2. The Bench #2
He clasped Tino’s throat and thrust again, to the root. Tino’s stomach protruded just underneath his belly button. His womb took a rough punch—a promise of what was to come tomorrow. He cried out. He was so primed and hungry his frail human vessel was close to coming already.
“There could be twenty of them tomorrow,” Big Bobby threatened. “I better stretch you out good, huh? Do you like to be bred outside heat? You like it when it hurts? Tomorrow, I’ll take a turn myself. Make you suck my dick with your womb.”
Tino closed his eyes and sank into the sensations.
The rough grip on his hip and throat, the big hairy belly brushing his back, spittle and droplets of sweat landing on his skin.
The old alpha was still strong. Virile. His lewd fantasies took over any sliver of empathy or respect he might have had toward another human being.
In the aroused state, Big Bobby’s head was like an open cabinet of curiosities where Tino could browse and take a closer look, even touch and taste.
The metallic aroma of fresh blood, small rosy nipples squashed in silver clamps, pink welts in pale skin, bruises, a small tear in a taut rim, stretched around a beer bottle…
The grizzly alpha liked to leave traces. He didn’t bruise Tino or even tear his hole because he saw him as an asset. But he fantasized about it. Tino could sense the bloodlust in the man and appreciated the danger.
He was left a little disappointed when Big Bobby didn’t snap and hurt him. The old man didn’t even spank Tino and finished too early, grunting and swearing.
Tino didn’t come.
Under different circumstances, he’d stay for a second round. He had many tricks up his sleeve that would make Big Bobby get hard again and fuck him better.
But today was only a prelude. An appetizer. The negotiation had been successful, and he’d feed tomorrow.
Like an obedient slut, he licked Big Bobby’s horse dick clean, lingering around the barbell at the tip.
Then he thanked the man and gave him a kiss on his scruffy cheek before leaving with a wad of money in his pocket.
He’d find some use for the cash. Maybe he would truly leave the city. Who knew what the future held?
After leaving the club, he intercepted a slightly drunk middle-aged alpha in an alley. One fleeting orgasm against the wall was barely worth the beer vapors he was forced to inhale, but he needed something to tide him over.
He hoped like hell tomorrow would solve his feeding problem. He felt weak, and he hated it.
For the hundredth time, he thought of going back to the ridiculously large mansion at the foot of the mountain. He could take a cab and reach the area in twenty minutes. Sandoval’s security was surely state of the art, but nothing could stop Valentino from getting into places he wanted to be.
Except it wouldn’t be smart.
He’d shown his true form that night. He’d taken everything he could. Drowning in mindless desire for more, he’d even nursed Oswald, which was something he hadn’t allowed himself to do in over a century.
He couldn’t remember ever craving a human so much that he almost fucked the man to death. He had killed before, taking a knot until his victim’s heart failed, but never by accident!
No, he couldn’t go back. Sir Oswald Sandoval would never meet the sweet blond omega ever again, nor any of Tino’s many other alter egos.
The next day, he arrived at Dirty Dick’s five minutes late.
He avoided the crowded bar area and went straight to the back office.
Big Bobby’s angry frown melted as soon as Tino put aside his bag and took off the stolen trench coat he wore.
The red corset he had underneath pushed his pecs up and brought out his nipples.
He’d paired it with matching assless panties that barely contained his soft cock and balls.
“You’re late.”
Big Bobby stood and walked around his desk. He checked Tino’s pupils—as if drugs could work on Tino’s metabolism—before assessing his outfit again.
“Turn around.”
Tino obeyed, cocking his hip.
“Nice. That stays on.”
He gave Tino’s ass a light spank and opened the door. “Get the bench ready,” he yelled at someone out in the bar and closed it again.
Then he took a can of energy drink out of an aging mini fridge.
“Do you want something?”
“No. Just give me some water here and there during the performance.”
It was funny to even call it a performance. Tino would be a piece of meat tied to a bench. But he could play it up with well-timed moans and wails—and he could pretend to faint for a bit or cry a little.
“What’s in the bag?” Big Bobby asked.
Tino lifted the shoulder bag from the floor and pulled out a sex toy shaped like a budding tulip with a long stem. He unwrapped it, leaving the protective film only over the upper part, and handed it to Big Bobby with a smile.
“I brought my own for the main event.”
The gruff alpha whistled. “That’s one fat bud, boy.”
“It’s sterile. You take the plastic off just before you put it in. Go slow but steady with no pausing and no back and forth. Just smoothly forward. The bud needs to be all the way in my womb before you turn on the vibration cycle. A couple of minutes should be enough to loosen me up.”
“How do I know it’s all the way in?”
“Even if I’m unable to tell you, you’ll know. It forces me to come the nasty way. When I’m screaming and shaking, you turn the vibration on, the lowest setting. It’ll slowly calm me down.”
“And then?”
“Once I’ve stopped twitching, you test how loose I am by fucking through the channel to my womb with the bud. It should be an easy slide. Then I’m ready to go.”
Curiously, Big Bobby looked a little nervous. “How many breedings?”
Tino shrugged. “How many will be willing to pay extra for nutting into my womb outside of heat?”
“I’ve seen at least five regulars out there who’d happily pay any price.”
“My limit is seven loads.”
He could take fifteen and still crave more, but he needed to appear at least vaguely human.
“And if you pass out?”
“Cold, wet towel on my neck. Then ask me if I want to continue.”
Big Bobby spluttered out a laugh, shaking his head. “Boy, you’re crazy.”
The padding on the bench was made of red leather.
The main cushion supported the stomach and torso, and another, a U-shaped one, was for the head.
Four smaller supports, equipped with belts and buckles, were for the arms and legs.
Once strapped in, Tino would be face down on his elbows and knees, tied around his limbs and waist. He’d asked Big Bobby not to fasten the belt around his head—he wanted to be able to look up and show his pretty face once he was coming on the fifth dick of the evening.
“Gentlemen, tonight we have a very special guest.” Big Bobby lifted Tino’s hand, and Tino obediently twirled, showing off his bare ass framed by the skimpy lingerie. He added a blush and a coy smile.
“This sweetheart has some hidden talents.”
Big Bobby tweaked Tino’s nipple, and Tino squirmed prettily. The crowd hooted and clapped.
“Get on, baby.”
Tino crawled onto the bench like a cat, flaunting his butt before settling on the supports. Big Bobby fastened the wide belt around Tino’s waist first.
“Now, what do you think will happen tonight, huh?”
“Spank him!” someone yelled, and others laughed.
“Oh, c’mon. Pretty baby here has been a very nice boy. He deserves better than that.” Big Bobby buckled Tino in as he taunted the crowd.
He stood between Tino’s spread legs and thrust against his open crease with his bulge.
“This pretty boy is special.” He paused for effect, caressing Tino’s ass cheeks before he stepped aside. Tino could see everything in the mirrors behind the bar. The alphas craned their necks to get a glimpse of his asshole.
“Gentlemen, let me introduce you to our cum dumpster for the night.” With that, he slapped Tino’s ass cheek.
The hollering took a minute to quiet down.
“Our boy is an insatiable whore. He wants everything you have.” Big Bobby hit a lever on the bench, and Tino’s ass was lifted higher while his upper body sank lower. He lost sight of what was happening behind him.
“Every little drop of jizz will go into this gorgeous hole right here.”
Another round of roars and stomping. The metal construction of the bench vibrated under Tino’s body.
“But it’s his first time here, and I think pretty baby deserves a kiss first. Only ten bucks for a taste. Let’s get this hole ready!”
The first lick went from his balls over his taint to his asshole. A broad tongue, a scrape of stubble. The alpha pushed his tongue inside and groaned.
Tino rested his forehead on the U-shaped leather cushion and closed his eyes.
One after another, the alphas licked him, and he let his slick flow freely. His scent and taste would make them yearn even more than his innocent face and impeccable ass.
The auction was a loud affair. Big Bobby would be opening a bottle of champagne later tonight because the first fuck went for two thousand three hundred bucks.
The alpha who’d won had a slender but long dick.
He reamed Tino’s hole without caring for Tino’s pleasure, taking what he could for his money.
Tino got glimpses of his mind during the frenzied final minute—memories of a young rent boy kneeling on the back seat of a car, his hole stained with cum, ass cheeks covered with red finger marks…
The alpha came on a roar, and the crowd erupted in cheers.