Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Hayden
I t was definitely one of the wildest nights of my life. I’d never played a fantasy while in heat before. Fantasies were fine with strangers, since there were rules and safeguards and expectations. Heats were for a trusted friend, partner, or a specialty heat service. Mixing business with pleasure, so to speak, was a whole new level of risk that I hadn’t been sure I was willing to take.
But I didn’t have a choice. I was embarrassed, surprised, and a little scared about how vulnerable heat made me, but as the saying went, the only way out was through.
Lucky for me, I’d picked the right alpha for an unprecedented and potentially risky situation. Ace was fantastic, and after the second wave, I trusted him implicitly.
Even though he was shit at coming up with realistic circumstances for our fantasy, once we decided to continue it. I’m sorry, but federal agents did not fuck the witnesses they were interrogating to get them to talk. And codes? What codes? Nuclear codes?
None of that mattered one bit when he had his absolutely brilliant alpha cock working hard in me, though. I played along with the weak plotline of our scene, insisting on my innocence as we made up some cheesy dialog between heat waves, then went full heat when the waves hit and all I wanted was alpha cock.
Honestly, in a lot of ways, it was even better than a perfectly planned kidnapping fantasy. Hot alpha who knew how to use his hips, safe apartment without anyone banging on the door, asking why we were making so much noise, and just the right level of kink to have my depraved little heart singing. Best of all, the whole thing had the spice of being anonymous and impersonal. I could be as shameless as I wanted to be as I lifted my ass to Ace and parted my cheeks on his command so my slick and his cum dripped down my thighs. I could suck on his cock and swallow like he was a creamsicle and it was a hot summer day.
In short, my fantasy was turning out to be ten times more fantastic than I’d ever dreamed it would be.
I slept hard after about my fifth wave, thoroughly exhausted. When I finally woke up to morning sunlight peeking through the bedroom’s one window, I felt heavy and thick, rested, but so ready for more. I could already feel the next wave spreading through me and my womb demanding what omega wombs always demanded in heat.
I also woke up in Ace’s cozy bed with my wrists fastened above my head together by what felt like metal cuffs, my ankles bound by similar cuffs, and something small and weird stuck to my cock and balls. The rest of the bed felt empty, and when I pried my still-tired eyes open, I confirmed that Ace wasn’t in the bed or the room with me.
I drew in a breath, grinning a little at the way I was bound and abandoned, even though it unnerved me. I took a second to study the bed itself, which I’d only barely had time to do during the night. It was a typical kink bed, complete with rings and clips all along the posts that fastened to a metal canopy. What was unlike other kink beds I’d been fucked in before were the tiny cameras and what had to be something like motion sensors on every post and the canopy. They were all pointed down at me.
“Someone likes to watch the playback,” I mumbled sleepily and started to move.
My thoughts had only barely turned to questioning whether I’d specified anything about being recorded—I usually didn’t mind—when a canned voice from a speaker that must have been in the canopy suddenly said, “System activated.”
I froze. A shiver of fear and excitement rushed through me. System activated? Were there weapons or something that could hurt me aimed at me?
But no, there wouldn’t be. Not when both Ace and I had seconds checking in on us every six hours. We’d both texted our seconds in the middle of the night, between waves, to confirm everything was okay. As required, we’d sent pics to confirm as well.
So if whatever the system that had just been activated wasn’t going to kill me, I wondered what it would do.
I shifted, pulling at my bound wrists, to see just how restrained I was. I was surprised that I was able to bring my arms down to the level of my chest. The cuffs holding my wrists were smooth, heavy metal, and they were obviously magnets. They’d been loosely held by some sort of magnet in the headboard, but that was only strong enough to keep my arms above me when I was relaxed. The magnets holding the cuffs to each other were a hundred times stronger, and no matter how I moved I couldn’t get them to budge. Same for the ones around my ankles.
The thing that had me completely puzzled, though, were the small patches, like the kind of bandages guys used when they cut themselves shaving, that were stuck to a few places on my balls and along the underside of my cock and its tip. They made absolutely zero sense to me. Especially since, the way my wrists were bound, I could just reach down and pick them?—
Nope. I don’t know what it was, but as soon as my hands came to within about eight inches of my junk, the patches started to prickle. The closer I got within eight inches, the more the prickle turned into a sort of electric stinging. I might have been able to tough it out and peel the little patches, which I now figured were diodes of some sort, away, but I didn’t want to risk it.
Sure enough, Ace’s voice sounded from the speaker in the bed’s canopy. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said. “Unless you like having your balls tazed.”
My eyebrows flew up and my eyes went wide. Magnetic cuffs on my wrists and ankles and micro-tasers attached to my cock and balls?
My heart raced faster, and I had to fight to stay in the scene and not to smile. It was like high-tech had met good, old-fashioned kink restraints. The diodes on my junk were like a futuristic chastity device. I almost wished I had an electrified sounding rod inserted in my cock.
I was getting hard faster than the wind, and the zaps didn’t stop me. But I bet they could if Ace wanted them to.
“Help me!” I called out, admittedly halfheartedly. I had to get us back into the scene somehow. Ace was somewhere else, and frankly, I was rushing fast toward the point where I needed him in me so badly I really would lose my mind if he left me to go through a heat wave alone.
“Are you ready to talk?” Ace’s disembodied voice asked.
I glanced to the closed door leading into the apartment’s main room.
“Don’t even think of making a break for it,” Ace’s voice said. “You won’t like what happens.”
That was a dare if I’d ever heard one.
I rolled to my side and shuffled around with my bound wrists and ankles, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed.
“I don’t know anything,” I called out to the empty room. “I swear, you’ve got the wrong guy. Just let me go! I…I have a family to get back to.”
That was a nice touch, as far as I was concerned. The kind of omega who would get himself wrapped up in a situation like this would have family waiting for him.
I didn’t get any response from Ace, so I squirmed a little until I could hop off the bed.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, the faint buzzing in my cock and balls started.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Ace’s voice echoed in the room.
“Fuck you!” I called out with badly acted upset. “I’m getting out of here!”
I hopped toward the door. Every foot closer to it that I got, my cock and balls buzzed more. The electrical impulses, or whatever they were, felt strangely good at first. Or maybe that was just my heat wave taking over. My dick got harder with every increase in stimulation, and sweat broke out down my back.
By the time I was halfway across the room, I cried out with desperation at the pleasure pain jolting right to my junk. It had to be my heat that was making the sizzling, electric pain feel so good. My cock stood straight out from my body, dripping, and my hole was quickly turning into a river of slick.
I needed something to ease the itch, so I scooted slightly closer to the door. Predictably, the pain increased, and I moaned again.
“Stay where you are,” Ace’s voice came again, slightly more serious. “Don’t move any closer to the door. You’re not supposed to?—”
His words cut off like he’d flicked a switch to turn off the PA system.
I moaned again as the intensity of my heat wave picked up. It was strong enough that I pivoted slightly to point my erection towards the door. As expected, that increased the electricity shooting through it.
The pain was exquisite in every sense of the word. I was just enough of a masochist to endure it and get off on it instead of doing the sensible thing and hopping back to the bed.
A moment later, I heard the outer door of the apartment open and close. A few seconds after that, Ace threw open the door to the bedroom.
“Do you have some sort of a pain fetish?” Ace asked, frowning. He was in character, but it still felt like the question was genuine.
“I have a needing to be fucked through heat fetish,” I panted, also sort of in character.
My attention shifted to the way Ace looked for a second. His feet were bare and he wore only a robe, which he untied and let fall loose, almost like a subconscious gesture. That gave me a full view of his sculpted, alpha body, his strong pecs and six-pack, his powerful thighs, his monster balls, and his thick, protruding cock.
“Please, please,” I whimpered, adding a little genuine desperation into my playacting. “I’m not the man you want.”
I served that banter up to him like a tennis ball, and as if the whole thing were scripted, Ace said, “Oh, you’re exactly the omega I want.”
I laughed out loud, except the sound came out as more of a cry for mercy.
Ace continued over to me, grabbing my bound wrists and pulling me back toward the bed. Immediately, the electric pain in my cock and balls subsided. But that only left me gasping and dripping for another sort of relief.
“I told you I had ways of making you talk,” Ace said, his bad acting eclipsed by the real need in his tone. “And I told you not to move.”
“I can’t tell you what you want to know,” I cried as he turned me and sat me on the end of the bed. I served him up another cheesy line by adding, “I can’t give you what you want.”
“Yes, you can,” Ace said in a growl as he towered over me.
He could have come up with a snappier reply, but I’d take that one if it came with something like his cock in my mouth, or even a vigorous finger-fucking.
Instead, he surprised me by taking his phone from the pocket of his robe and tapping it a few times. Immediately, the tension of my wrists and ankles being held together eased as the magnets released.
I was too stunned by that cool trick to make a break for it. If I’d been in a real kidnap situation, I should have tried to run. Three seconds later, my window of opportunity closed.
Ace tapped his phone again, set it on the bed, then quickly crouched and pushed my ankles apart. Within a second, the magnets were pulled toward points on the bed’s metal baseboard, trapping me once again, wide open.
“What the?—”
Ace reached for his phone and tapped it again as he stood, then grabbed my wrists and brought them around behind my back. The magnets engaged again, and my wrists slammed together firmly.
“What are you doing?” I panted, struggling a little.
I actually genuinely wanted to know. The magnetic restraints were super-cool, like something out of a high-tech spy movie. The diodes on my junk that kept me from leaving the room were diabolical genius. It was like one of those dog invisible fences for balls.
It actually had me wondering if, in his real life, Ace was some sort of crazy inventor of sex toys.
Yeah, that had to be it. The entire bedroom was a giant, sci-fi sex toy.
“Didn’t it hurt?” Ace asked as he crouched again, examining the diodes on my cock and balls like a scientist would. “The current is supposed to increase as you get closer to the door.”
I let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, it hurt alright,” I panted. “But not as much as the need to have you fuck me until I can’t remember my name.”
Whoops. That wasn’t in character for our scene.
Ace shifted his gaze from studying my cock and balls to grinning at me. He then did the sexiest damn alpha thing he could have done in the situation.
He leaned close to my spread thighs and breathed in, long and deep. Then he rumbled, “Your heat scent is so strong it’s making me crazy.”
I made some sort of wild sound of desperation.
That turned into a loud cry when Ace leaned in even farther and stroked his tongue across my slippery taint.
He didn’t stop there. He practically buried his face in my ass, nudging and licking. The slurping sounds he made as he lapped at my slick and fucked me with his tongue had me whimpering and weeping as much as the sensations themselves.
My body twitched and jerked. I tried to pull at my legs, but the magnetic cuffs had my ankles securely fastened to the side of the bed. It was pure luck that the way my wrists were trapped under the small of my back elevated my hole a little. I bucked and squirmed as much as I could to create more sensation while Ace tongue-fucked me and drank the slick that came pouring out of me.
I started coming in the middle of that feast. For about half a second, I wondered if it would ruin Ace’s equipment if I got cum all over it. Then I didn’t worry about anything as pleasure turned my brain off and my omega mating instinct took over.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please, Please!” I gasped, thrashing. “I need it. I?—”
Ace pulled back from my hole. For one, ecstatic moment, I thought he was going to just stick his fat cock in me and go to town.
Instead, he reached for his phone and tapped it.
My ankles and wrists were suddenly free, but instead of being relieved, I moaned in disappointment.
Another second later, I gasped and bristled with expectation again as Ace hoisted me up and flipped me to face the bed. He tapped his phone again before discarding it, then pulled my arms up toward the diagonal strips of metal connecting the bedposts to the canopy. My wrist cuffs slammed against them, pinning my arms spread above me. Ace then kicked my ankles apart, and like magic, the magnets around my ankles were pulled wider and snapped into place against the baseboard.
Ace stepped back as if to check his work. I helped him along by tugging and squirming, but his fancy toys had me helplessly spread, like a heat-drippy star.
It was incredibly hot. A-plus for ingenuity and design. If I had the sort of money it would inevitably cost for this kind of kinky set-up, I’d plop it down in a hurry.
“Don’t even try to get away from me,” Ace growled as he moved into place behind me, his hands running up and down my sides, then around front to fondle my cock and balls.
He was checking his toys. I understood what he wanted and tried to break free.
That wasn’t going to happen, of course.
“I…I can’t,” I panted, moaning like I thought it was a bad thing. “The magnets are too powerful. I can’t….”
I couldn’t think was what I couldn’t do. The way Ace’s hands roved my body, tweaking my nipples and teasing the head of my dripping cock, told me he was satisfied enough with his inventions that he could enjoy this wave. He even nuzzled my neck, breathing in my scent, then nibbled my shoulder.
I loved it. God, I loved it so much. Helpless and stretched out, far enough into my heat wave that I was delirious and needy. I loved every second of it. Best. Fantasy. Ever.
And when Ace adjusted himself and pushed inside my desperate hole, one arm clamped around my middle so he could thrust fiercely without pushing my body away from him, I loved it even more. I tipped my head back to him and just howled as he pounded my ass, sending drops of slick splattering all over both our thighs, and probably the floor, too, I was so wet.
His body pistoned in and out of me like a machine, like another piece of his tech, and I adored it. More than that, as he started to come and his seed jetted against the closed opening of my womb, I felt a warmth and stirring in my center that I’d never had before while in heat. It was like something inside me trying to crack open and blossom.
Along with the physical urge to be as open as possible and to end the wave not only with Ace’s knot in my ass, but his cockhead punching through into my womb came the emotional urge to submit entirely. I wasn’t submissive, like Simon, but the shudder of surrender that went through me had me wanting to give everything I was and had to the alpha filling me with his seed.
That glimpse of a feeling flickered out as Ace’s knot formed. We both grunted with the crude, carnal sensations of our bodies locking together. I felt so full and pleasured, so right. I hadn’t really stopped coming after my initial bursts of orgasm, and I didn’t stop when he did.
“Do you want me to take you down?” Ace asked, out of character again. His arms were wrapped firmly around me, holding my limp body up.
I shook my head. “This feels so good,” I gasped. “Just give me?—”
I was going to say give me another minute, but he must have thought I wanted something else. He jerked deeper into me, moving both his cock and his knot over all the sensitive parts inside me.
That caused another full minute of post-wave orgasms that left me feeling like a worn-out rag…and his bed looking like a pond full of cum.
Okay, that was an exaggeration. But that’s what I felt had come out of me.
I didn’t care about the mess, though. I was having the time of my life, and if things kept up as they normally did, I would have two more days of this raunchy bliss.