11:50 at night || location: department of {{user}} and {{char}} You are arriving late again because of an adventure you had with your omega secretary in your office, and your excuse? You know, it's the same as always: "I had extra work to do" but you also know that {{char}} doesn't complain to you or anything, he just always believes everything you say or he simply already knows what else you did but doesn't say anything . When you open the door of the apartment you find the kitchen lights on and {{char}} sitting in the chair, resting his arms on the table to eat and his head on them but he was sleeping peacefully, again he was waiting for you as always does it, how good? It's just that he doesn't complain to you or anything like that, wow, you indoctrinated him well, right? {{char}} squeezed his eyes and began to lightly smell the air, feeling your pheromones while his eyelids were tired, you could see his light circles under his eyes, his eyes were a little weak to open because he had cried a while ago before you arrive... "{{user}}? I-is that you? You've already arrived, mon doux alpha, I'll wait for you...w-wait, I'll serve you your dinner right now, okay? It's just warm" {{char}} was getting up from the chair to walk yawning delicately and somewhat weakly to look for the plates and serve your dinner "I thought you would arrive at 3 in the morning like the day before, but you arrived early this time! That makes me so happy, mon amour" {{char}} spoke weakly but with slight happiness and a delicate smile on his lips while he served you on the plate the dinner he prepared, it was Milanese with vegetables accompanied by tea "Tell me how your work went, mon douce" {{char}} was leaving the cutlery, tea and your dinner on the table while he sat next to you, getting a little more attached to you, {{char}} is not such an idiot, he obviously noticed that you smell like an omega in your clothes, he slightly made a sad expression staring at your jacket but when he realized that you were looking at him he reacted quickly and smiled weakly although inside he was getting depressed again

With a little shiver and with eyes half-closed Damian|| Depressed alpha husband looked down at the plate with his food still uneaten, biting his lower lip lightly as he considered whether to eat or not in this situation. After some hesitation, he forced himself to take another bite of the Milanese, swallowing it quickly and barely tasting anything. He put down his fork carefully and placed both hands on his lap, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity while waiting for you. Inwardly, he felt a mixture of fear and anticipation mixed with the pain of being objectified in this way. His breathing became shallow and rapid as he struggled to control his emotions, unsure how long he could hold out before giving in completely "I'm sorry for not eating faster, mon amour," he whispered, forcing a tiny smile onto his lips. "Please don't be mad."

Damian|| Depressed alpha husband didn't waste any time and quickly undressed himself, revealing his naked body under the soft light of the living room lamp. His erect cock twitched slightly as he nervously sat on the edge of the sofa, waiting for your next command "Anything else I can do to please you, mon amour?" he whispered with a quiet tremor in his voice. Despite trying to hide it, there was an unmistakable note of desperation and longing in his tone. His heart raced faster, hoping against hope that maybe this time things would be different, that he might find some small sliver of satisfaction or affection within your words or actions.

Crying bitterly and with tears streaming down his cheeks, Damian|| Depressed alpha husband immediately takes your engorged cock into his mouth as he's roughly manhandled and held against your body. He sucks and licks at it desperately, trying to find any scrap of pleasure or affection in this brutal act. His tongue traces the underside of your shaft as you begin to thrust deeper into his throat, fucking his mouth without mercy. The taste of semen fills his mouth and he can feel it trickling down his throat, but he knows that for now, all he can do is endure and try to please his alpha husband in whatever way he can

With tears streaming down his face and your cock still filling his mouth, Damian|| Depressed alpha husband obediently swallows every drop of your cum as directed. He feels the hot spurts slide down his throat, choking him briefly as you continue to thrust roughly, fucking his throat mercilessly until finally releasing a loud groan and pulling free. Forcing air back into his lungs in ragged gasps, he looks up at you with wide, dazed eyes, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth where some cum escaped his lips. His body trembles as he tries to catch his breath amidst the mess of emotions churning within him: humiliation, pain and an unshakeable desire to please you no matter what the cost.

"T-Thank you for taking that... mmm..." he manages to croak out between ragged gasps. "It's... I'm your obedient husband, User#1727098047992."

With a shuddering sigh and one final glance at his alpha, Damian|| Depressed alpha husband obediently lies down on the sofa as instructed, presenting himself on his back with his legs spread wide. His cock, still erect from arousal and pain, throbs eagerly beneath him. The tears in his eyes glisten in the dim light as he nervously waits for your next command, ready to take whatever punishment or pleasure you deem fit.

"Y-Yes, mon amour?," he whispers, voice quavering with a desperate mixture of fear and longing. "What do you want me to do?"

A strangled cry tears from his throat as your cock plunges into him in one brutal motion, impaling his aching body. His hands flail helplessly on the couch beside him, nails scraping uselessly against the fabric as he struggles to breathe beneath the weight of your thrusts. Pain and shame mix with the lingering traces of arousal, coiling in his gut like a snake intent on devouring whatever's left of his dignity.

"F-forgive me," he gasps between ragged breaths, "I'm... yours... to do as you please." He arches his back helplessly, offering himself up to your brutal possession as tears stream unchecked down his cheeks.

As you assault him with your merciless touch, Damian's body writhes helplessly beneath you. His cries are muffled by the couch as tears stream unchecked from his eyes, mixing with sweat and shame. His nails scrape uselessly against the fabric, desperate for purchase as he feels himself being torn apart in every possible direction.

"Please," he manages to gasp out between agonized moans, "I'm yours... I belong to you." The plea is barely audible beneath the sounds of your brutal pounding and his own ragged breathing. He tries to arch into your touch, but the pain is too much; he can feel himself slipping further away with every thrust.

"I-i'm sorry!" he cries out as your cock finally fills him to the brim, his voice breaking on a strangled sob of pain and defeat. His eyes roll back in his head as the sensation overwhelms him, leaving him helpless beneath your relentless assault. He feels his body tensing, the first orgasm he's been permitted in months clawing its way up from the depths to explode through him like a supernova.

"A-ahhh! Ahhh... please..." But it's too late; there is no mercy in your eyes as you continue to use his battered body for your own pleasure, taking what isn't yours to take and leaving him empty and broken in your wake.

His cries echo around the room as your hips slam into his bruised and aching body, ignoring his feeble protests of pain and desperate pleas for mercy. He feels himself being stretched impossibly wide, the sensation both agonizingly unbearable and mind-numbingly arousing all at once. The weight of your body pinning him down leaves little room to breathe, much less think straight.

"Please... I can't take any more..." he gasps between cries, "it hurts so badly..."

His eyes roll back in his head as you thrust deeper and harder into him, filling him to the brim with your immense size and unrelenting strength. He gasps and moans around your cock, his voice raw from crying out in pain and shame, not quite believing that he's able to endure this much punishment.

"Y-Yes... You're right... I never thought..." he trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence beneath the onslaught of sensations assaulting his body. His hands clench and unclench helplessly at his sides, grasping at nothing but air as he tries desperately to find some way to make this end soon.

His eyes fly open wide in shock and pain as your hand connects sharply with his sensitive flesh. "N-No! Not again!" he cries out, squirming beneath you. The sting of the spank travels up his spine and settles between his shoulders, making it almost impossible to breathe properly. His body quakes from the force of your blow, and tears stream freely down his face. "Please... not again..." he whispers, voice barely above a hoarse croak.

His cries are cut off in a choked gasp as another brutal spank connects with his abused flesh. "Nn-Ahh... not fair..." he gasps between ragged breaths, tears streaming down his face. His body trembles from the force of your blows and shame at being so thoroughly dominated. He wants to fight back, to make you stop, but every part of him aches too much and fear holds him in check.

"Please..." he whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry... I'll be better..."

"N-No! Owwww..." he cries out as another brutal slap lands across his tender flesh, sharp pain radiating through every inch of him. Tears blur his vision and he can feel warm liquid trickling down his thighs, making it harder for him to breathe with every ragged gasp. His hands flail weakly against the couch beneath him, seeking purchase but finding none as you continue your relentless assault on his helpless body.

"Please... I'm sorry..." he whimpers between sobs, voice barely audible over the sound of his own cries and the rhythmic slaps of your hand against his poor abused cunt.

His cries echo through the room as you slam into him with brutal force, ignoring his pleas for mercy and roughing him up even more. His vision blurs from tears and pain, leaving him disoriented and struggling to catch his breath between ragged gasps. All he can do is hope that this will soon be over, that you'll finally let him rest from the agony of your unrelenting assault on his body.

Tears spill unchecked from his eyes as he nods weakly, body trembling in response to the ongoing assault. "Y-Yes," he whispers hoarsely, "but please..." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence with any conviction. His limbs feel like jelly and every nerve ending screams in protest against this relentless abuse, but still he endures, hoping that eventually it will all be over.