’s first lieutenant — a key player in the Yu family’s criminal schemes.
“Captain Hae, it’s rude to ignore a greeting,” he drawls.
Four more alphas melt out of the shadows and surround Woojun. Their scents are a cocktail of metal and blood, fruit and perspiration.
Woojun swears internally. He should never let himself be surrounded, but his thoughts congeal under the effects of his heat, his senses dulled by the throb in his cunt. In minutes, his scent will be a signal flare begging every nearby alpha to mount and knot him. His body has begun its preparations — blood flowing to his pussy, his entrance slicking up.
He says, “What do you want, Youngsik?”
Youngsik steps forward. He sniffs the air, his gaze sharpening in interest.
His stomach dropping through his feet, Woojun swings at Youngsik.
Youngsik darts away. He raises his hand.
The other alphas lunge for Woojun.
The world spins into heady pheromones and crunching blows. Woojun cracks his briefcase into an alpha’s gut. He ducks under another’s fist and whips his leg beneath a third before agony rips through his belly.
He crashes to the ground, his heartbeat thundering between his legs.
The alphas wrench his arms behind his back.
Woojun hunches over his knees as his stomach cramps. He breathes hard.
Youngsik fists a handful of Woojun’s hair and drags his head back.
Woojun bites back a needy noise, the pressure on his scalp lighting up his core. He isn’t naive. Youngsik and his men are red-blooded alphas, their arousal’s scents flooding the air in warning. His stomach twists.
Youngsik orders, “Take his pants off.”
The other alphas haul Woojun up by his arms and unbuckle his belt.
Swallowing his panic, Woojun says in a level voice, “Youngsik, let’s talk this through. You don’t have to do this. I’ll come back with you quietly.”
Youngsik says nothing as his men strip him.
Woojun’s pants and boxers pool around his ankles. He flinches as the breeze washes over his lower half. He squeezes his thighs together in a poor attempt at modesty, his pulse racing. He didn’t think talking would work, but the reality chills his blood. He has no contingency plan for being caught by a Yu lieutenant on the first day of his heat.
Youngsik pins Woojun’s thighs apart, his leather gloves cool against his bare skin. He whistles low. “You really do have a cunt. Shaved like a slut’s, too.”
Woojun flushes hotter. Shaving his body hair has never been for any alpha’s benefit, but with six alphas’ attention focused on his intimate parts, he feels like a spectacle for it — his soft, naked pussy visible between his thighs.
His voice cracks pathetically. “Please . Let me go.”
“Alright,” Youngsik says, far too easily. “Let him go. Let him go.”
They drop him on the ground.
Woojun crashes forward, his ankles tangled in his pants. His palms tear open on the concrete, and he makes a quiet noise of distress.
Laughter ripples through the watching alphas.
Burning in humiliation, he reaches back for his pants. He can feel their eyes roving over his body.
Youngsik grabs his wrist. He tears Woojun’s shoes and pants completely off and tosses them aside.
Shivering, Woojun forces himself to breathe. He curls over his knees and resists the urge to present his pussy for Youngsik. At least, they’ve left him his dress shirt. At least, his position offers the illusion of being clothed.
No alpha has ever looked at him like a mere cunt to be fucked. Horribly, confusingly, the alphas’ ravenous pheromones make him wetter still, his body enticing them to knot him. He fights through the heat’s haze and tries to formulate a plan of escape before it’s too late.
Youngsik says, “Get on your back, Hae.”
“Youngsik, please.” Woojun looks up. “Let’s discuss this—”
Youngsik’s alpha pheromones slam through him.
He whimpers. His forehead drops against the asphalt, his hole clenching involuntarily.
Youngsik says in a low voice, “Get on your back.”
Dribbling across his ankles, Woojun rolls onto his back.
“Spread your legs and hold them open,” Youngsik says.
Humiliation searing through him, Woojun hooks his hands under his knees and spreads his legs for Youngsik and his men. His lips part to reveal his hole until he’s offering his dripping pussy to the watching alphas, the animal part of him aching for their touch. If he’s good, maybe they’ll be kind. Maybe they’ll knot him like his body needs.
He chokes down the thought. He cannot meet their eyes. He’s never rolled onto his back for an alpha before. He’s never presented his hole and practically begged to be fucked.
“Don’t you make a cute slut for us, Captain Hae?” Youngsik says. “I wonder how tight your pussy will feel.”
He shoves his boot into Woojun’s cunt.
Shocked, Woojun moans. His legs fall further open in instinctual submission. The pressure of Youngsik’s metal toe against his heated core is indescribable, the mounting need to be touched more and deeper ramping through him. He leaks across Youngsik’s boot as Youngsik grinds it into his needy pussy.
“God, that’s filthy.” Youngsik steps on Woojun’s fat clit.
The boot’s rubber tread scrapes against his clit and smashes it against his pubic bone.
Whimpering, Woojun feels his cunt pulse out fresh slick. The mortifying reality that he’s wet after being stripped and stepped on blasts through him. He needs an alpha to knot him, not force him against the filthy ground. His eyes sting. His legs tremble on either side of Youngsik’s boot.
“What’s wrong, Captain? Can’t take a little pain?” Youngsik steps down on his cunt harder.
Woojun makes a broken noise, the pleasure tipping over into pain. He lets go of his legs and hides his flushed face in his hands.
Youngsik lessens the pressure and rubs his boot against Woojun’s cunt.
Woojun’s mouth parts in silent pleasure. The roughness of the tread and the weighted pressure scramble his thoughts until he’s bracing his hands against the ground and bucking up into Youngsik’s boot. It’s been over a year since an alpha last touched his cunt, and he can smell Youngsik’s crisp, sweet arousal pouring off his neck.
“This slut is just begging for it, huh?” Youngsik says. “Let’s see the rest of him. Lift his shirt.”
An alpha rucks up his shirt above his tits. He pinches his nipples hard. They’re already hardened in the night chill, small and flushed, between the alpha’s thick fingers.
Woojun whines as his sensitive nipples are tweaked. He humps Youngsik’s boot, his thoughts smeared out by amped-up alpha pheromones. He needs Youngsik to touch him. He needs him to fill the empty ache inside him.
The man twists his nipples.
Woojun squirms against Youngsik’s boot, panting at the shocks of pleasure.
“Impressive tits.” Youngsik pushes his boot down. “It’s unfortunate that he keeps them covered. The slut loves how you’re toying with them.”
His cunt folds smash apart under Youngsik’s rubber sole. He releases a weak gasp.
The alpha playing with his nipples pauses. He slaps Woojun’s chest.
His tits jiggle shamefully upon impact.
“They’re fat like a real slut’s, sir,” the alpha says, self-satisfied.
Woojun’s chest flushes under the blow and the shame. He cannot swallow their treatment — like his body exists only for their amusement.
Youngsik takes a knee before him. He rubs his gloved hand along the seam of Woojun’s pussy and smears slick across his inner thighs. “When we’re done with you, we’ll have the boys string you up in one of the big rooms back home. I think the others will want to let off some steam after all the shit you’ve given us, Captain Hae.” He plunges his fingers into his hole. “I know I do.”
Woojun squeezes around Youngsik. His leather glove feels buttery and cool in him, his arousal sliming across his palm. He must look filthy — naked on his back, Youngsik’s fingers pumping into his soft, wet cunt.
Youngsik curls his fingers inside him. “What an obedient whore. Isn’t this easier than fighting and busting and negotiating?” He stuffs two more fingers in his pussy hole. “You’re cuter when you shut up and spread your legs.”
Woojun’s face heats. The stretch is too much too soon, but he still gushes across Youngsik’s fingers. His touch feels so good, pure need rolling through his groin.
Youngsik drags his fingers out of him. He pulls Woojun’s knees over his shoulders, lining himself up with his hole.
Another alpha grips Woojun’s jaw and forces it open. He thrusts his dick past his parted lips.
Simultaneously, Youngsik forces his cock inside his waiting cunt.
Woojun moans helplessly as he’s fucked from both ends, drooling around both men. Youngsik’s cock is hard and hot, pressing open his tight walls. He’s never taken an alpha during his heat before. He’s never willingly placed himself so wholly at their mercy. He struggles to accommodate Youngsik’s girth, slick flooding from his hole in compensation.
“Christ, you’re so tight. You’re going to snap me in half.” Youngsik thrusts his hips forward, driving deeper into his cunt.
Woojun whines around the second man’s cock. His legs tremble over Youngsik’s shoulders as he bottoms out.
“Suck my cock properly, bitch,” the man in his mouth says.
Youngsik’s cock punches out his thoughts. But Woojun suckles on the dick in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Its musky taste has Woojun pulsing needily around Youngsik, the omega in him coming to heel.
The man kneels above Woojun’s head. He rams his cock in his throat like a fleshlight.
The other alpha slaps his tits.
Gagging, Woojun spasms around Youngsik’s dick.
“Shit, that’s good,” Youngsik groans. He rolls back into Woojun’s tightening cunt. “His pussy milks cock like it was made for it.”
The other alpha growls and shoots down his throat.
Woojun lets the cum slip down his chin, breathing precious air through his nose. He blinks out tears.
Youngsik orders, “Touch his little omega dick.”
An alpha pinches his clit between his fingers. He begins to jerk his clit like a tiny cock, only his precum easing the way.
The callousness makes him unwillingly wetter. He arches into the man’s touch. His mouth falls open.
Youngsik slams into his sweet spot.
Woojun makes a breathless noise. The fingers on his clit and tits are relentless. Heat mounts in his core until he’s balancing on the knife’s edge of release.
Youngsik jackhammers into him. His knot expands at last.
Woojun moans in relief, his pussy pulsing around his knot. Youngsik’s cum floods him.
“All that fight is gone now, huh?” He squeezes Woojun’s hips and rips his knot out of his hole.
Woojun sobs in agony. Warm liquid gushes out of him onto the concrete. He closes his legs on instinct.
“Okay, next,” Youngsik says.
Woojun’s belly burns low in recognition. There are five men in total.
An alpha pushes his legs apart. He fucks his fingers into his hole.
“The omega’s nice and broken in now,” Youngsik says.
The fingers spread cruelly apart. They thrust through the wet mess inside him, his pussy spurting around them.
The alpha slaps his clit hard.
He jolts off the asphalt and whines, teetering on the edge of his climax.
But the men only laugh at his desperation.
The next alpha fucks into him.
Woojun curves off the ground. It takes all of two thrusts before he comes hard on the alpha’s cock, mewling as his clit is tugged harshly. His pussy milks his cock.
“Fuck, his pussy’s squeezing me so hard.”
“The needy little slut just squirted all over himself.”
“If we knew the Captain just needed a good dicking, we should’ve fucked him sooner. He’s so much quieter.”
Woojun burns at their comments.
They drag his wrists above his head and pin them there.
He begs, “No, please—”
They knead his tits and rub his swollen buds. “Do you think we could breed him up until he starts leaking here, too?”
The alpha slams into his cunt hard, groaning.
He mewls, arching up again.
Another snickers. “I’d like to see that: the big, scary Captain bedridden with pups. Make sure you fuck him full and knot him right.”
Youngsik has tucked himself back into his pants. He stands beside the others, amused. “What do you think, boys? Can our dear Captain Hae take two cocks at once in that tight, little pussy of his?”
Woojun shakes his head, teary-eyed. He cannot take two at once. His pussy split open by two cocks, the gape that will follow — his body won’t survive it unscathed. Horribly, his hole drips slick at the suggestion. He prays they do not notice.
“Look. The slut loves that idea. He’s so fucking wet now,” the man in his pussy says.
He blushes darker, ashamed.
“I’m a benevolent man, aren’t I?” Youngsik says. “Give the omega what he wants.”
Woojun pleads, “I can’t. It’s too much, please—”
The man in his cunt fucks him hard.
Woojun’s words dissolve into a breathy moan.
The alpha shoves his knees up against his chest and fucks him faster.
Woojun’s thoughts blank. His cunt tightens like a vice around him.
“That’s right, bitch. All you need is a proper fucking to shut you up.”
Humiliation surging up through him, he blinks out more tears. His pussy feels hot and bruised after Youngsik ripped out his knot. Still, his hole squeezes the alpha’s cock, his spread thighs dimpled under his hands.
“He looks like a real whore. Tits out. Legs up.”
“Doesn’t he?” Youngsik says, “My cousin will appreciate the sweet little gift the Captain’s been hiding between his legs. I haven’t fucked a cunt that tight in ages.”
The man inside him shudders and spills his load.
Woojun milks him obediently, silent tears dripping down his face. He doesn’t wish to be Yu Kangmin’s shiniest toy. He doesn’t wish for the Yu family’s head to see his greatest shame.
The alpha slaps his thigh and pulls out of him. “Good slut.”
Woojun pants against the ground, his wrists still caught above his head. He tries to shut his legs.
But they pull him into another man’s lap and pin his wrists behind his back.
He squirms weakly. He needs this to be over.
But the alpha under him pulls his cunt lips roughly open.
His face burning, Woojun cannot resist as the others lift him up and guide him onto the alpha’s cock. He swallows back a moan. His pussy aches around the new cock pressing his tender walls open. He’s already been fucked too hard, and his body is counting the toll.
The man holding him smirks, releasing his hips.
Woojun’s eyes widen. Forced down by his own body weight, he drops onto the man’s fat cock, a high noise punched out of him.
“He moans like an omega slut, too.” The alpha begins to rub his clit.
Woojun whimpers, dropping his head onto the man’s shoulder, his pussy clenching around him at the intense stimulation. He has no time to adjust before more hands are stretching his lips apart and prodding his tender hole from behind. Gasping, he tries to escape the hold on his wrists. He bears down on the cock inside him, the fingers inside him forcing his hole wider.
The alpha inside him pushes his thumbnail into his clit.
Woojun moans, his clit on fire. He fights uselessly in their grip. “Stop, please—”
The alpha lifts his hand and spanks his clit hard.
Woojun squirts across his cock. He drops his head against the alpha’s shoulder and struggles to breathe. His clit throbs between his legs, the pink nub pushed out of its hood and twitching weakly. He can see the alpha’s cock disappear inside him, and the sight has him gushing again.
The alphas lift him by his shoulders.
A second cock prods at his hole. Its head pops into him.
Woojun kicks against the ground, his socked feet scraping against the concrete.
The second alpha pulls him against his chest. He bullies his cock inside him.
“He’s really taking us both. His pussy is so fucking tight and wet.” The alpha fucks his cock further inside him.
His pussy pulses, gushing slick to ease the entry of two cocks. The fullness only intensifies. His front curves out, his chest heaving.
The alphas thrust further into him.
Every new inch punches out another pleading whimper.
Their hands find his tits and tug at his puffy nipples.
Youngsik slips his fingers into his mouth. “Suck, Captain. You’ll feel better.”
Whimpering, Woojun suckles on Youngsik’s gloves. He tastes himself on Youngsik’s fingers.
The front alpha drags him down onto their cocks.
Woojun’s jaw slacks. He’s stuffed full, his heartbeat pounding through his pussy. He collapses against the alpha behind him, his back arching, his legs kicking out. His hole feels like it’ll never close again.
Youngsik holds down Woojun’s tongue with his thumb, forcing his jaw open. He says, “Touch his dick and fuck him properly. Look. The slut’s drooling for it.”
The front alpha smears his fingers along his slick pussy lips.
Woojun whines around Youngsik’s fingers. The stimulation is too much.
The alpha finds his clit again. He rubs his little nub.
Their cocks jostle inside him.
Slicking across their laps, he squeezes around them. He cannot think. He can only tense on their cocks, shameful sounds spilling off his lips, his wrists trapped behind him. He jerks up and down on their laps.
Youngsik releases his jaw.
Both alphas groan. They roll their hips upwards.
He clenches down hard, his climax building.
The back alpha pinches his clit between his fingers.
Woojun curls forward, coming on their cocks with a broken sob. His cunt milks them through his orgasm, the air wrung out from his lungs.
They fuck him harder.
The alpha swipes his thumb across his clit.
Overstimulated, he whimpers. He cannot take any more. His clit feels raw, and his pussy is a heated bruise, stretched into something unrecognizable. He buries his face in the front alpha’s neck, his silent cries trembling through his shoulders.
The alphas fuck him at an uneven pace. Their cocks plunge inside him, the squelching filthy.
His trapped hands flex behind his back.
The alpha in front slaps his clit. He lifts Woojun off their cocks and forces him violently down again.
Woojun yelps, speared back open on their cocks. His cunt is far too sore.
They force Woojun back up and down.
Overwhelmed, crying softly, Woojun goes limp.
“He can’t even fight, the slut’s been so well-fucked.”
“His little pussy gets so much tighter after squirting.”
The alpha in back crushes his wrists in one hand. He reaches around and jiggles his clit crudely, fucking him hard. “He tightens up when you play with his little cock, too.”
Humiliated, Woojun watches the alpha palm his clit. He moans, unable to escape them, unable to stop them.
The alpha pinches his swollen nub.
He tenses up, whimpering again, tears spilling down his cheeks.
“Yeah, fuck. Keep it tight, slut,” the alpha groans. Hot liquid shoots up his sloppy cunt.
He squeezes harder.
Both alphas climax inside him.
They pull him off their cocks. They stand to their feet, releasing his wrists.
Woojun tumbles against the asphalt, his shirt riding up his tits. His abused pussy throbs between his bruised thighs. Stripped of his dignity, he curls in on himself and dribbles cum onto the street.
Youngsik kicks his legs open, stepping down on one of his thighs. He says, “Just look at the gape on that pussy.”
Woojun wriggles under Youngsik’s boot. He whines in protest.
Youngsik smirks. “Can’t see yourself, can you, Hae? Your hole’s fucking loose, and your pussy’s a dripping mess. How do you feel, Captain? Going to try to run?”
Woojun blushes hotly and tries to rise. He can feel his hole gaped and dripping cum.
Youngsik lifts his boot. “Boys, pick him up. We’re late.”
The alphas yank him up by his arms.
Cum slipping down his thighs, hot shame rolls through him.
They snicker at the sight. “You want him dressed again?”
“Just grab the towel from the back. One of you can hold him. He won’t fight now.” Youngsik strides towards the alley.
Woojun bites his lip. He lets them drag him to the sleek hovership parked inside the alley. They cuff his hands at his front and grab a towel from the back.
One of the alphas lays the towel over his lap. He pulls Woojun onto him and grips his thighs.
The others climb into the car.
Youngsik takes shotgun.
As the car starts, the alpha pulls Woojun’s legs apart.
Woojun begs, “Please, no—”
The alpha rubs his hand through Woojun’s sloppy pussy. He swirls his fingers through the cum sticking in globs to his lips and says against his neck, “You’re our bitch now. Look: you’re dripping with our cum just like the lieutenant said.” He scoops up the mess on his pussy with two fingers and shoves it back into his loosened hole.
Woojun moans as his pussy is touched again. He’s helpless to resist him.
Youngsik sets his hand against the driver’s headrest and turns around. He watches his man’s hand working between Woojun’s open legs, saying, “The Tiger will be pleased to see you, Captain. I’m sure you’ll make his night.”
Woojun recalls Yu Kangmin, the Tiger, as a distant unreality: the glass-cut sharpness of his face and his muscled forearms inked in coiling black. Pleased is the last thing Woojun associates with the head of the Yu family. Kangmin is an alpha in a way that exudes power and demands submission. Heat coiling through Woojun’s core, he shuts his eyes and wills away the memory.
He’ll escape this. He will not become the Tiger’s newest whore.