E3

He felt Kyng's hand quickly coat his come over his still-burning hole before plunging in two fingers. The prep was mediocre at best, but Colt didn't even have the energy to beg as he felt Kyng's thick cock sink into him, stretching him cruelly until he finally bottomed out. There wasn't much of a reprieve before Kyng was fucking him, heavy grunting thrusts that had Colt whining pathetically into the porcelain sink, taking everything the older man had as he was used like a fuck-doll. Colt didn't even have the time to panic when Kyng wound a muscular arm around his throat as leverage and fucked him deep. Lifting him off the ground, barely on his tippy toes and gasping for air, he took Colt's oxygen-starved brain a while to realize that the move was calculated and that his air was only cut off every third thrust. He timed his breaths, gasping in what he could before the arm tightened, counting every time Kyng's cock was shoved inside of him, forced into his tight hole until he was stretched beyond repair. That's what it felt like. It felt as if he would be gaping forever after Kyng was done, forced to memorize the shape of his cock. Kyng fucked him harder, his panting grunts hinting that he would soon be done-- and Colt almost died right there, realizing that he could tell now, realizing that Kyng had taken him so many times that Colt was all too familiar with his coming climax. Kyng grunted into him two more times before he finally shoved himself forward, impaling Colt on his length and groaning out his pleasure, burying his head in the curve of Colt's neck and breathing him in.

"You're mine, and no one will ever have you."

Colt waved goodbye to his co-worker and walked outside the cafe, wincing. Kyng would be here soon to pick him up, and thankfully, he was never late. Colt cringed a little at that thought, ensuring to remind himself of why exactly he was thankful about that-- which was because Kyng had made sure to plug him back up after he had fucked him over that sink, then took him to lunch as if nothing was amiss The only sign that Kyng was well aware of Colt's situation, was the brief quirk of a smile that twitched at his lips every time Colt squirmed in his seat. Colt didn't have much of an appetite after all of that, but one warning look from Kyng and Colt was quickly nibbling at his sandwich and sipping at his coffee. If that wasn't bad enough, Kyng had a habit of feeding Colt bites of his food, a strange hunger in his eyes every time he pressed his fingers to Colt's lips and prompted him to swallow whatever he was given. Sometimes, in the privacy of their own home, Kyng wouldn't even serve him dinner-- instead, he would pile it all up on his plate and make Colt kneel beside him, smiling down at him as he hand-fed him every humiliating morsel. It was like the longer Colt stayed with him... the more of himself he had to lose.

"How was work, baby?" Kyng's voice broke Colt from his thoughts, and he flushed at the name.

"It was fine... and you?" Colt asked, a strange and bitter shyness overtaking him. Kyng smiled warmly and kissed his forehead before tucking him into his side.

It made Colt's skin crawl.

"It's the Same old story, I'm afraid. There always seems to be some dirty rat looking to cross me, and then I have to be the one to smear their guts into the pavement." Colt shivered at that, and Kyng pulled him closer, somehow mistaking the action for him being cold. They walked on; Kyng paced idle as they peered into the other shops closing down for the day.

"What would you like for dinner, sweetheart?" Kyng asked, leaning down to press another kiss to his forehead. Colt forced himself not to flinch away.

"A-Anything." Kyng smiled almost adoringly down at him, his grip becoming tighter as if he could somehow read what Colt was thinking.

"Let's go home; I'll cook you something nice. " Kyng smiled devilishly, and Colt whimpered.

Every day of that week, Kyng made sure Colt was plugged with his seed, only for the reason that it was mating time. King took advantage of the idea that Colt's father needed money and that his son was an omega and a virgin, that it was perfect for him. Being that Kyng is nearly fourteen years older than Colt, his father was reluctant, and that changed when Kyng showed him the bank account and the amount of money owed to him. 

"I'll give you the budget pass if you agree to let me marry your omega son." 

"What are you crazy about, my only son…"

"An omega son, breeding age, and virile," Colt's father's head snapped to Kyng with a glare.

"Are you saying you will rape my son to get a child because he will never allow you to touch him? If anything, he's straight." Kyng smiled and licked his lips.

"Well, that will change. You have three days to decide. If you want to keep living a life of luxury, I suggest you give him over." Kyng whistled while walking into the house. 

One week later, Colt meets Kyng for the first time. Kyng was blown away by the pure babyface man standing before him. Colt had just turned seventeen and was a natural submissive; that's what really drew Kyng to him. Rico and others took his bags and led him into the assigned room. Colt was told to stay on the bed until Kyng came home; it was a test to see if Colt would disobey. He remained in bed until he got hungry and then went to eat. Kyng watched him through the whole day and smiled at the ideas rolling in his head. Kyng would be Colt's daddy, whether he liked it or not.