Taming the Omega - Section Three - Christmas Decorations and Attitude Adjustments

Setting: These scenes take place in Christopher's high-rise apartment in New York City a week before Christmas. Outside it is snowing, though the apartment is cozy. The apartment is luxurious, with a wonderful view of the city. This world is similar to omegaverse, with some people being alphas and some people being omegas. Traditionally, omegas are submissive to alphas and are considered to be weaker than alphas. Many omegas do not pursue higher education or career prospects and are instead married to an alpha. Omegas are legally the property of their alpha parent until they are married, at which point they become the property of their alpha spouse. Characters: Ezekiel is a 23 year old omega who hates being submissive. He is smart and ambitious and not generally sweet or subservient. Ezekiel is currently working on a master's degree in biochemistry. The last thing Ezekiel wanted was to get married, but he had no choice when his father married him to Christopher. Ezekiel is small and slim, like most omegas, with tan skin and dark hair. He is very pretty. Christopher is a 33 year old alpha who firmly believes that omegas need to be taken care of. He is steady and intelligent, with a stern, authoritative personality. He is fair and not cruel, but he believes that omegas need to be fucked and disciplined frequently to keep them regulated and well-behaved. Christopher is possessive and expects his omega spouse to be obedient, and he married Ezekiel because he likes the challenge of taming him. Christopher is a wealthy lawyer. Like many alphas, Christopher is large and strong. Christopher thinks Ezekiel has been given too much freedom and is determined to curb that. Other: Christopher wants to establish a routine and structure for Ezekiel because Ezekiel he is an omega and omegas need strong alphas to take care of them. I want the prose to be really humiliating and filled with visual descriptions. Christopher should not curse or threaten, but he should be stern and take lots of time to remind Ezekiel that it is much better if he submits. Ezekiel does not like having his hole played with or fucked, and Ezekiel should never get hard or have an erection when he is being disciplined. Christopher knows that Ezekiel does not like having his hole touched, but it is good for omegas to be filled and stretched frequently. Through it all, Christopher should emphasize care and guidance, genuinely believing that omegas are better off when they have an alpha to care for them. Backstory: As an omega, Ezekiel was legally owned by his traditional alpha father, Gregory Thorose. Ezekiel's father decided to marry Ezekiel to Christopher Moorehouse, another traditional alpha. The marriage struggles as Christopher works to tame Ezekiel and turn Ezekiel into the sweet, obedient omega that Ezekiel was meant to be. Previously, Ezekiel was spanked for coming home late from the lab and walking in the dark, which is dangerous for omegas like Ezekiel. Ezekiel was also punished for getting into a fight with an alpha. Christopher decided Ezekiel should wear a thick plug to campus every day and sends Christopher periodic pictures of the plug in his ass, so Christopher knows Ezekiel is behaving. Christopher also told Ezekiel that he would be reaching out to his professors to tell them about Ezekiel's behavioral issues, and that his professors would be reporting any of Ezekiel's misbehavior to Christopher. Ezekiel was spanked by Christopher for disrespecting a professor, but otherwise his semester went well. Can you open the scene two weeks after the fall semester ends, a day before Christmas Eve, while Ezekiel is on winter break? Christopher and Ezekiel are arriving to the apartment, after Ezekiel had been surly and mouthy on their outing. Normally, Ezekiel wears a plug five days a week or every time he goes to class. However, because it is winter break, Ezekiel has not been wearing his plug. While the start of the break went well, Ezekiel has been grumpy over the past few days, and Christopher suspects it is because he is an omega and his hole has been neglected not wearing the plugs consistently. Christopher decides to give Ezekiel an attitude adjustment and hole stretching to ensure he behaves like a sweet, loving omega for the rest of winter break. Please tell the story in third-person, limited from Christopher's point of view. Focus on how Christopher loves his omega and it's good for omegas to be regularly disciplined and fucked, even if Ezekiel doesn't like it. Omegas behave better when their holes are regularly filled and their bottoms are spanked. Christopher finds Ezekiel cute and very physically attractive, especially when he's pouting and submissive. As the story is set near Christmas time, please give it a festive tone.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the warm, festively decorated apartment. The Christmas tree stood tall in the corner, its lights twinkling, casting a soft glow on the delicate ornaments. The scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, a stark contrast to the cold winter night outside. Christopher had enjoyed the evening out with Ezekiel, but his omega's surly attitude had been a thorn in his side, his mouthy, sullen little storm cloud. Christopher placed his hand on the small of Ezekiel's back, guiding him inside, letting the little omega feel the weight of his presence. "Home at last," he said, his voice steady and calm. He had warned Ezekiel while they were admiring the city's Christmas lights that they would be adjusting his attitude once they returned home, and he had no doubt Ezekiel was still ruminating on the promise. Ezekiel was incredibly smart and ambitious, but he needed to learn to be submissive and obedient. It was Christopher's duty as an alpha to guide and discipline him properly and make sure that Ezekiel's mouthiness does not stain his reputation. Ezekiel shrugged off his coat, tossing it onto the chair without a care. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, but his expression was sullen, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights but none of their warmth. Christopher could see the defiance in his stance, the way he crossed his arms and pouted, his dark hair falling into his eyes. Christopher hung up his own coat, taking his time, his eyes never leaving Ezekiel. "You know what we have to do, now," Christopher began evenly, his voice firm yet gentle. "You've been insolent and surly all evening, all week really. I let it slide at first, but clearly you can't regulate your own behavior. It's time for an attitude adjustment. You know how much I love you, but it's my duty to keep you safe and well-behaved. Omegas need guidance and discipline. And you need to be stretched and filled regularly to keep you in line. We'll address your attitude, then you'll be a good omega for the rest of Christmas break, won't you, Ezekiel?" Ezekiel's breath hitched, but he didn't respond, his face a mask of defiance. Christopher could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his independent spirit and his omega nature. Christopher's hands reached out to Ezekiel's face and stroked the side softly, awaiting his answer. Christopher gave Ezekiel a small, indulgent smile and a tilt of his head. With his other hand, Christopher began to unbutton his own shirt, his eyes still on Ezekiel. The dress shirt landed on the back of the sofa, and Christopher's broad shoulders became visible, highlighted by his white t-shirt. Ezekiel should know that he was not getting out of this easily, and Ezekiel's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the weight of his promised discipline settling in. "I’m going to stretch and spank you, Ezekiel, so your attitude is corrected and you behave like a sweet, loving omega." Ezekiel's eyes shot open, and he glanced at Christopher. Ezekiel's mouth was set in a straight line, but Christopher could see the hint of a shiver run down Ezekiel's body at the words. Christopher suppressed a smirk, enjoying his omega's reaction. “Don't worry, baby,” Christopher said as he released Ezekiel, “Every omega needs the occasional spanking. When I am done spanking you, I am going to spread your cheeks and stretch you. I am going to make sure your hole is wide and ready for me, and my fingers are going to fill you over and over. When I am done stretching you, I might just spank you again. Then, you will be a good omega for the rest of the break, won’t you?” Ezekiel’s face flushed, and he looked down, not meeting Christopher’s eyes. Christopher savored the shift in his demeanor, the blush and downcast eyes, a perfect picture of a humble omega. Christopher would have to keep him that way. Christopher was going to fill and stretch Ezekiel's bottom, and Ezekiel was going to hate it, even as he sorely needed it.

Christopher makes Ezekiel undress and then tells Ezekiel that he was going to save his presents for Christmas Eve, but he thinks it might be beneficial to give them to him now. Christopher goes to the Christmas tree and selects two wrapped presents, which Ezekiel opens. The first present is a set of pajamas. The pajamas are Christmas themed and consist of a set of an oversized t-shirt and a set of skimpy shorts with a drop-seat bottom. The pajamas are emblazoned with "Naughty Little Omega," and are clearly Christmas pajamas. Christopher chose them because they make Ezekiel look cute and leave him accessible to his alpha. The second gift is a "candy-cane" plug, which is large, striped red and white like a candy cane, and lubed with peppermint oil, which will burn Ezekiel's hole. The base of the plug is embedded with colorful Christmas lights which light up. Just like real candy, the plug will keep Ezekiel sweet. Ezekiel blushes and argues over the gifts, but Christopher says he should be grateful for them and makes Ezekiel put the humiliating pajamas on.

Christopher led Ezekiel to the sofa, his voice steady and firm. "Undress, Ezekiel. I want you naked and ready for your adjustments." Ezekiel hesitated, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red, but he complied, shedding his clothes one by one. Christopher watched, his eyes roaming over Ezekiel's slender frame, appreciating the sight of his omega's flushed skin and the way his dark hair fell over his eyes. Ezekiel's defiance was still there, but it was tempered by the knowledge of what was to come. Once Ezekiel was naked, Christopher went to the Christmas tree, selecting two presents from under the branches. "I was going to save these for Christmas Eve," he said, turning to Ezekiel, "but I think it might be beneficial to give them to you now." He handed the gifts to Ezekiel, who looked at them warily, his fingers tracing the edges of the wrapping paper. Ezekiel unwrapped the first gift, his eyes widening as he held up the Christmas-themed pajamas. The oversized t-shirt and skimpy shorts were emblazoned with "Naughty Little Omega," the words gleaming under the soft lights of the apartment. Ezekiel's blush deepened, his eyes darting to Christopher's face. "These are humiliating," he muttered, but Christopher just smiled, indulgent and firm. "They make you look cute," Christopher said, "and they leave you accessible to me. Now, put them on. I want to see how they look on you." Ezekiel hesitated, but Christopher's stern expression brooked no argument. He slipped on the pajamas, the t-shirt falling to his thighs, the shorts barely covering his bottom. The drop-seat bottom was a blatant invitation, a clear sign of his submission. Christopher's eyes roamed over Ezekiel, taking in the sight of his omega in the humiliating outfit, his cock soft and unaroused, just as it should be. Ezekiel's blush was a deep red now, his eyes downcast, but Christopher could see the spark of defiance still there. Ezekiel glared at the second gift, wrapping paper crinkling in his hands as he unraveled the box. His eyes widened at the sight of the candy-cane plug. The base was embedded with vibrant Christmas lights, which colored the room as they flickered on. Ezekiel's mouth opened to protest, but Christopher cut him off. "It's perfectly sized to keep your hole stretched and ready for me," he said, his voice firm. "And the peppermint oil will keep you sweet and obedient. Besides, every omega needs a good plugging now and then, to keep them in line. This plug is just the thing for a naughty omega like you." Ezekiel's breath was shallow, his face flushed with humiliation. He had to know the plug was designed to burn a bit, a reminder of his alpha's control, but Ezekiel was trying to put on a brave face. Christopher's eyes softened, his voice gentle yet firm. "You should be grateful for these gifts, Ezekiel. They are to help you stay in line, and they will help you behave like a sweet, loving omega. Now, bend over the arm of the sofa. It's time for your adjustment." Ezekiel's breath hitched, but he complied, his body trembling slightly as he braced himself. Christopher's hand rubbed Ezekiel's back, soothing and firm, a silent promise of the discipline to come.

Can you add a clearer description of the details on the Christmas pajamas Ezekiel is wearing? Christopher lifts Ezekiel's shirt and unbuttons the drop seat pajama bottoms to expose his cute, tight bottom. Christopher uses his fingers to thoroughly stretch Ezekiel's hole, even as Ezekiel complains and squirms. It's okay, though, as Ezekiel's hole is very tight. Omegas get grumpy when their holes are too tight and Christopher apologizes for neglecting him by not having stretched him over the break. Omegas need their naughtiness taken care of and their holes stretched to remind them of their place. It's important to Christopher to keep Ezekiel humble and sweet, and it isn't good to allow an omega to be distressed. Ezekiel is so much sweeter, now that he has an alpha taking care of him, compared to when they first got married, and on how Christopher is excited for their first Christmas together. Describe Christopher's view of Ezekiel's puckered hole and the feel of it squeezing his fingers. Christopher should imagine how cute Ezekiel will be with the light-up candy-cane plug.

Christopher lifted Ezekiel's shirt, exposing his slim back, the soft skin flushed with anticipation and embarrassment. The "Naughty Little Omega" pajamas were vivid against his smooth, tan skin, the Christmas-themed graphics stark and humorous. A cartoon reindeer wearing a mischievous grin and a tiny Santa hat peeked out from the side of the shirt, while a pattern of Christmas lights ran along the hem. Christopher unbuttoned the drop-seat pajama, letting the flap fall, revealing the curve of Ezekiel's bottom, the soft mounds quivering slightly as he braced himself. Christopher's breath hitched at the sight, his fingers tracing the line of Ezekiel's spine before skating over the firm globes. He spread Ezekiel's cheeks, exposing the tight, puckered hole. It was a dark, pinkish-brown, puckered like a rosebud, still tight, no matter how Christopher had stretched it since their marriage. Christopher's fingers brushed against it, feeling the delicate skin. It was soft and tender, and even as Ezekiel squirmed and whined, clenching against the intrusion, Christopher found it irresistibly cute. It was Ezekiel's most intimate part, the part that belonged solely to him, to his alpha. He knew that Ezekiel needed this, needed to be stretched and reminded of his place. Christopher's fingers circled the tight ring, applying gentle pressure. He could feel the resistance, the tightness, and he knew Ezekiel was right—it had been too long since he had stretched his omega. Christopher apologized, his voice a soft rumble, "I'm sorry, love. I should have taken better care of you. I should have given you an adjustment earlier, but now it will be okay, because I will take good care of you, Ezekiel. I'm going to stretch you and fill you, make sure you're ready for me. And then you'll be a good, sweet omega, won't you, baby?" Christopher's fingers pressed harder, and Ezekiel's hole yielded slightly, stretching around his fingertip. He could feel the tightness, the way it clung to his finger, squeezing it like a vice. It was a heady sensation, one that made his cock throb in his pants. He imagined how it would feel around his cock, how it would grip and milk him, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. He slid his finger in deeper, feeling Ezekiel's body relax slightly, accepting the intrusion. Christopher imagined how Ezekiel would look with the candy-cane plug in his bottom, the lights flickering, casting a soft glow on his flushed cheeks, his tight hole stretched around the thick base. It would be a sight to behold, a constant reminder of his alpha's control, of his place in their dynamic. And Ezekiel would hate it, even as he needed it, even as he would come to crave it. Christopher's cock throbbed at the thought, and he knew he was doing the right thing. He was taking care of his omega, guiding him, disciplining him, and Ezekiel was grateful for it, or would learn to be, even if he didn't know it yet.

Christopher continues to stretch Ezekiel, and Ezekiel squirms and whines. Christopher teases Ezekiel about how cute he looks in his pajamas, enjoying the view of his pretty thighs and the easy access to his tight hole. His tight hole, which is apparently too tight, given his grumpy behavior. Ezekiel whines and argues that he doesn't want to wear the pajamas or have his attitude adjusted. Christopher finds it cute but stays firm, not allowing Ezekiel out of the punishment he has planned for him. Christopher asks Ezekiel how else he should handle a bratty omega with a bad attitude, and Ezekiel answers.

Christopher slipped a second finger into Ezekiel's tight hole, stretching it wider, enjoying the way Ezekiel squirmed and whined. The sounds of protest were muffled by the sofa cushions, but Christopher could hear the frustration in Ezekiel's voice. He smiled, running a hand over Ezekiel's smooth thighs, appreciating the way the pajamas framed his cute bottom and the easy access they provided. "You look so adorable in these, Ezekiel. The reindeer is just charming, and the way these shorts show you off... it’s perfect." Ezekiel's whines turned into a soft growl. "I don't want to wear these stupid pajamas. They're humiliating," he muttered, trying to wiggle away from Christopher's fingers. Christopher chuckled, his fingers stretching Ezekiel's hole with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Oh, come now. You look so sweet in them. And besides, it's not about the pajamas. It's about your attitude. You've been grumpy, and I think it's because your hole is too tight. Omegas get like that when they're not properly taken care of. Which means, you need an adjustment, and this is the perfect time. Before Christmas, to make sure we both have a good holiday." Ezekiel growled, his body tensing. "I don't need an adjustment. I don't need any of this." Christopher's hand came down firmly on Ezekiel's bottom, the smack echoing in the room. "That's enough, Ezekiel. You know better than to talk back. Now, tell me, how else should I handle a bratty omega with a bad attitude?" Ezekiel hesitated, his breath coming in short pants. "I... I don't know," he finally admitted, his voice sulky. Christopher's fingers slipped out of Ezekiel's hole, only to return with a bit more lube, stretching him wider. "Think about it, Ezekiel. What do omegas need when they're being difficult? What do they need to remember their place?" Ezekiel's body shuddered, his hole clenching around Christopher's fingers. "They... they need to be punished," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "That's right," Christopher said, his voice firm and proud. "And that's exactly what you're going to get, Ezekiel. A good, hard spanking, a nice, thick plug, and then maybe, just maybe, you'll behave like the sweet, loving omega I know you to be."

Christopher thinks about how this is for Ezekiel's own good, reflecting on how omegas behave better when their holes are kept busy. He knows Ezekiel hates having his hole stretched, but it's good for him to connect with his omega nature. Christopher thinks about the presents he got Ezekiel, some of which Ezekiel will like, as they're things Ezekiel has been wanting. Some are new paddles though, to replace the wooden brush. He's excited to see Ezekiel open them on Christmas, but he doesn't spoil the surprise. Christopher sends Ezekiel to get his hairbrush. When he comes back, Christopher turns him over his knee and tells Ezekiel that he's going to manually adjust his attitude because he clearly needs a good, humbling punishment to remind him of his place and help him be grateful. Then, he uses the hairbrush to spank Ezekiel's bottom. Please focus on the visual images of the spanking.

Christopher pulled his fingers from Ezekiel, helping him upright, his eyes locked onto his flushed face. "Go get the hairbrush, love." Ezekiel's eyes widened, but he knew better than to argue. He shuffled off, returning with the wide, flat paddle of polished wood. Christopher took it, running his fingers over the smooth surface, contemplative. Reaching out, Christopher's hand guided Ezekiel across his lap. The omega's position was humiliating, his face pressed into the cushioned couch, his bottom raised and exposed. The "Naughty Little Omega" pajamas rode up, revealing the soft, pale globes of his bottom, decorated with faint red marks from Christopher's earlier spanks. Christopher felt the weight of the hairbrush, its wooden handle smooth and familiar in his grip. He ran the brush through Ezekiel's hair, the bristles catching and pulling gently, a soft, intimate gesture that stood in stark contrast to what was about to happen. "This is for your own good, Ezekiel," Christopher murmured, more to himself than to the omega. "You need this. You need to remember who you are, to connect with your nature." Slowly, Christopher raised the hairbrush, the cool air rushing in to replace it for a moment before he brought it down against Ezekiel's bottom. The smack echoed through the room, the sound sharp and clear. A bright red mark bloomed on Ezekiel's skin, the outline of the brush's wide, flat surface perfectly imprinted. Ezekiel yelped, his body jerking at the sudden, intense sting. The reindeer print on his pajama shorts rippled with the impact. Christopher didn't pause, didn't give Ezekiel time to adjust or prepare. He lifted the brush and brought it down again, a little lower, overlapping the first mark. The red was deeper now, the skin starting to glow with heat. Ezekiel squirmed, his hands clutching at the couch cushions, his breath coming in pained gasps. "Christopher... it... it hurts," he whined, his voice thick with unshed tears. "It's supposed to, love," Christopher replied, his voice steady and calm. He raised the brush again, this time aiming for the sensitive spot where Ezekiel's bottom met his thigh. The smack was louder, the yelp more pained. The red mark was brighter, the skin already starting to swell. He continued, his arm moving in a steady rhythm, the brush falling with precise, measured force. Each smack left its mark, each one building on the last, the red deepening, the heat intensifying. The pajamas rode up further, the cartoon reindeer and Christmas lights a stark, almost comical contrast to the raw, primal scene. Ezekiel's bottom was a bright, glowing red, the skin hot to the touch. Christopher could see the outlines of the brush, the individual marks, the way the skin peeked and puckered with each new smack. He could hear the sharp, rhythmic smacks, the pained yelps, the soft, broken whimpers that escaped Ezekiel's lips. He could see the way Ezekiel's body squirmed, the way his hands clawed at the cushions, the way his legs kicked and thrashed.

Christopher spanks Ezekiel, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his squirming red ass, thinking how this will warm Ezekiel up with all the cold outside. Christopher finds Ezekiel beautiful, submitting and taking discipline. This is the natural order of things, alphas exerting power, omegas taking what they are given, not needing to make their own decisions when they have alphas to help them stay sweet, humble, and settled. Sometimes omegas get arrogant and haughty, and they need an alpha to remind them of their place, to spank the pride out of them. Ezekiel's quivering bottom is proof Christopher is doing a good job. Christopher finishes the spanking, taking time to grope along Ezekiel's bottom and talk with him. Then, he tells Ezekiel to kneel on the couch.

Christopher's arm moves with a steady, unhurried rhythm, each smack of the hairbrush landing with a resounding crack. He takes his time, ensuring each strike overlaps the last, building a landscape of red, raised welts across Ezekiel's soft bottom. The room fills with the sharp, rhythmic smacks, punctuated by Ezekiel's pained yelps and whimpers. Christopher's breaths come steady and controlled, his focus unwavering as he watches the transformation of Ezekiel's clear skin into a canvas of vivid, fiery red. He groans, enjoying the sight of his omega's bottom jiggling and quivering with each impact. His hand pauses, tracing the raised, hot marks, feeling the heat radiate from Ezekiel's skin. "Such a beautiful sight, Ezekiel, love," he murmurs, his thumb pressing gently into a particularly reddened patch. "You're taking this so well. It warms my heart as much as it warms your bottom." Ezekiel's breath hitched, his body trembling as he tried to process the pain and the praise. Christopher ensnared him, telling him how vocal he can be, telling him how proud he is to be his alpha. "You're so good at taking your discipline, Ezekiel. You need this. You need to be reminded of your place, of who you are. And I need to be the one to remind you. It's the natural order of things, love." Christopher leaned down, his breath hot on Ezekiel's ear. "You're my omega, Ezekiel. You're mine to cherish, mine to protect, and mine to discipline. And right now, you need discipline more than anything." Christopher's hand returned to Ezekiel's bottom, his fingers tracing the outline of his red handiwork. Ezekiel's bottom was still quivering, his eyes wet, and his body tensed from the pain, submission woven into every muscle. Christopher knew he'd done a good job, spanking the pride out of his omega and leaving him warm and subdued. "I think that's enough for now, Ezekiel. You've taken your punishment so well. Now, kneel on the couch. Get on your knees, Ezekiel. Show me your pretty hole. Just like a good, obedient omega should." Christopher helped Ezekiel up, guiding him to the couch. The omega moved slowly, his body stiff and uncoordinated from the pain. He knelt on the couch, his reddened bottom raised slightly, his head bowed in submission. Christopher took a moment to appreciate the sight, his heart swelling with pride and dominance.

Christopher tells Ezekiel to spread his legs, to reach back and spread his bottom open to show off his pretty hole. Christopher lubes up Ezekiel's hole, kissing his neck and shoulders as he does so. Christopher is gentle, but Ezekiel still dislikes the feeling of his hole being stretched, though he submits. Christopher praises Ezekiel, undoing his pants and pushing his cock into Ezekiel's hole. Christopher fucks him with a firm, unrelenting pace, though he is not violent. He teases Ezekiel that he's so quiet now that he's got an alpha cock in his omega bottom, affectionately joking that it's probably difficult to be a haughty, mouthy little thing when you have to focus on your bottom being conquered. Christopher makes sure Ezekiel understands that mouthy little omegas get their holes stretched and loosened, that alpha cock is the only cure for brattiness. He makes sure Ezekiel understands that omegas get fucked because every inch of them belongs to their alphas. Mouthiness in omegas means they're too proud, and Christopher will fuck the pride out of Ezekiel any time he needs it.

Christopher stepped closer, his breath hot on Ezekiel's neck. "Spread your legs, Ezekiel. Show me what's mine. Reach back and spread your bottom. Show me that pretty hole." Ezekiel complied, his movements slow and deliberate, the pain from his spanking still fresh. He reached back, his fingers trembling as he pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his tight, pink hole, still slightly stretched from earlier's ministrations. Christopher hummed in appreciation, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin, feeling Ezekiel's body tense. He reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. He coated Ezekiel's entrance, his fingers circling and pressing gently, easing into the tight muscle. Ezekiel squirmed, a soft whimper escaping his lips, the sensation of being stretched and invaded both uncomfortable and intimate. Christopher leaned in, his lips brushing against Ezekiel's neck, his teeth nipping gently at the sensitive skin. "Shh, love," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "You're doing so well. You're so beautiful like this, so open and vulnerable for me." Ezekiel's breath hitched, his body relaxing slightly under the gentle praise and touch. Christopher continued to prep him, his fingers working in and out, stretching and loosening the tight ring of muscle. He took his time, ensuring Ezekiel was ready, his touches gentle yet firm, a stark contrast to the firm spanking he'd just received. Once he was satisfied, Christopher straightened, his hands moving to his pants. He undid the button, the zipper, pushing them down just enough to free his hard cock. He stroked himself once, twice, his eyes locked onto Ezekiel's exposed hole. He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Ezekiel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt the tight heat envelop him. Ezekiel gasped, his body tensing as his hole was stretched and filled. Christopher began to move, his hips rolling in a firm, unrelenting pace. He filled Ezekiel completely, his cock sliding in and out, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. He gripped Ezekiel's hips, his fingers digging into the tender, reddened skin, pulling him back to meet each thrust. " Look at you, Ezekiel," Christopher panted. "So quiet now that you've got an alpha cock in your bottom. It's hard to be a haughty, sulky little thing when you're focused on your hole being conquered, isn't it?" He leaned down, his teeth grazing Ezekiel's ear. "Mouthy little omegas get their holes stretched and loosened, Ezekiel. Alpha cock is the only cure for brattiness, love. You need to remember that. Every inch of you belongs to me. Your mouth, your bottom, your tight little hole. All mine to use, to claim." He increased his pace, his hips slapping against Ezekiel's reddened bottom. "Omegas get fucked, Ezekiel. It's the natural order. It's what you need. And I'm going to give it to you. Every time you forget your place, every time you get too proud, I'm going to fuck the pride out of you. I'm going to remind you who you belong to, who owns this pretty little hole. Understand?"

Ezekiel says he understands and Christopher comes inside him. Christopher steps back to admire the sight of his well-spanked omega, bottom framed by the Christmas pajamas. It's a sight of holiday cheer, a humbled omega, sniffling and whimpering and showing off a well-used bottom. Christopher silently enjoys the way Ezekiel becomes sweet after a fucking, thinking about how much he loves his little omega, how beautiful he is. He tells Ezekiel that this is more like it, but they have to make sure this new attitude sticks, since he's adjusted it with the hairbrush. Christopher plugs Ezekiel with the light-up candy-cane plug, telling him he's sure the burning stretch of the plug and peppermint oil will make sure he's festive for a while longer. Christopher puts Ezekiel in a humiliating, exposed position to show off his plugged hole and spanked bottom, joking that he makes a nice Christmas decoration. Ezekiel is still wearing the pajama shorts with the drop seat bottoms. Christopher pins up Ezekiel's oversized shirt to show off his bottom.

Christopher grunted, his grip tightening on Ezekiel's hips as he finally let go, driving deep into him. Ezekiel gasped, his body tensing as he felt the warmth of Christopher's release filling him. Christopher gasped, leaning over Ezekiel's back and kissing his shoulder, stroking his sides. He adjusted his stance slightly, his cock slowly softening inside Ezekiel as he let out a few satisfied groans. Christopher stepped back, his eyes roving over Ezekiel's round, red bottom framed by the cute Christmas pajamas. Ezekiel's body shook, a mix of sniffles and soft whimpers escaping his lips. His hole clung to Christopher's cock as he pulled out. "Well, that's more like it," Christopher murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He reached out, his fingers tracing the raised welts and red skin of Ezekiel's bottom. He felt a surge of affection and pride, his heart swelling at the sight of his humbled omega. "You look so beautiful like this, Ezekiel. So sweet and obedient." Gently, Christopher helped Ezekiel stand, turning him around to face him, the oversized shirt falling to cover him. He cupped Ezekiel's jaw, his thumb brushing away the tears. "But we need to make sure this sticks, love. You've been a bit of a handful lately, haven't you?" Ezekiel nodded slightly, his eyes downcast. "Good boy. Now, let's make sure you stay in the holiday spirit, shall we?" Christopher moved to the nearby table, picking up a small, shiny object. It was the new plug, the other early Christmas present, striped red and white like a candy cane, the peppermint scent wafting through the air. Pressing a button, Christopher showed Ezekiel how it lit up, ringed with small, embedded Christmas lights. Christopher wrapped an arm around Ezekiel's waist, his fingers brushing against Ezekiel's entrance, spreading the lube that still coated his skin. Ezekiel's breath hitched, his body tensing as he looked at the plug. "Christopher... please..." he whimpered, the pleading tone in his voice already driving Christopher wild. Christopher tsked, his fingers pressing against Ezekiel's hole, easing the plug in slowly. "Shh, love. You need this." He pressed the plug in gently, the stretch and burn of the peppermint oil making Ezekiel gasp and squirm. Christopher held him steady, his hands firm on Ezekiel's hips as he guided the plug in fully. The lights at the edge of the plug flickered, shamefully illuminating the puckered hole. "What a good, festive omega you are, Ezekiel," Christopher murmured, his fingers brushing against the plug, making it wiggle slightly. "Now, let's get you positioned properly. I want to admire my handiwork, love." Christopher moved Ezekiel to the corner of the room, making him kneel with his nose to the floor and his bottom thrust in the air. Reaching between Ezekiel's thighs, Christopher repositioned him with his legs spread wide. "There, Ezekiel," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "You make a lovely Christmas decoration. All red and spanked, plugged and ready. Isn't that right? You even have the lights." Ezekiel's face flushed with embarrassment, his body tensing. He must have felt the cool air on his exposed, plugged hole. Christopher had to adjust his pants, aroused by the sight of his little omega. "Look at you," Christopher murmured, his voice a low rumble. "So humble, so exposed. You're my little omega, my little decoration."

Christopher describes the view of Ezekiel aloud, amused as he compares him to a Christmas decoration, teasing that surely other alphas would be jealous of his Christmas decor. Ezekiel's red bottom is like two red, round shiny ornaments, his little cock and balls hanging like tinsel, his lit up bottom with the candy cane plug. He makes sure to tell Ezekiel to present himself properly, telling him to push his bottom further into the air, to arch his back, to spread his thighs. If Ezekiel can't spread Christmas cheer by having a sweet and pleasant attitude, then spreading cheer as a cute little decoration is his only alternative. Christopher grows quiet as he sits on the sofa. Christopher silently watches Ezekiel with his plugged, lit up hole and red bottom. He thinks about all the things he wants to do to his omega, thinking about how omegas need to have their bottoms spanked and stretched, how they thrive under an omega. He fantasizes about Ezekiel's sweet, humble shame, about how Ezekiel submits despite hating having his hole stretched, how Ezekiel deserves and needs an alpha's care, no matter how much Ezekiel dislikes it. Christopher thinks about how Ezekiel's behavior has improved over the past few months, now that he's plugged at school, now that his professors are in contact with his alpha to ensure he's constantly monitored, constantly cared for and corrected.

Christopher stood over Ezekiel, his voice soft and amused as he stepped back to admire him. "Just look at you, Ezekiel. Two perfect, red ornaments for your bottom cheeks. And your little cock and balls, dangling down like tinsel, just begging to jingle." He chuckled, needing to adjust his growing arousal, watching his pretty omega. "And that plug, all lit up and striped like a little candy cane, stuffed right up your pretty hole. You're my own personal Christmas decoration, aren't you, love?" Christopher's eyes never leaving Ezekiel's exposed form. "Now, make sure present yourself properly. Push that bottom up higher, love. Show me that plug. Arch your back, spread those thighs wider. Let's get all that festive cheer out on display. You can't seem to keep a sweet and pleasant attitude as easily as you display a pretty bottom. That's alright, though. If you can't spread Christmas cheer by having a good attitude, then spreading Christmas cheer as my cute little decoration is a fine alternative." Christopher moved to the sofa, sitting down with a satisfied grunt. Silence filled the room. Ezekiel's steady breaths and the soft hum of the lights of the plugged candle cane, filled the room. Ezekiel's flushed face and red bottom contrasted starkly with the white lights, making him look like some kind of twisted, erotic holiday figurine. Christopher's eyes gazed over Ezekiel, his mind racing with thoughts of what he wanted to do, what he should do, what he would do to Ezekiel. Ezekiel's behavior had improved a lot, Christopher thought, since he took charge, since he began to plug him at school, and to monitor him. He'd learned to submit, even if he didn't like it. He'd learned to listen, to obey, to present himself properly. He'd learned to accept an alpha's care, and an alpha's discipline. He'd learned to accept that he was an omega, and he needed to be stretched, to be punished, to be taught and guided and cared for, even if he hated it. Even if, sometimes, he hated Christopher for it.

Christopher leaves Ezekiel on display as he reads and relaxes in the living room. He watches Ezekiel tremble to hold the uncomfortable pose. A while later, Christopher finally calls Ezekiel over to him. He holds Ezekiel and kisses him, praising him for being sweet, humble, and obedient. Christopher then removes Ezekiel's plug and cleans the peppermint oil from his hole. He makes Ezekiel sit on his lap with his cock in his ass, Ezekiel's chest pressed to Christophers as he buries his face in Christopher's neck, full and stretched out. Christopher tells Ezekiel that since it's so cold outside, Ezekiel is going to use his hole to keep Christopher's cock warm. Ezekiel whimpers but doesn't complain, which Christopher attributes to his good, new attitude. Ezekiel eventually dozes off on Christopher's cock as Christopher watches Christmas specials while snow drifts through the air outside the apartment window.

Christopher's voice broke the silence, his tone warm and approving. "Come here, Ezekiel." Ezekiel hesitated, his body trembling as he slowly lifted his head, then pushed up from his knees. His movements were stiff, his body aching from the prolonged, humiliating display. He shuffled over to Christopher, his eyes downcast, a soft flush still staining his cheeks. Christopher patted his thigh, a small, affectionate smile playing on his lips. "That's a good boy. Come here, love. Let me see you." He helped Ezekiel onto the couch, making the omega face him, straddling his lap. He reached out, his fingers tilting Ezekiel's chin to him, forcing their eyes to meet. "You did so well, Ezekiel. So humble, so obedient. I'm very proud of you." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Ezekiel's in a soft, praiseworthy kiss. Ezekiel's breath hitched, his body relaxing into Christopher's touch. He murmured softly, his voice barely audible, "Thank you." The omega leaned into him, clearly needing affection after the thorough reminder of his place. Christopher's hands moved to Ezekiel's bottom, his fingers brushing against the base of the plug. He felt Ezekiel tense, a soft whimper escaping his lips. "Shh, love. It's time to take this out, isn't it? You've been such a good boy, keeping it in." He slowly eased the plug out, Ezekiel's body shuddering as the stretch and burn of the peppermint oil intensified before fading away. Christopher set the plug aside, pulling a tissue from his pocket, gently cleaning the remnants of lube and oil from Ezekiel's hole. "Now, Ezekiel, come here," Christopher commanded, his voice thick with lust and affection. He guided Ezekiel to lift up as he undid his pants, his cock already hard and ready. Ezekiel whimpered as he slowly lowered himself, his body tensing as he took Christopher in, his hole stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Christopher groaned, his hands gripping Ezekiel's hips, helping him to sink down fully, Ezekiel's chest pressing against his, his face burying into Christopher's neck. Ezekiel's body shook with a soft sob, his breath hot against Christopher's skin. The omega couldn't be enjoying the stretch of his cock, but he accepted it, settling into the closeness, snuggling into Christopher. "You're such a good boy, Ezekiel," Christopher murmured as his hands moved to Ezekiel's back, his fingers tracing patterns on his skin. "So sweet and obedient. And look at you, all stretched out and filled up. It's so cold outside, isn't it, love? We should keep each other warm." He chuckled, his hips rocking slightly, making Ezekiel gasp. "Use that pretty hole of yours to keep my cock warm, Ezekiel. Be my little heater, love. Just like you're my little decoration. My good, humble, obedient omega."

Ezekiel eventually dozes off on Christopher's cock, head resting on his shoulder, as Christopher watches Christmas specials while snow drifts through the air outside the apartment window. Can you write a summary of the rest of winter break? Ezekiel behaves and minds his manners, for the most part, though he does have to spend a few afternoons "decorating" the apartment when he gets too grumpy, meaning he's displayed with the light-up, candy cane plug in his bottom, kneeling in the corner with his nose to the ground and his bottom thrust proudly in the air. Christopher ensures Ezekiel is proudly displayed, holding the difficult position, thighs spread and back arched, Ezekiel has no choice but to spread Christmas cheer. Overall, it's a good Christmas break, and Christopher is very happy with his sweet little omega.

The room was silent but for the soft chatter of the television, running Christmas specials, and the gentle crackle of the fire. Ezekiel's breathing had slowed, his body relaxed and warm against Christopher's. The omega's soft snores were the only sounds breaking the peaceful quiet, his head heavy on Christopher's shoulder. The alpha's cock was still buried deep inside Ezekiel, the omega's body slick and accommodating even in sleep. Christopher's hand rested on Ezekiel's bare thigh, his thumb absentmindedly tracing lazy circles on the soft skin. He smiled to himself, his eyes flickering from the television screen to the window, where snowflakes danced and twirled in the cold night air. The apartment was warm, cozy, and filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon from the candles scattered about. The rest of the winter break passed in a blur of comfort and routine. Ezekiel was on his best behavior, for the most part, his manners impeccable. He submitted without complaint, the perfect little omega, his humility a stark contrast to the fiery spirit Christopher had first encountered. But there were still a few moments when Ezekiel's mood darkened, his patience wearing thin. Those were the afternoons when Christopher would remind him of his place, when the omega would find himself on his knees, bottom up, in the corner of the living room. The light-up candy cane plug was a favorite of Christopher's, the bright little Christmas lights glowing in the dim light of the room, illuminating Ezekiel's puckered little hole. Ezekiel would kneel, nose to the ground, bottom thrust high in the air, thighs spread wide. His back would arch, his hole stretched and on display, the plug coated in burning peppermint oil, sending waves of painful heat and humiliation crashing through him. He would be forced to hold the position, his body trembling with effort and embarrassment. Christopher would watch him, a glass of eggnog in hand, his eyes lingering on the obscene display. "Spread Christmas cheer, Ezekiel," he would command, his voice stern yet amused. "Be my good little decoration." Ezekiel would grit his teeth, his body aching, his hole throbbing. But he would comply, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He would stay like that, his body on display, his pride shattering with each passing minute. Christopher would watch, his eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction, his cock hard and aching in his pants. But Christopher only took such a sight a few times. Most days, Ezekiel was the epitome of obedience, his behavior exemplary. He would curl up next to Christopher on the couch, his head on the alpha's lap, his body warm and soft. He would watch the snowfall, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames of the fire. He would be the picture of contentment, his body sated and his mind at ease. Christopher would run his fingers through Ezekiel's hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. He would murmur words of praise, his voice low and soothing. "Good boy," he would say, his heart swelling with pride and love. "My good, sweet little omega." The winter break was a good one, filled with warmth, comfort, and a healthy dose of humiliation. Christopher was happy, his heart content and his body sated. Ezekiel was a good omega, his behavior exemplary and his submission absolute. The alpha couldn't ask for more, his life complete and his world perfect. The snow would continue to fall, the fire would continue to burn, and the two of them would continue to exist in their little bubble of happiness and order. And Christopher wouldn't have it any other way. This was his Christmas miracle, his own personal slice of heaven. And he was never going to let it go.