Page 89 of Heat Clinic

My belly isall fluttery nerves, and it’s not because of the prep—it’s for what comes next. I pull the plug from my ass and drop it in the sink, shuddering as the sensation travels straight to my cock. The final one in the lineup is huge. It’s over two inches wide at the flare. I haven’t been able to take it yet, but now there’s no choice. Marcus is finally going to fuck me tonight, and I need to be ready because he might be even bigger than this toy.

I flip the cap off the lube and pour a generous amount onto the blunted steel toy, slicking it well. I lift my leg up and perch it on the bathroom counter and reach back, pressing it to my hole and relaxing as I push. The stretch is intense, and I take deep breaths, doing my best to stay relaxed because tensing up undoes all my careful work today.

It takes an extra squirt of lube and three more attempts to get it in past the flared head, and then my hole tightens around it, snugging it up between my cheeks as my body locks onto it.

A little pre-cum drips onto the edge of the sink as I play with the plug a bit, making sure it’s seated properly, and the stretch turns into pleasure.

Hands off now.I’ve been ordered not to touch myself anymore than is necessary. I wash the smaller plug and my hands and go out to my bedroom, where Tom’s waiting for me to finish.

“All done?” he asks, his legs crossed as he lounges in my armchair and flips the pages of his photography magazine. All he’s wearing is a black and green-edged leather collar with a big silver D-ring in the front. He appears unfazed by his nudity, and even naked, he has a refined air about him. Maybe it’s the accent. Or the hair.God, he has gorgeous hair.

“Done. I got it in.”

Tom grins and uncrosses his legs. “Good boy.”

Warmth curls in my belly at the praise, and I’m glad he’s here. I’d be a nervous wreck without him guiding me through this.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

When I nod, he stands and crosses the room, his chest pressing to mine as he reaches around me and a hand slides between my cheeks to press on the flared steel base of the plug. He tugs on it, plays with it, and it’s so deep inside of me I swear I can feel my belly bulge with every press and pull of it. My cock twitches against his hip, and I moan as my head rubs against him.

“You’re not ready, silly puppy. You need your ring.”

He steps away and pulls my cock ring from the porcelain bowl I’ve been keeping it in. His grip on my cock is unyielding as he works it over my head and down my half-swollen shaft. He fists me, tugging and working me until I’m breathing hard and pumping into his hand. “Now you’re ready.” He lets go of my cock and slaps me on the ass, the plug shifting and tugging at my hole.

I rock with it and gasp, a drop of pre-cum dripping onto the floor as my hard cock weeps and my ass aches. “Fuck,” I grunt, wanting to take myself in my fist and pump until I find release, but knowing that I can’t. It’s forbidden. Tonight, the only way I’m allowed to come is with my alpha’s cock deep in my ass and his seed in my belly.

Tom sets a teasing finger to my leaking tip and rubs, spreading the moisture and dragging his nail on the sensitive underside until I’m shivering from the force it takes to hold still. To not rock against him. To not seek friction or the release I so desperately want.

“What a good boy you’re being. I’ll stop teasing you.”

He doesn’t. It’s a lie. He plays with my sack instead, rolling my balls in his palm.

A knock jars the door.

“Come!” Tom says over his shoulder. He winks at me. “Not you.”

Emily opens the door and stands there, and I groan at the sight of her, my cock bobbing against Tom. She’s wearing a leather collar, but hers is baby pink and white. The D-ring at the center of her throat is gold. Her hair flows free and brushes the tops of her breasts, and she has a gold chain connecting them together with little pink hearts dangling from the wire ring that tightens around her erect nipples. Peeking out from the hair that covers her sex, there’s a flash of metal down there too as she fidgets in the doorway.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

Fuck yes. Yes, I am.But speech is beyond me right now as she floats across the room like a naughty cupid and goes up on her tiptoes to kiss me. Tom stops teasing me, and she grabs his arm, hooking him to her side.

“We’ll be waiting for you,” she says. “Come out when you’re ready.”

I wait until they disappear into the nest and count to a hundred. There’s a formality to this I wasn’t expecting, and it makes me glad we practiced it this afternoon after Marcus came home.

It’s time.

I walk out, and my heart trips against my ribs when I see them, lined up and waiting. Emily smiles reassuringly at me while Tom takes the lens cap off his camera. But it’s Marcus I can’t stop staring at. He stands there, nude and confident, in front of the nest’s opening. In his hand, he’s holding a black and red-edged leather collar with a black D-ring, and as I step before him and wait, he holds it before me.

“Samuel, I come to you as an alpha seeking pack. Will you submit?”

I sink to the ground and put my hands on my knees. “I do.” The camera shutter snaps as I stare up at him. My alpha.

Marcus unbuckles the collar. “A beta’s role is to accept an alpha’s command. To guard the nest, and protect the omega and the young when the alpha is not present. To deliver discipline and maintain order. Will you pledge this service to your pack?”

“I do.” He wraps the collar around my throat, and I lean my head down to give him the back of my neck as he buckles it into place. Wetness gathers in my eyes when it latches. It’s snug. A physical reminder of his claim.

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