Whoever thinks that "Alphas love heats because they're just a wonderous week of passion-filled sex" needs to be locked in a room with Torn in the middle of a frenzy. Because Jak was having the exact opposite of a good time.
When they left the bath, Torn was already entering his next heat wave, so it was right back to business for them.
Everything was fine at first.
Jak had three fingers buried to the hilt inside Torn, while his Omega nipped and sucked at his nipples as his strong hands kneaded and massaged his pecs. Torn wasn't joking when he claimed to show him "how a real man handles a rack"! Jak felt like he could cum just from his mate playing with his tits.
He should've known something was wrong when the gentle teething turned into a ferocious gnashing.
It's a good thing Jak caught a glimpse of silver eyes before he lost a nipple.
He'd managed to subdue Torn with his voice and resume their fingering session…the chest worship being put on the backburner until Torn could handle it without frenzying.
In the meantime, Jak tried to lighten the mood by practicing what Torn had just shown him. He'd only just started to tease his Omega's chest when he found himself forced on his back with Torn tearing at the new pair of lounge pants he borrowed…from him. Torn nearly destroyed his pants before Jak once again used his voice to stop him.
By the fourth time Torn frenzied that night, Jak panicked at the realization that his voice was no longer enough to stop Torn. Jak had tried to get him to submit, but Torn's hindbrain had taken full control and decided it was done being denied a breeding from its Alpha.
Which is how he found himself barricaded in the bathroom with an enraged, feral Omega screaming at him from the other side.
Jak sat bracing the door with his back while Torn pounded against the strong wood with his fists and feet…all the while roaring in that terrifying growl for Jak to let him in and "breed him like a real Alpha".
Torn was on the verge of breaking the door down in his desperate attempt to get Jak's cock. Luckily, Jak had managed to swipe Torn's com before locking himself inside the bathroom. He'd called Keira 5 times already. It was around 3 in the morning, so she was probably asleep, but he had no other choice at this point.
Finally, he heard the com click as Keira picked up.
"Torn? Do you know how late it is?"
Jak originally didn't want to sound panicked, but he was at his wits end, "It's Jak! Torn's frenzied and my voice has no effect on him anymore! He's obsessed with getting fucked and I know he doesn't really want it so I'm trying to respect his wishes, but I can't control him anymore! He's fucking nuts! WHAT DO I DO?!"
Keira was quiet for a minute before groaning, "This…this is way too much for this time of night." She sighed heavily then asked, "Ok…so he's entered a breeding frenzy, but your Alpha voice isn't enough to stop him? Are you sure you're using your voice right?"
"I think so. It worked the first three times…"
"Wait…" Keira gasped, "He's frenzied MORE than once?!"
"Um…yeah. This is the fourth time…is that bad? I thought this was typical for abstaining Omegas." Jak frowned with concern. Torn had already gotten sick once…if things continued on like this, he would either end up bond sick again…or Jak would have to break his promise and breed him just to calm him down.
Keira cursed softly, "That's…not good. Geez…four times in one day?! Is Torn some kind of super Omega or something?"
"Keira…what's going on?"
Keira sighed as she began to explain, "Frenzying is something that happens maybe once or twice during the entire duration of a heat cycle. But, they always stop when an Alpha uses their voice, and they never happen in succession…unless…"
Jak furrowed his brow, "Unless what?"
"Unless…the Omega in question is unnaturally aggressive or has exceptionally strong willpower." Keira gave a hum before elaborating on her hypothesis, "My father's dealt with a case like his before. The Omega nearly killed her Alpha after he rejected her. They were just dating at the time, and not trying for a baby. The Alpha made a mistake and offered to spend her heat with her. This Omega had such a dominant personality, she frenzied to the point where she had to be hospitalized to keep her from raping her Alpha."
Jak's eyed widened in panic, "Are you saying I need to hospitalize Torn?!"
"Maybe…or maybe not…there is another option…" Keira stated, "Breed him."
"That's NOT an option!" Jak growled unintentionally, "He doesn't want that…it would be like raping him! I won't do that to him. There's gotta be another way!"
Keira went quiet for a minute before an idea came to her, "What if you tricked him into thinking he was being fucked?"
Jak's ears perked at that thought, "How would that work?"
"Give me 5 minutes. Find a way to calm Torn down. I'll be down soon with a very special invention of mine."
Jak raised a brow, "Um…what kind of invention exactly?"
When Jak hung up, he breathed a sigh of relief. Keira's plan was…absolute genius…provided it worked.
And it would work…so long as Jak put on a good show.
In the meantime…he had a pissed off, cock-hungry Omega to try and butter up.
He stood to his feet and placed a hand on the door. He could still hear Torn's angry growls through the door, so he knew he was still there, "Torn, you listening? Ok…you win. I'll breed you…but if we do this, I need to be in control, ok? I'm your Alpha…so, if you want my knot, show me you're willing to behave. Omega, kneel."
He waited for a minute until he heard a thud low to the ground.
Cautiously, he opened the door and peeked out to find Torn kneeling in front of him obediently. His eyes were still silver and maintained a nasty glare, but his growls were slowly being replaced by purrs.
Now that the breed-hungry Omega thought he was getting a belly full of pups, he was surprisingly tame. Jak felt safe enough to exit the bathroom, "Thank you." He reached down and lovingly rubbed the nape of Torn's neck, which immediately caused the Omega to lean forward and nuzzle against his thigh, purring contently.
If Torn had a tail, Jak was certain it would be wagging.
It was so weird seeing Torn so submissive…especially after literally having to run away from him to keep from being forcefully ridden within an inch of his life.
To keep the illusion, Jak gave a dominant growl. Torn took to it like he expected, by softly mewling in submission as he pressed his nose right against Jak's groin. Although he felt mildly uncomfortable when Torn began rubbing his face against his crotch, he kept a domineering tone as he growled, "This is what you want, right? Want me to fill you up with my pups?" Torn emitted a happy purr as he grabbed at Jak's hips, smashing his nose against his Alpha's rapidly hardening cock as he begged, "Yes…Alpha…"
Jak gently massaged his fingers through Torn's dreads, rubbing at the base of his ears tenderly. "Then you need to be a good Omega and do what I say." Jak firmly stated, despite wanting to gag at the words he just said. He kept reminding himself over and over that this wasn't actually Torn he was speaking to…it was just his base primal wiring violently making itself known. He tilted Torn's chin up to face him, "Promise you'll be good for me?"
Torn's stern glare softened into a satisfied smile as he nuzzled a cheek against Jak's hand, "Yes…"
Jak gulped, blushing lightly at the sudden cute side he was being shown yet anxious that it would be replaced by something far less cute at any moment, "Ok…then…go lay in your nest and present for me."
Torn moved faster than Jak thought he would, practically making a running dash to his nest and plopping down in an absolute perfect "present" the second he hit the nest. His head and chest were pushed flat against the floor while his back curved deliciously as he raised his ass high in the air. His knees pressed against the floor and spread enticingly as he waited patiently to be mounted.
And fuck…Jak really couldn't possibly get harder than he was right now. He let out an approving growl and slowly made his way over to Torn's nest. Keira still had a minute or two before she was supposed to arrive…so he had to try and drag this out a bit longer.
He wasn't doing this to indulge himself…it was just to keep Torn distracted long enough for Keira to gather what she needed.
Even though his inner Alpha puffed up with pride at the way his mate willingly displayed himself for a good hard breeding.
"You look so handsome…" Jak purred as he kneeled down in the nest behind Torn, "You're so good for me…so strong." He gently stroked his hands over Torn's back, causing the heated, feral Omega to growl in response, "Alpha…knot…please…"
"Soon, I promise." Jak reassured as he slid two fingers inside Torn's sopping hole, "Just wait a little more, ok? I know it hurts…but I promise, I'll give you what you need. Show me you deserve my knot by waiting for it." He gently stroked across Torn's sensitive insides as he leaned over to lay kisses along his spine.
This seemed to be enough to string the Omega along for a bit. But, as the next couple minutes went by, the purrs and whines turned to growls and snarls as his frenzied Omega became impatient.
Torn turned his head to glare at Jak, "Enough…breed…NOW!"
Jak started to panic again, if Torn decided that he was done waiting, there would be very little Jak could do to contain him. Moving his fingers a bit more insistently inside his mate, Jak tried to coax him into being a bit more patient, "Just a little longer! I promise."
"No…I'm not waiting…breed me NOW!" Torn snarled as he sat up, causing Jak to remove his fingers, taking on a menacing look and punctuating it with a snarl.
Just when Jak thought he was fucked, he heard a hard knock at the door and nearly gave a whimper of relief, "Oh fucking finally." He grabbed Torn's shoulders and pulled him into a kiss, moving his lips slowly against his mate's before pulling away and growling in a dominant voice, "I'm gonna go get the door, and when I come back, I promise you'll be bred. Now PRESENT, OMEGA!"
Torn stared in confusion before his submissive nature came back. He gave a small impatient grumble as he turned back around and resumed his "presenting" position.
Jak rushed to the door and yanked it open to reveal a very tired-looking Keira. When she got a look at the state he was in, her jaw dropped in horror, "Oh my GODS! What did he DO to you?!"
Jak brushed off her worries with a tired grin, "Let's just say he's…VERY…intent on getting dicked down. You have it?!"
"Why else would I be here at 3 in the morning? Of course I have it." She yawned as she held out a black box, "Just please promise to clean it when you're done."
Jak grabbed the box and gave his friend an exhausted hug, "I appreciate this Keira…thank you!"
Keira shook her head as she returned the hug with a pat on the back, "Don't mention it. Go tend to your mate." She yawned then started walking back to her room.
Jak followed her with his eyes for a moment before closing the door and taking the box back to the nest where Torn still sat, obediently presenting to be bred. Jak kneeled down in the nest and opened the black box, revealing the item Keira explained to him over the com.
It was a very large strap-on dildo. Keira said it had a heat mode which made it feel like a real dick, as well as an inflatable knot to mimic a real one. Pretty high tech, if Jak was being honest.
He didn't really want to think about WHY Keira had this…but then again, he was happy she did!
This way, he could fuck Torn into a happy little mess while still keeping his promise. He strapped the fake cock on his hips, securing the straps over and under his hips and groin. Once it was on, Jak inspected the dildo a bit closer. It was skin colored and molded to look like a real cock. It was about as long as the dildo Torn normally used, just less thick. It was certainly smaller than his own…which Jak felt a little relieved at.
This way it felt less like it was his cock, and more like a tool.
Pressing a button on the groin panel the cock was attached to, Jak stroked the soft, realistic-feeling shaft as he felt it immediately start to warm up. It ended up feeling hotter than normal skin, but Jak was sure Torn wouldn't know or care about the difference.
Just as he started hearing Torn begin to growl again, Jak lined up the fake cock and prodded Torn's soaked entrance with the tip, causing the growls to immediately cease, "Feel that? I wasn't lying to you." He slid it up along the crevice of Torn's ass, teasingly sliding it over his taint and balls until the Omega was practically waving his ass at him.
Deciding he didn't want to prolong the frenzy any further, Jak gathered up Torn's steadily-flowing slick and lubed up the shaft before lining it up with Torn's hole. Once he started pressing inside, he found almost no resistance as he slid the dildo all the way inside his mate, stopping only when Torn's ass hit his hips.
Once he was fully sheathed, he heard Torn emit a moan that nearly resembled a howl. He smiled and slid a hand up the strong muscles of Torn's back, "Feels good?"
One silver eye gleamed at him, watery from relief as Torn's broken purr poured out of him, "Alphaaa…"
"My name's Jak, dammit." He laughed in response, "But yeah…Alpha's here…"
Dragging the fake cock out should have been easy because of how wet Torn was, but the way his Omega was desperately clenching down proved the task of properly pounding him to be a difficult one. Jak got about halfway out before he decided to just focus on deep, gentle thrusts until Torn relaxed a bit.
Every time Jak bottomed out, it pushed out the most adorable little whines and whimpers out of his purring mate. Jak tried to relax Torn further by gently stroking his hands up and down the expanse of his back, stopping briefly to squeeze at his shoulders on the way up and his hips on the way down. Jak could feel the vibrations from Torn's strong purr through his hands, and before he realized it, he was fucking his hips against Torn's ass a lot harder than before.
Despite the fact that Jak couldn't feel anything through the fake cock strapped against his real one, he still felt himself getting more and more turned on from just the action of humping Torn's backside.
Torn's constant moans and growls weren't helping.
Jak felt something hot begin to bloom in his belly as he grabbed Torn by the hips and slowly increased his pace until he was practically pummeling the growling Omega's insides with the fake dick. Jak dug his fingertips so hard into Torn's hips that he was sure bruises would be left behind.
Torn was grabbing the sheets again at this point, his fingers tearing the already devastated fabric into smaller shreds as he slammed his hips back against the strap-on. The growls interlaced with whines of frustration and moans of pleasure were reaching their peak as his heavy cock leaked rivers of sterile seed on the sheets below.
Jak reached one hard around to stroke Torn's throbbing cock as he focused only on shallow, jabbing thrusts…preparing to activate the knot.
Jak leaned over Torn, shoving the cock in as deep as it would go before quickly pressing a second button on the groin plate.
A mechanical whirring sound was heard as he felt Torn suddenly go still.
His Omega arched his back, let out a roar of ecstasy before shooting his load into Jak's hand. Jak caught most of the mess, but some still managed to land on the ripped up sheets. Jak could feel Torn's body go lax as the knot inflated fully inside him. That should keep his mate sated for the next 20 minutes or so.
All that was left to do was wait.
Jak brought his soiled hand up to his face to inspect it. Torn's cum spilled in between his fingers and down his wrist. Jak felt his mouth water as his growls kicked back up, syncing up with Torn's purr.
The scent was overwhelmingly enticing…
…and after so much self-denial…
He couldn't help himself.
He lapped away the wetness on his palm and fingers, moaning at the taste of his mate's essence as he subconsciously jerked his hips forward…his engorged cock still irritatingly trapped in his pants behind a solid metal plate…untouched, yet full to the point of bursting.
He couldn't really do anything due to the dildo being locked inside Torn's still spasming body, but that didn't stop his hips from grinding as hard as they could against his knotted Omega.
Jak's growls increased in volume as he humped desperately against Torn's rear. Barely able to move more than an inch from their locked status…so he ended up just grinding the knot hard against Torn's insides. When he licked his hand clean, he reached around and started jerking Torn's still-hard cock, causing his exhausted mate to emit a needy whine.
That whine did something to him.
It travelled down through his ears and straight to his dick.
And then he felt a fog enter his brain.
He gnashed his teeth as he dug his free hand into the meat of Torn's ass, nails digging in until they cut small crescent-shapes cuts into the pale flesh.
Heat filled his body and he felt the fresh pair of underwear he borrowed from Torn become damp with his copious pre-cum.
His other hand became a surrogate hole as he felt Torn begin fucking into it with abandon. This only fueled Jak's primal urges as his Alpha hindbrain got off on making his mate so desperate for him.
Jak bared his teeth as his jaw began to ache from the need to bite and mark.
His inner Alpha howled inside him as he furiously fucked forward, the snugly-fit strap-on providing an extra half-inch of space for him to fill with every forward slam of his hips. His inner Alpha scratched at the restraints he'd painstakingly put up, wanting desperately to slam his dick deep inside Torn's hole until it was a ruined gaping mess filled with his seed.
He wanted to fuck into this body until it was filled with his cock…his knot…his pups.
It didn't matter that this wasn't his dick inside Torn…that Torn wasn't locked on his knot like he was meant to be…despite him not yet being able to pop his knot…
It was still his body that brought this much satisfaction…
…and that train of thought made him finally lose control.
Jak roared out a dominating grown as he leaned his body over Torn's, having to now brace himself on the balls of his feet. Once he got his footing, he fucked down hard. He laid his body across Torn's back, using one hand to hold himself up while the other gripped Torn's erection tightly, providing a warm, tight place for his mate to rut into.
He could smell Torn's intoxicating scent even better, and when he raised his head a bit, he eyed Torn's nape. His dreads had fallen away from it, leaving it completely unprotected…
With his face now inches away from Torn's neck, Jak fell prey to his inner Alpha and licked a stripe across his mate's bare nape before sinking his teeth in deep.
Torn yelped in pain and Jak felt his mouth fill with blood, but that did nothing to stop him as his hips smacked against Torn's rear. He tightened his jaw as teeth cut through flesh and muscle… his hips never missed a beat as they swung forward with all the strength in his body. It was only when he reached his peak that he unlatched with a roar into Torn's ear…pressing forward one last time…and unloading his second explosion of cum that night.
…once the high wore off, Jak realized what happened.
Sitting up straight, he saw the damage he'd done to Torn…and went pale at the sight.
The bite was deep…too deep.
It was way deeper than the bites Torn left. Hell, it was already breeding profusely, the thick blood flowing down over Torn's neck and dripping onto the sheets below them.
"Shit! FUCK!" Jak hissed as he scrambled to find a clean sheet to stop the bleeding. Being still knotted meant he couldn't really move, so he had no choice but to yank a clean towel from one of the nests's carefully braided walls, making the whole side come undone.
He would help Torn fix it later, but the most important thing to do was stop the bleeding!
He pressed the cloth against Torn's neck and held it there firmly, "Fuck, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I don't know what the fuck came over me! God, Im so sorry, Torn!"
Torn barely stirred below him and let out a raspy groan, "What…happened?"
Jak perked up a bit, "Torn? Are you back?"
"Yeah…sorry…did I frenzy again, what's-" He froze, head turning to stare at Jak with one wide blue eye, "What are-WHAT'S IN ME?!"
"Don't panic! It's not me, it's fake!" Jak explained quickly, "My voice wouldn't stop your frenzy, so I called Keira for back-up. She gave me this strap-on to try and convince you that I'm breeding you…you know…without actually breeding you."
"I….what?" Torn winced as he tried to sit up, but immediately lost strength in his arms, "You're not…this isn't?"
Jak gently grabbed Torn's hand and pulled it back so he could feel the straps and groin plate of the contraption, "I promise…I wouldn't betray you like that…and I wouldn't have done this if I had any other option."
The explanation seemed to relieve Torn, since his panicked look softened back into tired, "Shit…it feels so real…I'll have to thank her later." He then winced in pain and tried to reach behind to paw at his nape, "Why does it hurt so bad back here?"
"DON'T TOUCH IT!" Jak yelled as he pressed the towel down a bit firmer, "I'm sorry…I don't know what came over me, but…I lost my head and bit you really hard. It's bleeding a lot so I'm trying to put pressure on it to stop it. SHIT!" He hissed, feeling so ashamed he could cry, "This is such a clusterfuck! I'm so fucking sorry, Torn! You trusted me to take care of you and I lost control."
Torn was very still as he absorbed the explanation.
After a while he sighed, "Well, I bit you, you bit me…guess we're even."
"Hardly!" Jak retorted, the towel already soaked through with blood, "You didn't bite me NEARLY as hard! Torn, you don't understand, it won't fucking stop bleeding! I think we need to call Keira-"
Torn growled at that, "We don't fucking need her!"
"Torn what if you need stitches?"
"I SAID NO!" Torn roared, turning his head as much as he could to glare at Jak. Seeing his worried Alpha shrink a bit made him feel a bit guilty, so he explained further, "It's not a good idea to have another Omega around me right now. With how often I've been frenzying, my stupid fucking hindbrain would see her as a threat. I may end up hurting her."
"Oh…" Jak sighed, "That's a good point. But we need to fix this now. You need eco and bandages."
"Just ask her to drop off some. I can patch myself up. Done it many times before in the field." Torn stated.
Jak was quiet for a moment, but Torn could guess what he was going to say before he even said it, "I'm so-"
"Stop saying you're sorry." Torn interrupted, "I'm not mad at you."
"But-"
"If what I did to you isn't a big deal, then neither is this. Stop bitching or I'll actually get mad."
Jak closed his mouth immediately and just emitted a small whine.
Again, the kid agonized over the smallest things…though to be fair, the bite felt very deep…
Torn groaned as he shifted his weight to try and get in a more comfortable position, "Fuck…why did you put me like this? Presenting positions are so fucking uncomfortable."
"Listen," Jak argued, "You chased me into the bathroom and nearly demolished the door while demanding access to my dick. This was the ONLY way to get you to STAY in one place. I did what I needed to do!"
…
"I really chased you into the bathroom?"
"YES!" Jak squawked, "It was terrifying! I wouldn't have resorted to THIS-" Jak pushed forward to remind Torn of the current thing Jak had to impale him with, "-otherwise!"
Torn gave an uncomfortable grunt, "Geez, I get it! Sorry. I don't know why the fuck I'm frenzying so much. It makes no sense."
Jak pulled the towel up to see if the bleeding had stopped, the gave a sigh of relief when he saw that it hadn't fully stopped…but it did slow down, "Well, I don't know if it helps, but Keira said it's possible to frenzy multiple times if an Omega is typically aggressive or dominant. Seeing that you're just a powerhouse of testosterone on a good day, it's no wonder you go feral when you get denied something. In this case, my dick."
"I don't know whether I should be flattered or insulted."
Jak gave a small laugh and grabbed another towel from the nest's ruined edge, replacing the blood-soaked one. After a minute, Jak decided that now was a good time to ask Torn something that had been on his mind since he first frenzied, "So, this never happened with Erol or Jinx? The frenzying, I mean."
Torn shook his head softly, "Nope…I got mean with Erol, but I've never hunted him down demanding to be knocked up. Didn't happen with Jinx either."
Jak blushed at the new information, "Oh…so…this is just something that happens with me then?"
"Looks like it…" Torn mused. He turned his face away before he said the next part, because he just knew he wouldn't be able to admit this without turning red, "Guess that's what happens when I'm sharing a heat with someone I really lo-…like."
…
And he fucked up…
He could practically feel the stupid grin the idiot blonde was making right now.
"Wait, did you just admit that you like me?!"
"Please don't make a big deal out of it-UNF!" Torn huffed out a groan when Jak suddenly wrapped his arms around his chest in a tight hug…the angle awkward due to their current position.
Torn couldn't be angry at his little Alpha when he started nuzzling his back, making happy little noises. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Alright, this was uncomfortable before…now it's actually getting painful. When the fuck is this thing gonna-"
A click sounded in response to Torn's question. And he gave an involuntary shudder as he felt the false knot deflate inside him. Jak seemed to realize it as well since he sat up and gently pulled the strap-on out of Torn's relaxed body.
Jak tried not to stare at Torn's slick, invitingly open backside as he sat back on his ass and instructed, "Don't sit up too quickly. You've been in that position for like an hour…just…lay on your side or something. Oh, and try to keep the towel on your neck."
"Yeah, got it." Torn groaned as he flopped on his side, slowly stretching his legs out until feeling came back to them, all the while keeping one hand pressing the towel against his nape. When he felt good enough to sit up, he immediately looked over at Jak…then down at his crotch, "Huh…that's…strangely real-looking."
Jak flushed as he squirmed slightly, "Yeah, pretty crazy huh? Welp, I'm gonna go…take care of something…alone…in the bathroom."
Torn smirked, "Oh? You can just say you need to rub one out. I've literally had your tongue and fingers up my ass several times tonight…not to mention my cock down your throat quite often…think we're past being modest."
Jak blushed at the statement, "Can you not say it like that?" He quickly undid the straps around his hips and groin, letting the tool drop before he scrambled to get to his feet. Upon feeling the cold, sticky cum drip down his thigh, Jak grimaced in disgust and waddled to the dresser.
Torn followed him with his eyes, "What are you looking for?"
Jak froze, mere inches away from a clean pair of boxers, "Just…nothing." He opened the drawer and rummaged around, finding another clean pair of Torn's boxer-briefs.
"Why are you stealing my underwear again? What's wrong with the pair you've got on?" Torn raised a brow, glancing down at Jak's rear. Not because he wanted to check him out…absolutely not…just to see if there was any damage to his pants.
Jak turned to face him, hiding the underwear behind his back, "I'm not! Um…I just…it's…"
That's when Torn noticed the rather LARGE wet spot on the front of the lounge pants. Honestly, he should've caught the scent first, but it's hard to pick out the scent of cum when you're not seeking it out.
Oh precursors…
An evil smirk bloomed on Torn's face as the urge to tease become unbearable, "Oh…does the horny little Alpha need to change his panties?"
Jak's face exploded in a deep blush as he sputtered, "Wh-WHAT?! That's not-"
"Not what happened?" Torn teased, "You got horned up from humping me like a rutting mongrel and came in your pants. Well, technically my pants."
Jak frowned, looking away shamefully, "S-sorry…"
"Why?" Torn raised a brow, "In all seriousness, I'm not gonna fault you for getting turned on."
"But…" Jak started, still too humiliated to look at Torn, "I'm just here to help you…it's not right that I'm getting off from this."
"Says who?" Torn huffed, crossing his arms dismissively, "Jak, you're keeping your promise. You've kept it in your pants, literally, this whole ordeal. Any other Alpha would've broke the first time I frenzied. Do you really think I'll get in an uproar about you cumming from trying to please me without using your prick?"
Jak finally looked at him, still incredibly embarrassed, "I…guess not?"
Torn dragged his eyes over Jak's more intimate parts again and purred, "If anything, I'm flattered. Not every day I get an Alpha to jizz himself from just pretending to fuck me."
Jak went impossibly redder at that statement, "Precursors, you're an ass."
"So is that just one load, or-"
"PLEASE STOP!" Jak dropped his face into his hands with a groan of humiliation.
"Fine, fine!" Torn laughed, deciding to cut Jak some slack, "Don't worry about it, we're good." Deciding to change the topic, Torn pulled the towel away from his bite mark then prodded the nape of his neck, He winced when even the slightest touch stung, "On another note, it feels like the bleeding stopped. Go change your pants. I'll call Keira and ask her to bring some bandages."
Still flushing redder than a tomato, Jak nodded slowly then mumbled quickly, "Ok…I'll be out soon." Clutching the underwear, he shuffled off to the bathroom, no longer feeling as awful as he was before.
Though he was still very uncomfortable from the slimy jizz still clinging to the inside of his borrowed underwear.
When Jak exited the bathroom, carrying his soiled underwear…er…Torn's soiled underwear, he felt immediate alarm when he saw Torn passed out in the nest. He dashed quickly to his mate's side and checked his pulse.
There was no way he bled out while Jak was changing right?!
He felt relieved when he felt Torn's pulse beating under his fingertips. Torn's current status of being alive was also backed up by the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Also, Jak probably should've heard his purring first…
It looked like the multiple frenzies finally caught up to Torn, sending him into a deep sleep…finally.
Jak smiled and suppressed a yawn of his own as he grabbed another clean towel from the nest wall. He padded back to the bathroom to wet it before returning to his sleeping mate and wiping up the mess between his legs.
There wasn't as much as he thought there would be, but then again, it was just slick and a little bit of cum. If Jak's fluids were added to the mix, Torn would probably look like the aftermath of a gangbang porno.
Alphas weren't exactly know for small cumloads.
Once he'd cleaned Torn up as best as he could, he checked the com to see if Torn managed to call Keira. He must've passed out the second Jak left, because there was no recent call made. Deciding to let his very generous friend sleep, instead of waking her up again, Jak rose to his feet and prepared to make a supply run while Torn slept.
He set a timer on the com for one hour, since that was probably the time they had before Torn's next heat wave.
If he was fast, he might be able to catch a 30 minute nap.
With one last glance-over of his sleeping mate, and a chaste kiss to his shoulder, Jak silently exited the room and swiftly began collecting supplies.
He stopped by the kitchen first, grabbing an empty basket on the counter and raiding the cabinets for energy bars, bottles of water, and other non-perishable food items for Torn to refuel himself with. Omegas and Alphas didn't usually eat big meals during their cycles, which was why energy bars and water proved important to stock up on.
After dropping the basket in front of Torn's door to free up his arms, he then ran to the medical wing and grabbed eco packets, peroxide, and bandages to patch Torn and himself up. He once again dropped the medical supplies in front of the door before making the longer run downstairs to the laundry room in the maids quarters.
When he reached the large room, he found a neatly folded basket filled to the brim with soft, fluffy towels and a few blankets. He decided that was the best he would be able to do and swiftly grabbed the basket before making his way up the stairs. When he reached the top of the stairs, the timer on his com beeped, causing him to freeze in panic.
Has it been an hour already?!
He rushed back to Torn's room as quick as he could without spilling the basket's contents. By the time he yanked open the door, he was hit with a burst of strong heat pheromones. Jak gave an exhausted groan before kicking the three baskets into the room, then shutting and locking the door.
Looks like he wouldn't be napping anytime soon.
Torn was already awake and growling in frustration as he curled up in a fetal position…arms wrapped around his middle.
Jak was at his side in a minute with the bandages, "Sorry, I'll get you knotted as soon as possible, but I need to clean and bandage your neck first. Sit up for me." It took Torn a moment to respond, but he soon sat up on his knees with a pained whine.
Jak gave him a kiss on the shoulder as a reward, "Good job." He opened a single-use green eco salve and gently rubbed it over the scabbed, yet still-oozing bite. He continued cooing praise softly to his mate as he unrolled the bandage, "That's good, babe. Lift your head up a bit, just like that…yeah." He put a soft cloth patch over the bite before wrapping the bandage around Torn's neck, securing it with medical glue.
When the wound was sufficiently patched, Jak tilted Torn's head to the side and gave him another kiss, this time on the lips, "So good for me. So strong…" When Jak pulled away, he was relieved to see that Torn's eyes were still blue, but his pupils were blown wide with lust.
The Omega's upper lip curled up as he bared his teeth. Though the aggression quickly melted into need as he growled, "Alpha…"
Jak gulped in mild anxiety before smiling in a non-threatening manner and slowly reaching for the strap-on, "I'm here…don't worry, honey." After quickly securing the straps around his hips and groin, Jak sat down on his rear and waiting to see how Torn wanted to proceed.
He didn't have to wonder for very long since Torn instantly crawled onto his lap and lined himself up with the warm tip of the fake cock. As he sank down slowly, he released a pleased growl, not letting up until he was situated completely in Jak's lap.
Jak shifted his hips a little to get comfortable before gripping Torn's hips, providing some leverage, "You still with me, babe?"
"Since when did we start using pet names?" Torn tsked, wiggling around a bit on the dildo and moaning when he hit a good spot.
Jak shrugged, "If you don't like it, I can stop."
Torn narrowed his eyes a bit, then rolled them and sighed, "I don't care what you do…just don't do it around people or I'll kick your ass."
Jak grinned widely and nuzzled Torn's bare chest as he moved his hands from his hips to his delightfully curved and slender waist, "Whatever you say…honey." Jak nearly snorted when the pet name brought a purr out of Torn despite the disgusted growl he emitted.
Deciding he'd teased his mate enough, Jak started gently thrusting his hips up against Torn. From his position he couldn't do much, but he didn't need to do it for long since Torn gripped his shoulders and bit into his earlobe with a growl. Jak yelped in mild pain before Torn hissed, "I'm doing the work this time…just sit still like a good little fucktoy."
That really shouldn't have been as arousing as it was, but Jak bit his lip to suppress a horny whimper as Torn began riding the strap-on in his lap. He could feel the groin plate grind down against his semi-chub every time Torn sat back down in his lap.
Torn had already shown that he didn't mind if Jak got off from what they did together, but he still had this heated wave of guilt and shame flood through him as his body reacted from the simulated sex. As Torn bounced up and down in his lap, piercing his body with a piece of plastic just to soothe the pain in his belly, Jak couldn't help but feel wave after wave of arousal from the satisfaction of knowing he was helping his mate.
He just let Torn do as he pleased, occasionally rubbing a hand across the small of his back or gripping his strong thighs to steady his ride. When Torn let out a pained mewl and pressed down hard against his hips, Jak took that as his cue to active the knotting function.
His instinct proved right when Torn let out a loud cry as he came hard against Jak's bare abdominals. He had to quickly wrap his arms around Torn before he fell backwards onto the ripped sheets. Pulling his lax Omega against him, Jak gently stroked Torn's still-hard cock as he continued dribbling cum. He draped Torn's body over his as he kept him upright in his lap.
"Hey," He nudged Torn gently, "Do you want to stay sitting up, or can I lay you down?"
Torn groaned in response, then let his arms fall slack.
"So, laying down?" Jak mused before he braced Torn against his body and sat up, bringing Torn up with him, "Stretch out your legs, you'll be more comfortable."
Torn obliged, shifting his legs to stretch out on other side of Jak's hips, effectively straddling him.
Relieved that Torn was still able to answer him…albeit nonverbally…Jak slowly lowered Torn onto his back, taking great care not to tug too hard on the knot still lodged inside him. Once he had his Omega reclining on the floor, Jak continued to sate Torn's most likely still cramping body by slowly stroking his leaking cock.
Torn's growls once more shifted into purrs as he bucked his hips up against Jak's hand.
Jak kept the handjob gentle, being mindful of accidently overstimulating Torn, as his other hand slowly, yet firmly, stroked and massaged over Torn's lower belly…directly where he felt his womb would be.
Now that his heat was back on track, Jak was surprised at how hot Torn's skin became. He felt critically feverish to the point where Jak felt like he could burn his hand, but he clearly wasn't sick. The heat was just one aspect though, what really surprised him was how soft Torn's skin was.
Especially the skin of his lower belly. It was like stroking a heated silk blanket covering a very chiseled statue. Jak felt like he could happily stay like this for as long as Torn needed him to, pleasing his heating mate by jerking his fat cock and rubbing his belly.
Torn lifted his hips up into Jak's touch as he sighed, "That feels nice."
"What does?" Jak hummed as he swiped his thumb across the head of Torn's tip while pressing down hard against his lower stomach.
Torn gave a groan in response that tapered into a whimper, "Mm…your hands…especially here." He laid his hand across Jak's as it continued putting pressure against his aching uterus, "It's helping the cramps, keep pressing." He pressed his own hand down against Jak's, his fingers laying in between Jak's.
Jak smiled and pressed down rhythmically along with Torn, applying warm pressure against the organs currently wreaking havoc on his body. Torn closed his eyes and sighed softly from the mild relief.
"Better?" Jak asked, smiling softly as he stroked his thumb across Torn's soft, burning skin.
Torn gave a moan in response and squeezed Jak's hand, "Fuck…yeah…how are you so good at this?" He slid his hand up Jak's wrist and purred a bit louder as Jak pushed the heel of his hand down and stroked upward along his lower abs.
"Dunno…" Jak shrugged as he leaned down to plant a kiss on Torn's stomach, "Alpha instinct? Don't know why but I really feel like rubbing your stomach…like, even before all this."
"Really?" Torn pondered, "Probably your latent breeding instincts. This is roughly where my womb is." He slid his hand back over Jak's and readjusted it a bit lower, just above the base of his cock. His purr interlaced with a growl as he teased, "This is where you'd plant your seed…if I decide to let you breed me for real."
Jak frowned and stilled both of his hands, "Torn, your eyes are getting lighter…calm down or you'll frenzy again."
"Fuck, really?!" Torn groaned in frustration, "Should've known when I starting thinking about your fucking dick."
"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself." Jak reassured, sliding his hand a bit higher up Torn's stomach to keep evenly applying pressure, "It's not your fault your body is actively working against you. At least you're starting to catch it now."
Torn sighed in annoyance and placed his hand back over Jak's, giving him an affectionate squeeze, "Thanks…but this is getting really annoying. I've NEVER talked this much about getting bred before."
Jak smiled teasingly, "Because you've never liked anyone else before?"
"Fuck me, why did I ever say that." Torn groaned
"Because it's the truth?" Jak purred as he stroked Torn's erection a bit firmer, causing the older man beneath him to grit his teeth and buck up against his hands, "Because you like me in the same way I love you, and you're embarrassed that you finally admitted it?"
Torn's eyes went wide and he could feel his face heating up. He mustered up the nastiest snarl he could and balked, "Will you stop being a nuisance and just focus on making me cum already?!"
Jak snickered as he resumed his handjob, "Fine, fine. I'll be good."
As Torn tried to occupy his mind with the feeling of a strong hand milking his cock and another rubbing his lower abdominals, he couldn't deny the one thing that hung around in his mind…
…Jak was absolutely right.
By the time the morning sun rose on the third day of Torn's heat, Jak was already seeing why people tended to just breed so the heat would end quicker.
It was barely morning, and Torn had already been fucked 5 separate times.
And his cramps had gotten so bad he nearly howled in pain at times. The embarrassment from being seen in such a vulnerable state had gone out the window by the third wave.
It tore Jak apart to see his mate in so much pain. It wasn't the same kind of pain like when he was sick…this was like watching someone be tortured by an invisible force, and he could do nothing but try and fuck away some of the agony as a distraction, then try and dull it with the pleasure of an orgasm.
They'd started to fall into an odd routine of fucking for a couple hours, passing out for an hour only to be woken up by Torn's pained cries so they could fuck again. In between rounds, Jak had managed to force Torn to eat an energy bar and down a bottle of water, which was a battle all on its own.
Turns out, being in horrific pain makes even the thought of eating nausea-inducing.
Jak had to nearly put Torn into a choke hold just to force half of the energy bar down his throat. Thankfully, Torn eagerly drank the water, so hydration was less of an issue.
The next break, they would need another bath…or more likely a shower.
Not only were they both sweating from exertion, but Torn's entire lower half was covered with his own slick and cum. Jak had cum in his pants once more as well, but he wasn't able to change due to constantly tending to his borderline helpless mate's needs.
Jak's muscles were protesting every movement, and he was certain Torn was having an even worse time. He was the one constantly in pain after all…not to mention his constant state of arousal. By this point, his body had started producing less and less semen, but his slick had gotten heavier.
The blankets below them were nearly soaked and smelled so strongly of slick that even Jak felt overwhelmed.
Jak was concerned that Torn was going to become severely dehydrated if he didn't start drinking more.
That being said, there was another issue at hand…
From his current position between Torn's legs, he already decided that the nest was too filthy to continue fucking in…especially after they take the much-needed shower. He'd have to strip the soiled sheets and replace them before Torn's new wave started.
He sighed and placed a hand on Torn's thigh, stroking along the outer muscles as they wrapped tightly around his middle. They'd been knotted for 10 minutes so far and had another 10 to go before the toy's timer ran out.
"Babe?" Jak started, his voice a bit hoarse.
Torn didn't even look at him, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried so hard to suppress the cry of pain Jak knew was coming.
"Torn…" He restated, "Babe, talk to me. Where are you right now? How bad is the pain?"
Torn let out a shaky breath before sobbing angrily, "I hate this…It's so fucking bad."
Jak's face scrunched up into one of pity, "I know…why don't you take a shower after we detach and I'll clean up the nest?"
Torn didn't respond at first, but eventually he gave a nod, "Ok…"
"Would you mind if I take the nest apart?" Jak asked, "I'll help you build it again later."
"Don't care…just…" Torn grunted out as his legs tightened, "Fuck…it hurts."
Jak leaned over, giving Torn's cheek a kiss before moving to his lips and slotting their mouths together. He gave his mate a deep kiss before pulling away and whispered, "Don't try to suppress anything because of me. No judgement, Torn. Scream, cry, or take your frustrations out on me…I can take it…just let it out."
This time, Torn didn't argue. He opened his watery eyes and let out a soft sob as he wrapped his arms around Jak's neck and nearly wailed Jak's name as he dug into his shoulder with his teeth.
From that point on, Torn didn't hesitate to sink teeth and nails into Jak, tearing at his skin when his cramps became unbearable. Jak took everything Torn gave him, and still kissed him gently as he purred heaps of praise into his ear.
By the time Jak was able to pull the dildo out, Torn had gone completely silent.
He was still conscious, but he had stopped responding to Jak verbally. And what's worse, he was staring off into space, as if in shock.
This…was the worst thing to happen…by far.
After pleading, screaming, and shaking his unresponsive mate, Jak called Keira again, fearing the worst.
It turns out this was just another strange thing that could happen to Omegas if they choose to spend their heat with a partner.
Torn had entered a state of complete dependence commonly known as "Dropping".
His Omega brain shut down his non-essential bodily functions, which included his ability to speak, move his body in meaningful ways, and care for himself.
In other words, it was like he was sleeping while still being able to see and physically react with subtle, weak movements.
Keira instructed him to carry on like usual until Torn was no longer "Dropping", tending to his body and providing him with orgasms to soothe him and eventually kick his body back into autonomy.
So, Jak spent the next hour fake-fucking Torn's semi-conscious body in the hope that he was providing some relief from the painful cramps that he was now unable to verbally complain about.
This time, Jak had no problem controlling his own "urges" …too concerned about Torn's state to find any sort of arousal from this.
When he was sure the heat wave ended, Jak had to help Torn to the bathroom, since the combination of his current state and his legs seizing from the cramps prevented him from walking on his own. He still had enough autonomy to somewhat stumble forward with support from Jak. When Jak settled Torn in the bath, he didn't feel comfortable enough to leave him, so he stayed at his side and scrubbed away the layers of slick and cum from his body.
Torn collapsed the second Jak tried to help him leave the bath and would've cracked his head open if Jak hadn't caught him. This led to Jak hoisting Torn's severely weakened body into his arms and carrying him back into the bedroom.
Jak didn't want to put Torn back in the filthy nest, so he laid his husband on the bed to rest while he changed out the ruined garments.
Torn eyes finally closed, and he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, which gave Jak enough time to work.
However, Jak was also severely lacking in sleep…so he was barely able to replace the top 2 sheets before he trudged back to the bed and promptly passed out beside Torn.
He was so out of it; he didn't even remove the strap-on.
Jak didn't wake up until that evening, and when he did, he felt very cold…and very wet.
When his brain finally got itself free from the sleep fog, he realized that he was completely soaked from the waist down.
His first mildly panicked thought was, Did I wet the bed?
But it didn't smell like urine…
… in fact, it was the undeniable smell of slick that permeated his clothes and the bedsheets. One look at Torn's unmoving body draped overtop of him told Jak where the lake of slick came from.
One quick flick of a finger over his mate's opening told Jak it was still coming out too…
There was so much of it Jak was scared it had already seeped through the thick blankets and was on the verge of staining the mattress if he didn't move Torn.
He sat up gingerly and gently shook Torn, "Torn, wake up. Your slick is coming out too fast, we need to clean up." The lack of response told him that Torn was still Dropping, so he decided to just do everything himself at this point. As he slid off the bed, he decided that the strap-on was not necessary right now. He undid the soaked straps with a grimace and chucked it to the floor.
Gathering Torn's dead weight into his arms, he carried his nude, slick-soaked mate to the bathroom to clean him up once again. That badly needed rest refilled his energy, but Jak felt the pangs of hunger start eating away at his resolve.
He would need to eat a real meal pretty soon…not just energy bars.
And the more he thought, the more he decided that Torn should eat something substantial as well. Instead of the tub, Jak decided to put Torn up in the shower. This way, Jak could order food from the kitchen and not have to worry about his mate potentially drowning in the tub.
He tried sitting Torn up against the wall, but he seemed very insistent on laying down, so Jak gave up and just let his mate curl up into a ball on the shower floor as he turned on the overhead spray. He waited for the water to get warm before leaving bathroom…keeping the door wide open so he could hear any changes.
He quickly called the maids and ordered a simple meal for himself as well as a special nutrient rich broth for Torn. Once that call was made, Jak returned to the bathroom, relieved that Torn hadn't managed to find a way to drown in the half-inch of water that gathered at the bottom of the shower stall.
Deciding that if he had to clean up Torn anyway, he might as well clean himself off, Jak stripped out of his slick and cum soaked lounge pants and boxers…the first time he was nude in front of Torn during this whole affair.
He entered under the spray and kneeled down on the warm tile. Torn was purring softly and looked like he wasn't in as much pain anymore, so Jak manhandled him up so he could sit in his lap. He pulled Torn's larger, heated body against his chest and just held him still for a moment as the water rained down on top of them.
As he felt Torn's purr vibrate against his chest, Jak reflected on the past couple days.
He came into this with a shocking lack of knowledge.
He liked to think that his sex-education was pretty great…but this proved that he was laughably unprepared for a real heat.
The third day had just ended, and Jak was already tapping out. The only reason he resolved to stay is because Torn didn't have the luxury of tapping out.
And that got him thinking…
Poor Torn…Jak couldn't even imagine what he'd been going through.
Not only was he in constant tremendous pain, but his body actively sabotaged him…forcing him to do and say things against his will. If he were with someone else…someone who didn't care about him…he would've been violated and disrespected the world over.
He didn't feel bad patting himself on the back for making it through several frenzies and a Drop without losing his head…too much.
Jak cuddled Torn a bit harder as he pressed his face against the top of Torn's head, burying his nose in the soft, drenched dreads. He rocked his mate's feverish body in his arms, his mood worsening with every second Torn was stuck in this awful state of paralysis.
No one should have to go through this…especially not every three months.
Torn stirred in his arms, and Jak immediately grabbed his chin, tilting Torn's head up so he could check his eyes. They were blue, so Jak heaved a sigh of relief, "Is it too much to hope that you'll talk to me?"
Torn blinked at him…then said, "You deserve a medal or something when this fucking thing ends."
Jak jolted up, eyes wide, "Torn!? You're back!"
Torn winced as he attempted to sit up, "Geez, I feel like I got run over by a yakow. I've never 'Dropped' before…it's gotta be the strangest experience I've ever had."
"What do you remember?"
Torn shrugged, "Pretty much everything. It was weird…like I was wide awake, but my body wouldn't listen to me."
Jak winced, "Sounds terrible."
"You'd think…but…" Torn admitted, "It was weirdly…calming. Like…I felt light…weightless. I was aware of everything happening, but I felt this all-encompassing feeling of safety and euphoria. I think it's because you were there."
Jak nodded slowly, "Weird…"
"I know right?" Torn gave a laugh, "But…I also didn't feel any cramps while I was under…so that's a plus…almost made going under like that worth it."
"Well don't make a habit out of it." Jak huffed, "It was like I was caring for an overgrown baby…or a really old dude."
Torn's brow furrowed sadly, "Sorry…you shouldn't have had to deal with that…with any of this."
"I…" Jak sighed, "I didn't mean it like that. Yeah, this whole experience has been terrifying and ridiculously hard…but I don't regret choosing to stay." He tightened his grip a bit, "I love you, Torn."
He felt Torn go stiff in his arms again, but when he looked down, he saw the older man's ears turn red. He had to bite back a chuckle for Torn's sake.
The man had been through enough already.
"We have two more days to go…" Torn conceded, "The good news is the cramping is gonna be way less now…"
"And the bad news?" Jak asked.
Torn gave a small groan, "My body is going to give one last ditch effort to get pregnant. Meaning I'm going to be insatiably horny…and very wet."
"Oh…that's…not so bad, honestly."
"No…I mean it…literal lakes." Torn stated insistingly, "Why do you think I nested on the floor? I am NOT about to wreck a perfectly good mattress when some towels on the floor work perfectly fine."
Jak froze…a sheepish expression blooming on his face, "Um…about that…"
Overall, the slick hadn't soaked through to the mattress.
Jak had thankfully soaked up the brunt of it…but it didn't stop Torn from feeling utterly humiliated by his natural body functions.
One good thing to come out of this, was Torn was now able to walk on his own…shakily albeit, but it was better than how he was before. Once he'd settled in his nest and started working on rebuilding the walls, a very flustered maid arrived with a cart of food for them. She'd been kind enough to bring a case of water bottles for them, which Jak appreciated.
It only occurred to Jak AFTER he closed the door why exactly the maid kept blushing and stammering.
He'd forgotten to re-dress.
One look over at Torn confirmed that there were absolutely no complaints from him.
He might as well have had "eat me" written on his chest.
Jak smirked, unable to resist the urge to tease, "See something you like?"
Torn glared, despite also taking on a deep blush, and tsked, "Hardly. Put your dick away before you trigger another fucking frenzy…dipshit."
Even though Jak covered his bits with his hands, he couldn't help but get out one teasing jab as he sauntered towards the dresser, "Fine, but if you want some eye-candy later, feel free to ask."
"Since when did you get so cocky?" Torn huffed.
Jak shrugged as he stole yet another pair of Torn's underwear and slid them on, "After everything we've done so far, you're gonna complain about a little flirting?"
Torn raised a brow and retorted, "I would hardly consider flashing your cock at me 'flirting'. More like provoking."
He turned and sauntered towards Torn's rebuilt nest, purring, "Are you saying I'm not allowed to tease my gorgeous husband?"
"Not when I'm constantly on the verge of flooding this whole room."
"Oh, speaking of…" Jak suddenly shifted the conversation as he sat down on the outside of the nest's perimeter, "How're your slick levels?"
Torn gave a humiliated grimace and reluctantly huffed, "Increasing…"
Jak glanced down and was surprised to already see a small dark puddle forming on the sheets below Torn's rear, "I…see." He sighed and stretched his arms up, popping the joints in his shoulders, "I'll go get the strap-on." He stopped when Torn reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Wait…" Torn blurted out, turning away when Jak looked at him quizzically, "Can…can you just use your hands again…at least for the beginning?"
"Uh…sure?" Jak shifted a bit closer, entering the nest and sitting back on his knees, "Any reason why?"
Torn rolled his eyes, "I thought you should give your hips a break. You'll probably end up throwing out your back, you virgin."
Jak's face went red as he protested, "Hey! I've been doing a GREAT job despite being a virgin thank you!"
"You had a few lucky bursts, but your rhythm could use some work." Torn teased.
"Oh, fuck off!" Jak complained, "I had you writhing, and you know it!"
"Kinda easy to do that when my body's sensitivity is tripled." Torn added, "If I wasn't heating, you wouldn't have been able to keep me hard with those simple moves."
Jak growled low in his throat before lunging forward and shoving Torn down against the blankets. He leaned down until their faces were centimeters away and taunted, "You wanna test that claim, old man?"
Torn smirked, narrowing his eyes, "Bring it, punk…lets see if you know where the prostate is."
Jak growled loudly in his face before leaning down and roughly slamming his lips against Torn's. He could feel the kids fingers rake down his sides until they reached his hips.
The young Alpha was so easy to provoke…
…and this way, Torn wouldn't have to explain the real reason why he preferred Jak's hands to the advanced strap-on.
Torn would take the fact that the kid's hands felt better than anything else to his grave.
The fourth day played out exactly as Torn said it would.
He continuously leaked slick like a broken tap, and they had to change out the completely soaked towels and blankets four separate times the entire day.
Torn was eating a little more now and drinking a lot of water, which Jak felt only increased the amount of slick he produced. The cramps were lighter, but still there, providing less of a painful experience and more of an incredible annoyance.
Jak did his job as well as he could, jerking Torn's cock off as often as his could and fingering his hole when requested. He'd proven several times to Torn that he did in fact know where the prostate was located, which usually ended in a slick explosion that sent Jak calling the maids for more towels more than once.
Strangely enough, Torn didn't need the strap-on anymore. Jak's fingers and occasionally his mouth seemed to be more than enough to sate him this late into the heat cycle.
On the morning of the last day, Jak started feeling the after-effects of non-stop fucking.
His hands and fingers were cramping, his jaw ached from sucking off and eating out his mate several times, and his back and hips were screaming in pain.
Torn was far worse off.
He relayed to Jak that he was unable to feel anything from the waist down. His cock still remained erect, but Torn could no longer feel it, and the same went for his ass. His slick was starting to recede as well, going from an endless waterfall to a light drizzle.
All in all, they were both glad to finally be done with the whole affair.
Jak wanted to force Torn into the shower, but the stubborn Omega stated that he wanted to make sure the heat was done…as sometimes he would get an unexpected burst of slick on the 5th day. Jak decided not to push the issue and showered alone, removing several layers of dried slick and sweat from his body.
It was only afterwards that he finally looked at himself in the mirror.
His eyes went wide as he finally got his first real look at the state of his body.
It looked like he'd been mauled by a metal head. Prominent scabbed-over bites littered his chest, stomach, and shoulders. Deep-cut scratches decorated his arms, hips, and from what he could see…the entirety of his back. And all of his adornments were complimented by several bruises of different shades and colors.
No wonder Keira reacted so strongly…he looked chewed up and spit out…literally.
Leaving the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he assessed Torn's state.
He was significantly less damaged, save for the very deep bite on his nape…which Jak noticed had bled through the bandage and needed to be changed.
Leaning over Torn when he reached him, Jak gently prodded the area outside of the bandage…the skin taking on a deep red and purple hue that told him there was heavy bruising.
"Hey, I think we should change the bandage and clean this wound." Jak mumbled as he moved to grab the med bag. When he returned, he caught Torn glancing over his body at the spattering of bites and scratches he'd given.
He smiled warmly, "Admiring my medals?" He puffed out his chest slightly.
Torn gave another eye-roll, "Looks like it was quite the battle."
"Yeah…you should see the other guy." He teased…though after removing the soiled bandage, Jak felt a wash of guilt come over him, "Damn it…it's worse than before."
The bite was still oozing, and the scabs couldn't form correctly due to how deep it was. The skin around the bite was an ugly dark purple and blue with some patches of red. Out of all their wounds, this one definitely took the cake.
Jak shook his head, "I'm gonna clean it now, sorry if it stings." He poured out the peroxide on a cloth and dabbed away the blood. Torn tensed up and hissed through his teeth, but overall said nothing.
Once the wound was cleaned, Jak spread some green eco salve across it and rebandaged it, "There, feel better?"
Torn rolled his shoulders and sighed, "Better than I was at least." He turned and grabbed the salve, "Lemme do you too."
Jak held up his hands as a light blush spread, "Th-that's not necessary! Really, these aren't that-"
"JUST-" Torn's growl was loud, but he quickly calmed himself and said, "Look, I feel really shitty about what I did. Please just let me help you."
After a moment, Jak slowly nodded and sat back with his legs crossed, "Ok…sure."
With his permission, Torn took his time cleaning and spreading the healing salve across Jak's injuries. A few of the bites were pretty deep and actually did require some bandaging. By the time Torn finished, Jak had his chest, shoulders, and biceps wrapped up like a mummy.
"Er…" Jak started, "Isn't this a little excessive?"
"Nope. You should've at least cleaned the bites dumbass." Torn bit back, "One of them looked close to infection."
Jak gave a snort and retorted, "Oh sure! Next time I'll make sure to bandage myself in between your frenzies."
"Don't be a smartass."
"I can't be both a dumbass and a smartass, babe."
"I'm very close to smacking you right now, pup."
"Worth it…so long as you kiss it better-OW!" Jak yelped as Torn whacked his shoulder, accidently hitting one of the deeper bites.
Torn immediately grimaced, "Shit sorry…" He ran a hand over the bandaged wound, "Didn't mean to hit that hard. You ok?"
It was obvious Torn still felt very bad about hurting Jak during his multiple frenzies, and as much as Jak wanted to reassure him that he was fine…there was the mischievous part of him that wondered what he could get out of this.
"If you're really sorry, I really could use a kiss." He dramatically closed his eyes and pursed his lips towards Torn cheekily, expecting yet another smack.
He was delighted when he instead felt lips press against his own quickly before he heard quiet grumbling.
When he opened his eyes, he tried not to laugh at Torn's red, irritated face.
It was unbelievable how cute the older, gruff Omega could be in private.
"Thanks!" Jak purred as he reached out to give Torn's leg an affectionate pat, "That more than makes up for it."
Torn glanced at him…staring for a while before saying, "No…it doesn't even come close." He gave another sigh, "You did so much for me…suffered so much bullshit that you really could've ignored-"
"Uh, no actually…" Jak interjected, "If I didn't help, you would've died."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to go this far for me." Torn reminded, "All I needed to stay alive was scenting. You didn't have to…indulge me."
Jak frowned, "You were in pain, and I had the ability to make you feel even a little better. It's not some noble act of heroism. You're my mate…I'm your Alpha…you said it'll be an honor for you to help me with my first rutt, and I'm telling you it was an honor to be allowed to help you." He leaned forward and planted another soft kiss on Torn's lips, "I love you."
And once more, Torn felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. He shook his head, however, "Still, I wanna do something for you. To thank you. Is there anything you would want?"
Jak beamed, "Anything?"
"Anything…" Torn affirmed.
Jak thought for a moment before he figured out what he wanted, "When you've recovered from your heat, let me take you out…you know, on a date?"
Torn was stunned.
He blinked slowly at Jak before asking, "You…want to take me…on a date."
"Why is that weird?"
"It's not…I just," Torn collected his thoughts before finishing, "I didn't expect that."
Jak shrugged, "I mean…I know it's a little ass-backwards, seeing that we already got married, mated, and now we've messed around a bit. Kinda weird to try and start properly dating like a courting couple…but…" He couldn't help but blush a bit from nervousness, "I wanna try and start doing 'couple' things. Now that we've kinda cleared up the air about liking each other."
Torn raised a brow, taking the kid's request into consideration.
Honestly, Torn was expecting something a bit less…chaste. Though, somehow, the idea of a date was far more intimidating to him than a sexual favor.
Still, the kid asked so earnestly, Torn couldn't find it within him to turn him down.
"Alright. How does next Saturday sound?"