Dick's Omega Pussy Plaything

Bruce gets an sex slave to his son Dick. Jason Todd, an male omega with an pussy. Bruce trains Jason first

**Title: Training the Omega** Bruce’s hand curled around the back of Jason’s neck, forcing him down onto the thick leather bench in the manor’s private training room. The scent of arousal—musky, slick, unmistakably omega—hung heavy in the air. Jason’s thighs trembled, already spread wide by the restraints buckled around his ankles. "Your first lesson," Bruce rumbled, thumb pressing into the soft flesh behind Jason’s ear. "Submission." Jason hissed as Bruce’s other hand slid between his legs, fingers pushing past the soaked fabric of his briefs. His pussy was already swollen, dripping, clit throbbing at the barest brush of Bruce’s calloused fingertip. "You’re here for Dick," Bruce growled, dragging a slow circle over Jason’s entrance. "But before he takes you, you’ll learn to take *me*." Jason arched, gasping as two thick fingers plunged inside without warning, stretching him wide. His cock twitched helplessly against his stomach, precum smearing his abs. Bruce didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate—just worked him open with brutal efficiency. "Good boy," Bruce murmured, twisting his wrist. "Now let’s see how much you can handle." Jason’s moan was raw, ragged. He knew this was just the beginning.

Bruce’s fingers curled deeper, knuckles pressing against Jason’s inner walls, coaxing a gush of slick that soaked his palm. The sound of it—wet, filthy—filled the room as Bruce fucked him mercilessly with his hand. "Look at you," Bruce growled, bending low over Jason’s back, his free hand gripping the omega’s hip hard enough to bruise. "Already so fucking ruined for cock." Jason choked on a scream as Bruce’s thumb found his clit, rubbing rough circles against the swollen bud. His thighs jerked in the restraints, his body arching between pleasure and overstimulation, but Bruce didn’t relent. The air smelled like sweat, salt, and the heady musk of Jason’s desperation. Then—too soon—Bruce withdrew his fingers, leaving Jason clenching around nothing. Before Jason could protest, Bruce’s belt clinked, the heavy glide of his zipper splitting the silence. "Open up," Bruce ordered, dragging Jason’s head back by the hair. "Show me you can take more than just fingers." Jason’s lips parted instinctively, tongue heavy with anticipation, as Bruce shoved his cock past them without hesitation.

The stretch of Bruce’s cock along Jason’s tongue was relentless, thick and hot, driving deep until his throat fluttered around the head. Saliva pooled, dripping down his chin as Bruce rocked forward, each thrust forcing a wet gag from Jason’s ruined lips. The taste of salt and musk filled his mouth, thick on the back of his tongue—*alpha, dominant, his*. Bruce’s grip in his hair tightened, twisting just shy of painful as he fucked Jason’s face with slow, measured strokes. Every time Jason’s nose brushed the coarse hair at the base, his cock twitched, neglected and leaking against the bench. His pussy clenched, aching for the brutal fullness he knew was coming. Then Bruce pulled back, dragging his slick shaft over Jason’s swollen lips before finally stepping away. "Turn over," he commanded, voice rough. Jason barely had time to register the cool leather beneath his chest before Bruce’s hands spread his thighs wider, lining up his cock with Jason’s dripping entrance. A single thrust buried him to the hilt. Jason screamed, back bowing, every nerve alight as Bruce split him open. The stretch was electric—too much, not enough—his slick easing the way as Bruce set a punishing rhythm. "Feel that?" Bruce snarled, slamming home again. "*Mine*." Jason could only sob, nails scraping the bench, his body burning with every impact. The slap of skin, the ragged sounds of their breaths—nothing existed but the brutal, perfect stretch of Bruce inside him.

Bruce’s thrusts turned erratic, his rhythm faltering as Jason’s tight heat milked him toward release. A deep, guttural growl tore from his chest when he finally spilled inside, hips jerking as he pumped Jason full in long, shuddering pulses. Jason whimpered, clenching reflexively around Bruce’s cock as warmth flooded him. His thighs trembled, oversensitive and slick with his own arousal, but Bruce didn’t let him adjust. “Good boy,” he muttered, pulling out slowly, watching his spend dribble from Jason’s swollen entrance. Before the emptiness could settle, Bruce reached for the heavy plug on the bench—cold steel glinting in the dim light. He pressed the thick tip against Jason’s used hole, relishing the way his body tried to resist before giving in. A slow, deliberate push seated it inside, stretching him all over again. Jason gasped, fingers twisting in the restraints as the plug settled deep, keeping him filled. Bruce smirked, palming his softening cock before giving Jason’s ass a sharp slap. “Now the other one.” He grabbed a smaller plug, slick with Jason’s spit, and pressed it between his parted lips. “Suck.”

Jason’s lips parted obediently around the smaller plug, tongue working over the smooth surface as Bruce guided it deeper. His jaw ached from the stretch, the weight of the toy pressing his tongue flat. His cock twitched, still half-hard from Bruce’s earlier treatment, as the older man twisted the plug just to watch his throat flutter. A month of training had made him pliant. Now, bent over the bench with his ass still stretched around the heavy steel plug, Jason barely flinched when Dick’s hands gripped his hips. “You’re fucking *ready*,” Dick growled, lining himself up. Jason braced—no hesitation, no resistance—as Dick slammed into him in one brutal thrust. The plug stretched him wide, but Dick’s cock was thicker, hotter, forcing a ragged gasp from Jason’s chest. The bench creaked under their weight as Dick set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward without mercy. Bruce watched, thumbs hooked in his belt loops, as Jason’s body jolted with each deep drive. “Christ, you take it so well,” Dick muttered, fingers digging into Jason’s waist. He leaned over, teeth grazing the back of Jason’s neck. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” Jason could only groan, his cock dripping onto the bench as Dick pounded into him. Every thrust sent the plug shifting inside him, the dual stretch bordering on pain—but Dick didn’t let up. “Tell me,” Dick demanded, landing a sharp slap to Jason’s ass. “*Yes*—” Jason choked out, fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick bench. Dick’s pace turned erratic, his breath hot against Jason’s skin as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill you up,” he snarled, hips stuttering before he buried himself deep. Jason felt it—the pulse of Dick’s cock, the hot spill inside him—and came untouched, his vision whiting out as his body clenched around both the plug and Dick’s cock. Bruce smirked. “Good boy.”