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“Daddy owns me.”
The bedroom was a study in controlled darkness and deliberate excess. Heavy blackout curtains sealed the tall windows against any intrusion of city light, leaving the space lit only by the low, honey glow of a single brass floor lamp in the far corner and the intermittent red tip of a cigarette. The air itself felt thick, saturated with the dense, heady musk of Alpha pheromones that clung to every surface. It smelled of leather, tobacco, expensive cologne, and something richer, darker: the unmistakable, slick-sweet scent of an Omega in full, helpless heat.
At the center of it all was the bed.
A massive four-poster of blackened wood, its headboard carved into severe, elegant lines. Silk rope the color of fresh blood wound tightly around Qiu Dingjie’s slender wrists, binding them high above his head to the thick central post. The rope bit just enough to leave faint, pretty marks against delicately pale skin without cutting circulation. He was completely naked. His body lay bare against the sheets, every line and curve exposed, a faint sheen of sweat gathering at the hollow of his throat, the small of his back, and the crease where his thigh met his ass.
He knelt in the exact center of the mattress, knees forced wide by the shackle that locked his ankles together behind him. The metal was cool. It forced his lower body into a permanent, obscene presentation: back arched, hips tilted high, the soft, flushed folds of his pussy pushed out and open. Twelve smooth, weighted eggs rested deep inside him, each one a solid, polished intrusion that stretched and filled every sensitive inch. They shifted with the smallest tremor of his thighs, rolling against one another, pressing relentlessly against the swollen, fluttering walls of his cunt. Slick poured from him in thick, glossy trails, coating the insides of his thighs, dripping in slow, shining strings onto the dark sheets beneath. The scent of it was overwhelming. A musky, desperate Omega aroma.
His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow pulls. Nipple clamps already bit into the puffy, sensitive peaks of his chest; clear beads of milk gathered at the tips and trembled with every ragged breath he took. Even without a pregnancy, his body produced it freely under the right pressure, at the right Alpha command. Tiny white droplets clung to the metal, ready to fall.
Behind him, seated in a high-backed chair of pure black leather, Huang Xing—Daddy Eliot—watched without blinking. He sat like a man who owned every molecule of air in the room. Broad shoulders relaxed against the leather, long legs spread, one ankle resting over the opposite knee. A cigarette burned slowly between two fingers. Smoke curled upward in lazy ribbons, catching the low light. His eyes were dark, almost black in the dimness, fixed on the trembling line of Qiu Dingjie's spine, the clenched, glistening hole that kept trying and failing to push the eggs deeper or force them out.
The Alpha’s pheromones rolled off him in maddening waves, thick and possessive, almost violent in their intensity. They wrapped around Qiu Dingjie like invisible hands, pressing into his lungs, making his already overloaded pinkish cunt clench harder around the foreign weight inside him.
Qiu Dingjie’s breathing was embarrassingly loud, fractured by a relentless stream of breathless whimpers, strangled little gasps, and high, helpless moans that spilled from his lips faster than he could suppress them. Every shift of the eggs inside his pussy sent bright, electric sparks racing up his spine, through his belly, all the way to the tips of his fingers and the roots of his hair. His scalp prickled. His toes curled uselessly against the sheets. Sweat slid down the valley of his spine and disappeared between the spread cheeks of his ass.
Eliot took a slow drag from the cigarette, exhaled through his nose, and let the silence stretch. The only sounds were the soft creak of leather when the Omega shifted, the faint metallic click of the shackle when Qiu Dingjie's thighs trembled, and the wet, rhythmic sound of an overstuffed Omega cunt trying to cope with twelve solid eggs and failing beautifully.
The room waited with them, while Qiu Dingjie remained exactly where his Alpha had put him: bound, open, leaking, and already beginning to break.
*****
Eliot rose from the chair with maddening patience, fully aware that every passing second was pushing his Omega closer to the edge of his composure, leaving him more desperate, and increasingly unable to bear the wait. The leather creaked softly as he stood. Cigarette still burning between his fingers, he crossed the short distance to the bed and stopped just behind Qiu Dingjie's spread, trembling form. Qiu Dingjie whimpered, his cheeks flushed a deep, tomato-red, with delicate pink still blooming across the highest points. His eyes were glassy with want, brimming with shameful tears that slipped down his burning cheeks, leaving him looking so unbearably pretty that it was almost unfair. So damn fuckable, Eliot thought, his gaze fixed on his beautiful, thoroughly disheveled Omega. Heat radiated from him—body heat, pheromone heat, the slow-burning intensity of an Alpha who had all night and every intention of using it.
He reached down and flicked the left nipple clamp with two fingers. The metal jumped. Qiu Dingjie's entire body jolted as if struck by live current. An overwhelming wave of exquisite euphoria surged through him until every inch of his Omega being seemed consumed by it.
“D-Daddy…oohhh…” Qiu Dingjie whimpered between ragged breaths, the endearment trembling on his lips.
A thin stream of milk immediately beaded and spilled, warm against his own skin. Eliot did it again, harder this time, then caught the clamp between thumb and forefinger and twisted it slowly while the cigarette glowed in his other hand. Milk welled and dripped in fat, pearly drops that ran down the underside of Qiu Dingjie's chest and disappeared into the soft curve of his belly. Qiu Dingjie could only whimper in helpless delight as the sensation pushed him to the dizzying edge of pleasure, so intense it bordered on pain and left him trembling beneath its almost divine sweetness.
“Look at you,” Eliot murmured, voice low and dark, smoke curling from his lips with every word. “Already leaking for Daddy and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”
He switched to the right clamp, rolling it between his fingers, tugging it outward until Qiu’s nipple stretched into a tight, puffy peak. More milk spilled. Eliot leaned in and licked a slow stripe through the wetness, tongue flat and hot, collecting the sweet fluid before it could fall. Qiu’s breath hitched into a broken whimper. His hips jerked forward uselessly against the air, the eggs inside him shifting with a thick, liquid sound.
Eliot discarded the cigarette into a waiting ashtray without looking. Both hands came to Qiu’s chest. He pinched, rolled, pulled, alternating between gentle teasing and sharp, mean tugs that made fresh milk surge. Every time the clamps shifted, bright sparks of pain-pleasure shot straight down Qiu’s spine and into the overstuffed, fluttering walls of his pussy. Slick poured harder, coating the eggs, soaking the sheets in a widening dark patch.
“Breathe,” Eliot ordered, almost conversational. “You’re going to feel every single one leave you, okay, baby…”
He moved lower.
One large hand settled on the small of Qiu’s back, pressing him more firmly into the arch. The other reached between his spread thighs, fingers sliding through the thick, glossy mess of slick until they found the soft, stretched rim of his cunt. Qiu Dingjie clenched instinctively around the eggs. He let out a high, helpless wail that seemed to escape him before he could stop it, anticipation surging through his core until his entire body tensed. His bound hands curled into tighter fists, knuckles whitening as his breath came in frantic, uneven bursts, leaving him panting and utterly breathless. Eliot made a quiet, approving sound and began to work the first one free.
It was slow. Agonizingly slow. The egg was smooth and thoroughly coated. Eliot’s fingers curled around it, tugging gently at first, then more firmly when Qiu’s body tried to keep it. The rim stretched, fluttered, then surrendered with a wet, obscene pop. Schlop, and down it went.
The egg slid free into Eliot’s palm, warm and slippery. He set it aside on the sheet without comment and immediately went for the next.
One by one.
Each extraction made Qiu Dingjie shake harder. His arms strained against the silk rope. His bound ankles flexed uselessly. Slick gushed around Eliot’s fingers in thick pulses every time another egg left him, the empty space inside immediately aching to be filled again. By the sixth egg Qiu Dingjie was openly moaning, voice cracked and desperate.
“Daddy… oh, Daddy…” Qiu Dingjie gasped, the words tumbling from his lips between broken breaths. “B-Baby can’t… oh, God, Daddy…”
By the ninth he was sobbing quietly into the mattress, hips twitching in tiny, helpless circles. Eliot’s free hand never stopped working his nipples, tugging the clamps, rolling the swollen peaks, milking him in steady, rhythmic pulls that kept the milk flowing in thin, continuous streams.
The last three eggs came out together in a sudden, wet rush. Plop, plop, plop. And down they went. Qiu Dingjie's cunt clenched around nothing now and a fresh flood of slick poured out of him, soaking Eliot’s wrist and the sheets beneath. The sudden emptiness ripped a shrill, utterly frantic wail from his throat, his breath catching in his chest as panic and desperation twisted together until he could barely manage another sound.
Yet Eliot didn’t give him time to adjust.
He lowered himself between Qiu Dingjie's shackled legs, hands spreading the soft, flushed cheeks of his ass wide. The exposed hole was shiny, puffy, still twitching from the eggs. Eliot leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue through the mess in one long, filthy stroke, from the dripping folds of Qiu’s cunt all the way up over his hole and higher. He did it again. And again. Collecting every drop of slick like it was the finest liquor, drinking it straight from the source.
The taste was sweet. Eliot groaned low in his throat and pressed closer, burying his face between Qiu Dingjie's asscheeks. His tongue pushed into the soft, fluttering rim of his cunt, scooping, curling, fucking shallowly while his nose pressed against the sensitive skin higher up. Slick coated the sharp line of his jaw. He swallowed audibly, then went back for more, tongue working deeper, lips sealing around the swollen folds to suck harder.
Qiu Dingjie's entire body seized. The dual assault, his nipples still clamped and aching, his cunt being thoroughly eaten while it continued to leak sent electric shocks racing through every nerve in his pliant body. His fingers flexed uselessly above his head. Sweat poured down his spine. The wet, filthy sounds of Eliot drinking him filled the dark room, punctuated only by Qiu Dingjie's broken, high-pitched whimpers and the occasional low, satisfied hum from the Alpha devouring him.
Eliot pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny, voice rough with hunger.
“Keep leaking for me, baby. Daddy’s not finished yet.”
Then he dove back in, tongue relentless, hands holding Qiu Dingjie open, drinking every fresh pulse of slick like a man dying of thirst.
*****
Eliot finally lifted his face from between the younger man's thighs, mouth and chin glistening with thick, glossy slick. He wiped nothing away. Instead he crawled higher up the mattress, one knee on either side of the Omega's bound legs, until his solid chest hovered over Qiu Dingjie's trembling back. The Alpha’s pheromones rolled off him in a heavier wave now, dark and possessive, almost smothering, wrapping around Qiu Dingjie's overstimulated body like a second set of restraints.
He reached around and unclipped the left nipple clamp first.
The sudden release of pressure made the Omega cry out. Blood rushed back into the swollen, abused peak in a hot, throbbing flood. Yet Eliot didn’t give him a second of mercy. He shifted his stance enough to seal his mouth over the puffy nipple and sucked hard. Deep, rhythmic pulls that forced fresh milk to surge against his tongue. The taste was warm, faintly creamy. He swallowed, groaned low in his throat, and sucked harder, tongue flicking the oversensitive tip while his free hand rolled and pinched the still-clamped right nipple.
Milk spilled freely now. It ran down Eliot’s chin in thin white rivulets, dripping onto the sheets. Eliot switched sides without warning, biting the metal clamp free and latching on immediately, drinking in long, greedy pulls. His hand stayed busy on the first nipple, pinching it, twisting, then milking it with firm strokes that kept the flow steady. Qiu Dingjie's back arched. Every strong suction sent bright, electric shocks straight down his spine and into the empty, aching emptiness of his cunt.
“Haaaa fuck..! Ugh Daddy~” his voice cracked. “...too much~”
Eliot only sucked harder, the wet, filthy sounds of him drinking filling the room. When he finally pulled off, a thin string of milk stretched between his lips and the swollen nipple before breaking. Both peaks were dark red, shiny, and dripping. He admired them for a moment, then slapped the left one lightly with two fingers. Milk sprayed. Qiu Dingjie jerked and moaned.
“These pretty tits were made for this,” Eliot murmured roughly. “Leaking all over Daddy’s mouth like a good little Omega.”
He reached down between Qiu’s spread thighs again. Two thick fingers slid through the mess of slick and pushed straight into the soft, fluttering heat of his cunt without preamble. Qiu Dingjie's walls clenched greedily around the intrusion. Eliot curled his fingers, searching, finding the engorged spot inside that made Qiu’s entire frame seize. He rubbed it in firm, deliberate circles while his mouth returned to the left nipple, sucking hard enough to leave bruises.
The dual stimulation was brutal. Fingers pumping deeper, faster, milk being drawn from both nipples in alternating pulls and pinches. Slick poured around Eliot’s hand in heavy pulses, soaking his wrist, dripping onto the mattress in an obscene wet sound. Qiu Dingjie's thighs shook violently against the shackle. His bound wrists twisted in the silk rope until the fabric bit deeper into his skin.
And then Eliot pulled his fingers free with a loud, wet schlick.
Then he slapped Qiu’s pussy.
Pak!
The sound was small yet startlingly loud in the room, cutting through the otherwise uninterrupted sounds of their unholy ritual.
The sound cracked through the dark room. Sharp, wet, and achingly filthy. Qiu Dingjie's whole body jolted. He let out a piercing scream, overwhelmed by an almost unbearable ecstasy that crashed through him in wave after wave of delirious, blissful euphoria. A fresh gush of slick sprayed across Eliot’s palm. The Alpha did it again, harder and open-handed, catching the swollen folds and the sensitive clit in one stinging strike.
Pak!
The impact made Qiu’s pussy clench around nothing and spill even more abundant slick. Eliot’s free hand never stopped working the nipples while the other delivered another firm slap, then another, then another. Each one left the soft flesh hotter, redder, and more swollen.
“Look at this messy little cunt,” Eliot growled against Qiu Dingjie's ear, breath hot and cigarette-rough. “Slapping it just makes it wetter. You’re dripping down my wrist, baby. Can’t even keep it inside.”
Qiu Dingjie could barely keep his eyes focused, his lips parted as a helpless string of drool slipped down his chin. Oh, he loved it. He loved Daddy so much it was almost ridiculous, every scattered thought circling back to the same overwhelming devotion. Oh, oh! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. His thoughts fractured into a dizzying jumble of adoration, his mind utterly incapable of holding on to anything beyond the desperate, all-consuming need to be loved by him.
Then the Alpha shoved three fingers back in to the knuckle, fucking them in hard, fast strokes that made wet squelching sounds fill the air. Every few thrusts he pulled free and delivered another sharp slap, sometimes to his clit, sometimes across both of his folds, sometimes lower so the impact forced more slick out in a visible spray. Qiu Dingjie was sobbing now, high and broken, hips jerking helplessly between the ropes and the shackle. Milk continued to bead and drip from both of his nipples every time Eliot’s fingers twisted them.
Eliot leaned down and licked a long stripe through the milk on the Omega's chest, then spoke against his skin, voice dark with hunger.
“Keep making that sound for Daddy. I’m going to slap this pretty pussy until it’s too swollen to take my cock… and then— Daddy's cock will take it anyway.”
His fingers plunged back in, curling hard against that perfect spot, while his other hand delivered another stinging slap that made Qiu Dingjie's entire body shudder and spill.
*****
Eliot pulled his fingers free one last time, leaving Qiu’s pussy empty, swollen, and dripping. The soft folds were flushed dark red from the relentless slapping, shiny with slick, still twitching around the sudden absence. He wiped his hand slowly across Qiu Dingjie's trembling asscheek, smearing the wetness, then sat back on his heels just long enough to free himself.
The sound of his belt unbuckling was soft, almost polite. The zipper followed. Then fabric shifted.
What emerged was not merely a cock.
It was massive, thick from base to tip, heavy enough that it hung low for a moment before rising under its own brutal weight. The shaft was long, veined in thick, dark ridges that stood out against the flushed skin. The head was broad, flushed deeper, already glistening with a thick bead of precome that welled and slowly rolled down the underside. It looked almost too big for the space it was about to claim, monstrous in the low light, the kind of size that made the air feel thinner just looking at it. Heavy. Dense. The kind of cock that would stretch an Omega past the point of comfort and keep going until the only thing left was pure, wrecked sensation.
Qiu Dingjie drooled as he stared, his breathing coming in increasingly erratic bursts that left his entire body trembling. Anticipation flooded his blood, heat spreading more from his cheeks down to every inch of skin until a delicate pink flush covered him. His expression had grown almost deliriously expectant, his thoughts already slipping into a blissful haze as the promise of subspace beckoned, leaving him utterly captivated by what awaited him.
Eliot wrapped one large hand around it and stroked once, slow, from root to tip. The weight of it filled his palm. Precome smeared over the thick head, making it shine.
“Look at what you’re about to take,” he declared. He shifted forward, the broad head of his cock dragging through the mess of slick coating Qiu’s pussy, painting the swollen folds in thick, shiny stripes. “Every inch. Until you can’t remember what it felt like to be empty.”
He lined himself up.
The first press was deliberate. The fat head nudged against the soft, oversensitive entrance, spreading the folds wider than they had any right to stretch. Qiu Dingjie's breath left him in a broken, high sound. Eliot didn’t thrust yet. He simply pushed with steady, relentless pressure until the thick crown began to sink inside.
“Ahhhnngh..!!” Qiu Dingjie moaned, the sound breaking into a shaky, breathless whine at the end.
The stretch was immediate and brutal.
Qiu’s cunt fluttered wildly around the intrusion, walls forced open around a girth that felt impossible. Slick poured around the advancing cock in thick, audible pulses. Eliot’s hands settled on his hips, holding him perfectly still as more of the massive shaft disappeared into him, inch by thick, heavy inch. The veins dragged against sensitive walls. The weight of it settled deep, pressing against places the eggs had only teased.
Halfway in, Eliot paused. His breathing had gone deeper. The sight of Qiu Dingjie's body struggling to accept him, very soft, shiny rim stretched tight around the dark shaft, stirred something ominous and deeply satisfied in his chest.
“That’s it,” he murmured, almost gentle. “Open up for Daddy’s cock. You’re doing so fucking well, baby.”
Then he pushed the rest of the way home in one long, controlled thrust.
The final stretch tore a raw, desperate cry from Qiu Dingjie's throat. Eliot’s hips met the soft curve of his ass with a wet, heavy slap. The entire monstrous length was buried inside him now, thick, throbbing, so deep it felt like it had rearranged everything. His walls clenched and fluttered in frantic waves around the invasion, trying and failing to adjust to the sheer size. Slick continued to leak around the base in thick rivulets, soaking both of them.
Eliot stayed fully seated for a long moment, letting Qiu Dingjie feel every pulse, every subtle shift of the heavy cock inside him. One hand slid up the Omega's spine, then around to cup a milk-slick nipple, rolling it slowly between his fingers while his hips delivered the smallest, most wicked grind, sending a full-body shudder through the Omega.
“Feel that?” he asked, voice dark with hunger. “That’s all of me. And I’m not pulling out until you’ve taken every single thing I give you.”
He drew back slowly, almost all the way out, until only the thick head remained inside, stretching the entrance obscenely. Then he thrust forward again, burying himself to the root in one powerful stroke that forced another broken sound from Qiu Dingjie's lips.
The bed creaked. The silk rope strained. The shackle around the Omega's ankles clinked softly with every deep, claiming thrust that followed.
Eliot didn’t ease in. He moved in deep, punishing strokes then slamming back in until his hips met soft flesh with a wet, heavy slap. Every thrust forced another thick pulse of slick out around the base of his cock. The sound was filthy: skin meeting skin, the wet squelch of a cunt being forced open around something far too big, Qiu Dingjie's broken, high-pitched cries that spilled out of him without permission.
Eliot’s hands never stopped moving. One stayed locked on Qiu Dingjie's hip, holding him perfectly still so he could only take what he was given. The other reached around to the swollen, milk-slick nipples, pinching and rolling them in time with every deep thrust. Milk continued to bead and drip with every hard squeeze, running down Qiu’s chest in thin white lines that the Alpha occasionally leaned forward to lick away.
“Daddy… oh Daddy… feels so good… Dad…” the Omega chanted over and over, like a mantra.
“Yeah… Daddy's here little one… Listen to how wet you are,” Eliot growled against the back of his neck, breath hot and rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock like you were made for it. Look at this pretty cunt, stretched so fucking wide around me. You’re going to feel this for days, baby.”
He shifted the angle.
The next thrust dragged the thick, veined shaft directly across the swollen spot inside Qiu Dingjie that made his vision white out. His entire body convulsed. His walls clamped down hard around the massive cock, fluttering in frantic, helpless waves. Eliot groaned low in his throat at the sudden tight heat and fucked into it harder, grinding deeper on every stroke so the heavy head of his cock kissed against the deepest part of him.
The silk rope bit into Qiu Dingjie's wrists now. The shackle around his ankles rattled with every powerful snap of Eliot’s hips. Sweat poured down both of them now, Qiu’s entire body slick and shining, Eliot’s chest and abs gleaming in the low light as he drove into the Omega without mercy. The scent of sex and Alpha pheromones and sweet Omega slick saturated the air until it felt almost too thick to breathe.
And then suddenly, Eliot pulled out completely without warning.
Qiu Dingjie's empty cunt clenched around nothing, a fresh gush of slick pouring out onto the sheets. Before he could even cry out at the loss, Eliot flipped him onto his back as much as the bindings allowed, wrists still bound high, ankles still locked together, and shoved his legs up so the soft backs of his thighs pressed toward his chest. The position left Qiu Dingjie's swollen, red pussy completely exposed and helplessly open.
Eliot lined up again and sank back in with one long, brutal thrust that forced a raw scream from the Omega's throat.
This angle was worse. Deeper, more intense. Eliot braced himself over Qiu Dingjie's body and began to fuck him in earnest, long powerful strokes that made the entire bed shake. Every time he bottomed out, the heavy weight of his cock pressed against places that made Qiu Dingjie's toes curl and his eyes roll. Milk continued to leak from both nipples with every hard jolt of his body. Eliot leaned down and latched onto one, sucking hard while he drove into him, drinking the sweet fluid between filthy, breathless words.
“That’s it—take it. Take every fucking inch. This cunt belongs to me. You’re going to stay open and wet and full of my cock until I decide you’ve had enough… and even then I might not stop.”
He changed pace without warning, switching from deep, grinding thrusts to short, sharp snaps of his hips that kept the thick head punching against that perfect spot over and over. Qiu’s voice broke completely. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. His walls fluttered and clenched in continuous, overwhelming waves, slick pouring around Eliot’s cock in thick, glossy pulses that soaked both of them.
Eliot’s control finally began to fray.
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, almost frantic. The wet slap of skin filled the room in a relentless rhythm. He released Qiu’s nipple only long enough to claim his mouth in a rough, open kiss that tasted of milk and slick and pure, animal hunger, tongue fucking past his lips while his cock continued to ruin him below.
“Come on my cock, babygirl,” he ordered against Qiu Dingjie's mouth, voice dark and wrecked. “Squeeze me. Let me feel this pretty pussy break.”
Qiu shattered. Completely.
His orgasm ripped through him in violent, full-body waves, cunt clamping down around the massive shaft in rhythmic, milking pulses that forced even more slick out around Eliot’s cock. Milk sprayed from both nipples in thin arcs. His bound body arched as hard as the ropes and shackle allowed, a broken, continuous cry tearing from his throat.
Eliot fucked him straight through it.
He didn’t slow. He didn’t stop. He kept driving into the fluttering, oversensitive heat with deep, claiming strokes, chasing his own release while Qiu sobbed and clenched and spilled around him. When Eliot finally came it was with a low, guttural growl, hips locked tight against Qiu’s ass as thick, heavy pulses of come flooded the already overstuffed cunt. He ground deep through every spurt, forcing it as far inside as it could go, until the excess began to leak out around the base of his cock in thick, creamy rivulets mixed with slick.
Even then he didn’t pull out.
He stayed buried to the root, cock still half-hard and throbbing inside the ruined, overflowing heat, one hand lazily rolling a swollen nipple while the other stroked over Qiu’s trembling belly.
“We’re not finished,” he murmured against Qiu’s ear, voice dark with promise. “Daddy’s going to keep this cunt full all night.”
And he began to move again. Slowly. Deeply. Endless.
“Daaad… oh dad… I love you, i love you so much dad.” 🌌
—The End