Kinktober Day 18: Fuck Machines

Rhys’ last heat had been a doozy.

Jack wasn’t someone to turn his nose up at sex, but man. Rhys had needed a lot of sex, and by the time his heat mercifully came to a close his dick felt like it’d been jammed in a toaster. On the contrary, Rhys had come out of it looking fairly refreshed, if a little sore and smelly.

Still, in anticipation of Rhys’ next cycle, Jack had started planning, then building. As much as it stung to admit he needed help, it hurt less if it came from a tool of his own designing.

And sure, Rhys had looked over the legless, miniature loader with the giant poisoning cock grafted onto the front with skepticism, now that he was deep within the climax of his heat he couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack still kept an eye on Rhys—as his did throughout his whole heat, watching for signs of dehydration or exhaustion—from his position reclining against the headboard. His chest rose and fell, recovering from the last intense round of sex, where Rhys had rode him hard into the mattress after Jack wore himself out hammering his knot deep inside the omega. Jack loosely held a glass of water to his lips, watching over the rim as the small robot thrust its cock in and out of Rhys’ loose, well-fucked hole.

The loader was still a prototype, developed only for this one specific purpose, but as Jack observed how well Rhys responded to its movement and pace his mind started drifting to other, more ambitious prospects. Maybe other omegas would be interested in something like this, to break up the monotony of dildos and vibrators.

“You hanging in there, pumpkin?” Jack set the water glass aside and leaned forward, resting his hand atop Rhys’ head. The omega lifted his chin for a moment, his whole body shuddering with the movement of the loader’s thrusts. Jack grinned and inhaled deep of his mate’s scent, sensing his satisfaction even as Rhys kissed his hand with a needy moan.

“Aw, missing daddy’s touch already, huh?” Jack slipped two fingers into Rhys’ mouth, delighting when the omega sucked them. “Well…gimme just a couple minutes more, babe, and I’ll make sure to help that little machine out some.”

Kinktober Day 18: Latex, Role Reversal

Rhys really liked the feeling of the bodysuit against his skin.

Though he would’ve preferred a nice blue design to contrast with the tight black latex, yellow suited him just fine. Besides, color was secondary to how the fabric sucked him in just right, clinging to his thighs and supporting his ass. He felt lithe and limber and sexy, drawing Jack’s eyes as he walked around him in a tight circle.

“You really are a pretty boy, aren’t you…” Rhys purred as he leaned over Jack’s shoulder, fingers trailing along the back of his chair. Jack wasn’t bound but kept his hands in his lap on Rhys’ command, unable to make the first move nor touch him at all until Rhys said so.

“A lot more well-behaved than I thought you’d be…usually you’re real bad about touching things without permission.” He slid around to Jack’s front, slick and supple in his suit as he stuck his boot right between his spread legs. He pressed his toe forward, feeling the bulge forming in Jack’s crotch. He grunted, his hands lacing tighter in his lap, but he managed to keep his cool. Rhys’ cock twitched within the tight confines of his suit, pleased at Jack’s resolve—and his subservience.

“Okay. I’m bored with the game now,” Rhys said as he settled his boot back onto the floor, only to pull himself up onto the chair a moment later, his knees digging into the seat on either side of Jack’s thighs to bring his crotch almost level with his mouth. Rhys felt thankful most of his height was in his legs. He only had to pull Jack’s head down a little bit to get his lips pressed up against the glossy bulge in his suit.

“There we go…” Rhys tightened his fingers in Jack’s hair as he finally parted his lips to suck against his groin, tongue pressing and lapping against the fabric until it grew wet and shiny. Rhys moaned, latex in the folds of his suit squeaking slightly as he shifted and squirmed atop his lover. Though separated by the thin layer of fabric he could still feel the pressure and pliability of Jack’s tongue working him over, encouraging his cock to full hardness. It had little space to grow with how tight Rhys’ suit was, making him grind his groin against Jack’s mouth to gain more friction.

Coming in such a skin-tight outfit was probably a bad idea, but with Jack’s expert mouth and lips working it over, Rhys figured it was worth the post-coital shower.

i love learning about physical fitness with my training but i’m also like “we need to make it actually feasible in our society to allow time and resources to be allocated for physical fitness if we want people to engage in it”

Kinktober Day 17: Collaring, Orgasm Denial

“You getting off on being treated like the bad boy you are?” Jack tutted, shaking his head at the man lying on the floor beneath him. “Well, that’s not gonna do at all, pumpkin.”

Rhys panted, his throat flexing beneath the collar wrapped around his neck. Jack held the lead taunt, keeping him from laying down completely. He braced himself awkwardly on his elbows, his thighs rubbing together as he tried to catch some friction on his cock. He was almost there.

“What did I just say? You’re pushing your luck.” Jack tugged Rhys’ collar as he nudged the toe of his shoe in between his thighs, rubbing it against his straining cock. “I don’t think it’d be right to let you get off just yet.”

“But sir—“ Any pleading Rhys had in mind was cut off as Jack pressed the sole of his shoe hard against Rhys’ cock, the texture of the treads harsh and gritty enough to snap him away from the edge of orgasm. Rhys swore, voice raspy thanks to the collar and the denial strangling him out of his pleasure. “Shit, Jack—“

“And bad language?” The CEO sounded amused, even as he pulled Rhys’ lead so hard he forced him into a half-sitting position. He rubbed his shoe all over Rhys’ cock before pressing down where it met his balls. The young man squirmed, trying to put on his best distressed pout.

“Sir, please…I’m sorry…please, just let me cum,” he whimpered, straining his voice into something truly plaintive. Not speaking to Jack’s mercy—Rhys knew that was a slim chance—but rather the bulge already evident in his pants. Surely if he acted needy enough, Jack would want to do something with it.

Thankfully it seemed to do the trick, because Jack soon lifted his foot from Rhys’ groin. He even crouched down to grasp Rhys’ chin, pressing a rewarding kiss to the side of his mouth.

“Suppose you should train a good boy with a mix of punishment and treats, huh?” Jack straightened back up, keeping one hand clenched around Rhys’ leash as the other pulled down the fly of his pants.

Kinktober Day 17: Seduction, Masturbation

Jack had been eyeing this middle manager for a couple of weeks now.

Henderson must know his type, because he just kept sending this long-legged cutie over and over again to read the department reports. He could easily just send them to Jack’s inbox, but nah. Give him the full, in-person treatment. Usually Jack would be annoyed having to entertain the stammering reporting of some loser, but this kid—this omega—looked fine as hell.

Jack barely even paid attention to what he was saying half the time, so lost in ogling him from head to toe. Jack loved slender little things like this, with a hint of curves under his dress slacks his hair slicked back like he was trying to prove he wasn’t a total nerd. But Jack could smell the fanboy on him, and he was sure if he propositioned the kid he’d have him bent over his desk in no time.

But playing the long-game could, occasionally, be more fun.

Jack was being bold today. He already had his belt unbuckled by the time Rhys walked up to his desk, and as soon as the omega started to speak he untucked his cock out of his boxers.

“Business as usual, huh kitten?” Jack purred, keeping up a totally nonchalant front as he slid slightly lower in his chair, eyes lazily fixed on the omega. Rhys only cleared his throat and nodded, still a little shy even after all these weeks. Well. Let’s see if Jack could fix that.

As Rhys spoke, relating all the dull findings and figures from his department, Jack started to stroke his cock. He moved slowly in complete, up and down motions, enjoying the weight and warmth in his hand—as well as the knowledge Rhys had no clue what he was doing under the desk. He kept his smirk with only the usual lecherous touch, wanting to keep Rhys unawares for as long as possible.

Though the twitch in Rhys’ nostrils as he tried to focus on the report was endearing. Jack knew he must be exuding more than just his baseline of alpha hormones right now. Rhys might not be able to see his cock but surely he could smell at least a sliver of Jack’s need and arousal. Omegas had a keen sense of smell, after all.

Jack continued to stroke off his cock anyways, wanting to test how long Rhys could last. He noted the twitches in the young man’s expression, and a couple of times he sniffed audibly, like he was clearing a cold. Jack knew better. He knew he was getting to him.

He kept going, not jerking it as fast as he maybe wanted but keeping it slow and measured. Enough that his pheromones would slowly fill the office, and especially the meager space between him and Rhys. His scent, his influence over all those who encountered him, not just omegas, made him feel powerful—just as his guns and loaders and space station did.

“I…sir…” Rhys suddenly stopped in the middle of the report, lowering the tablet. “If you’d rather me come back later, I can do that?”

“Oh? Why?” Jack chuckled, leaning forward on the hand not currently occupied. “But I have so much fun just listening to you talk.”

“Um…yeah…I can gather…” Oh, the little red blush on Rhys’ cheeks looked just divine. Had he figured it out already?

“You know…” Jack purred, his hand slowing to a crawl beneath the table in anticipation. “We could have a lot more fun if we did more than just talk, sugar.”

Rhys’ blush darkened, and he held the tablet closer to his chest like it could shield him from Jack’s looming pheromones.

“I don’t know if that’s…um…I’m on the clock…” The excuses were weak, and Jack could tell Rhys knew it. He smiled wider.

“Hendy won’t ever know, sugar.” Jack squeezed his cock, pre-cum bubbling over the edge. No doubt Rhys could smell it. “C’mon. I’ve read your file. I know you must be dying for something like this.”

And Rhys was. At least that’s what Jack concluded, once the omega finally circled around the desk to see what the he had been hiding beneath it.