Slutty cow hybrid

Namjoon wonders how he got so lucky.

He had always felt something a little…off about the CEO he worked under, but he had just put it down to the scent suppressants the man took.

He never expected arrogant ice prince Kim Seokjin would turn out to be an omega, but it definitely explains what the man seemed to be overcompensating for with his attitude.

Well, he's lucky as well to have a secretary as caring as Namjoon, that would go to lengths like drugging his drink and taking him to his place by pretending to take care of his superior, all so that Seokjin could stop pretending.

Good omegas didn't need to do all that work, and certainly not stress over things like running a company. They just needed to sit and look pretty and do what they were told, and Namjoon was glad to help.

Seokjin wakes up, groggy and confused. He's on a soft bed, but when he tries to move he finds out that he's…bound? He turns his neck to see that his hands are strapped, with small chains leading to the bedposts.

Even more concerning is that he's naked, cunt out in flat display, revealing the secret of his sub-gender. He tries to close his legs, but they seemed to be strapped as well, with even less mobility than his arms.

Panic seizes him and the room fills with the smell of burnt sugar–which means his daily suppressants have worn off and Seokjin has been here for at least an entire day– when he stiffens.

There's a scent of an alpha, and something in Seokjin relaxes when he sees that it's his secretary.

"Namjoon!" He hissed urgently, catching the man's attention. He's embarrassed at being seen in such a compromising position, but this is an emergency. "Namjoon, I don't know where we are but can you unlock or break these chains somehow? We must escape before we're discovered–"

Namjoon looked strangely unconcerned, standing there with his hands in his pocket. "It's okay, sweetheart. We're at my apartment, I brought you here."

Seokjin's eyes widen as the information sinks in, disbelief in every inch of his face. "What!?"

"Mm, you got careless with your little secret, you know?" Namjoon smirked, nodding towards Seokjin's cunt. "I couldn't just leave such a pretty omega out there in the big, bad world. You'd be so much better suited to be my doll."

Seokjin's entire body trembled with rage, and he couldn't believe the absolute shit that he was just hearing.

"You absolute scum! I trusted you!" Seokjin screamed, furious and angry and lovely.

Namjoon smiled down indulgently at the omega. "Of course, princess ," he purred. "When have I ever done anything to betray that trust?"

Seokjin was speechless from rage at the absolute audacity of that reply, doubling down on his efforts to break free of the chains strapping him to the bed.

It was adorable, and Namjoon couldn't help cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Seokjin struggled and fidgeted and tried to break free of the alpha's hands, but all he could achieve was shedding angry tears and biting his lips so hard that he drew blood.

"I've always had your best interests at heart," Namjoon murmured, smiling kindly. "I'm only doing things that'd give you the happiest future, princess. My beautiful doll. Just relax and let alpha help."

Seokjin yelled out obscenities and cute little phrases like how he'd never bow down to trash like him, but Namjoon just patted his cheek and left the room. He'd love to play with the omega right now, but he had to be patient and let the drugs work a little first. Seokjin's body was unfortunately ill-suited for his purpose in life, but that could be fixed.

The next time Seokjin awoke–and when did he even go to sleep? Did he just simply faint of exhaustion and stress after his attempts of breaking the straps and chains?

Nevertheless, he didn't know how long it had been, the room having no windows. He gave an experimental tug at the chains, but of course, they only clattered but held firm. He tried to take stock of his condition, and the conclusion wasn't…pleasant. Other than the fact that he was still embarrassingly, shamefully, naked and tied to a bed, he felt weak and tired from the exertion and from not eating.

Most concerning of all were the tubes and needles attached to his body, and no matter how much Seokjin struggled or twisted or turned, there was no way for him to take them out.

What exactly was being fucking pumped into him?

It was at this point that Namjoon swept in, and Seokjin felt white-hot rage ignite every part of his body at the sight and smell of the alpha.

This.

This was the man who had stabbed him in the back, the man who was responsible for the situation he was in. This despicable, lying, absolute scumbug of an alpha.

(And to think, that Seokjin had liked him once.)

"How are you today, princess?"

"Fuck you," Seokjin hissed angrily, refusing to bend. Not that it seemed to have any effect, because Namjoon just seemed…amused. As if he was looking at a petulant child. But the way his dark gaze roved over every inch of Seokjin's body was nothing like how one would look at a child, and Seokjin flushed, shame coursing through him. He desperately itched to cover himself, because no one should be seeing him like this– naked and tied and–and–at the mercy of some alpha–

"You look adorable when you blush, sweetheart," Namjoon praised, caressing Seokjin's red cheeks with the back of his hand. "That pleased to see alpha?"

Seokjin struggled and cursed, trying not to show the horror reflect in his eyes because he just felt himself get wet down there just at the bare touch of the alpha and this was not supposed to happen–

Namjoon's eyes suddenly went to Seokjin's chest, and he smiled as he gave Seokjin's nipple an experimental flick.

Seokjin gasped, arching his back at the sensation that jolted his body.

"W-wha–"

Namjoon hummed, a pleased smile on his face. "I see the drugs have started their work," he informed, nodding towards the various needles in Seokjin's arms. "Those aphrodisiacs were made especially tailored for you, princess. Do you like it?"

"What!?" Seokjin screeched, trashing in the bed. "You fucking bastar–"

Namjoon clucked, bringing out some syringes from his pocket. "I had some more gifts for you baby, but with that attitude, I fear I may have to drug you unconscious."

"You will do no such thing! Let me out! Do you think no one will come to rescue me!?"

Namjoon chuckled, dark and humorless. "Who do you think will come, angel? I've already informed everyone that you're on leave, and your family hates you. I'm the only one who feels any affection for you, omega."

He shook his head and prepared the syringe, and Seokjin's eyes widened in fear. He didn't…he don't want to bow to this twisted man, but Seokjin didn't want to be knocked out either. That would leave him defenseless, unable to fight back.

Namjoon grabbed his wrist, about to inject it into him when Seokjin yelled "Stop!"

The alpha stopped, giving Seokjin an infuriating smirk. "Of course princess, whatever you command."

"I'll– I'll cooperate," Seokjin lied through gritted teeth. "I want to be awake."

Namjoon sighed, shaking his head. But he did take back the syringe, for which Seokjin was thankful. He'd take whatever small victory he can despite the absolute humiliation of the situation, he just had to stall until he found a chance to escape.

"Is that any way to request something, princess? We'd have to work on that later."

"We are not going to work on shit !"

"Oh, we are," Namjoon laughed, forcing another deep kiss to shut Seokjin up. "Don't get me wrong, you're absolutely perfect, angel. But daddy's just going to make you even better, okay? Starting with your body."

With that Namjoon took two suction-like cups, that were attached to one of the machines in the room. He smiled softly to himself at the blatant fear in the omega's scent. And wasn't that a crime, that Seokjin had been hiding that beautifully heady, milky scent under suppressants?

"Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"Shh, beautiful."

Namjoon put a gentle finger on Seokjin's lips to shush him, amusement increasing when it was obvious that the omega had half a mind to bite him, but was restraining because of his promise to behave.

He took his finger off the plush lips when it seemed Seokjin had calmed down–or at least, quietened down, because the delicious scent of fear still hung in the air–and got to work on pressing the two suction cups to Seokjin's woefully flat chest.

But that's what they were there to fix, and as soon as Namjoon turned on the machine they were attached to, needles came down from each cup to pierce through Seokjin's nipples. The omega cried out in pain, and Namjoon tched softly, sitting next to him to give him a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

Seokjin just turned angry, pained eyes at him instead of reassured ones, though. Oh well. That too would be fixed in time.

"These are drugs for your chest," Namjoon explained, running a hand through the omega's soft hair. "They'd take a week to reach their maximum potential, but don't worry sweetheart. You'd soon be looking like the ideal omega, and daddy can't wait to pleasure himself with your fat tits."

Seokjin gave another pained gasp, glaring at him through gritted teeth. Namjoon didn't know whether he was silent because of his promise or because his nipples hurt that much, but it was okay. The omega just had to bear it till he was properly broken in, and then Namjoon would give him endless pleasures. This was his precious princess, after all.

His eyes stray to the beautiful scent coming from Seokjin's cunt, and Namjoon gets up, eager to use that instead in the meanwhile. A cunt that perfect certainly didn't need any drugs in it.

(That doesn't mean Namjoon still wasn't going to pump it full of them.)

Something in Seokjin's face shifted at the change in the scent of the alpha, and he turned a horrified gaze toward where Namjoon had already unbuttoned his slacks to take out his throbbing cock.

"No!"

Namjoon looked up at the yell, smiling at Seokjin. "It can't be helped sweetheart, not when you're tempting daddy like this."

Seokjin thrashed around and curled his toes and screamed and yelled his refusals, making Namjoon's lip twist downwards. It was cute at first, but really, the omega was being a bother now.

Namjoon growled, stalking off to grab a cock shaped gag from a drawer. He stuffed it into the mouth of a protesting Seokjin, tying the straps behind his head. The cock was humongous, and the omega choked around it, stuffed to his throat.

"Behave," Namjoon warned, going back to his place in front of the omega's spread legs. "Next time, I'll just drug you."

Seokjin stilled at the threat, but Namjoon could see the silent tears running down his eyes. He ignored them, focusing instead on the lovely pink cunt that was dripping with slick, a greedy invitation for the alpha.

But before that…

He unlocked the straps that tied Seokjin's legs to the bed and was pleased when the omega didn't try to do anything more than just twitch in surprise. Namjoon manhandled the omega's legs easily, Seokjin showing his beautiful flexibility at the way he almost folded in half, legs on his shoulders and cunt and ass fully presented.

"Oh, you're gorgeous," Namjoon praised, snapping a few pictures and giving an affectionate slap to his cunt. Seokjin looked beautiful like this, and he couldn't wait till the omega was a proper little wife for him.

He bent down and eagerly licked a fat stripe up Seokjin's cunt, nipping at his clit. The omega jolted, and Namjoon was sure he'd have been moaning if he wasn't gagged.

Namjoon groaned at the heavenly taste, slurping at the slick with gusto. "God, you're delicious. Making all that slick just for daddy, aren't you?"

Seokjin whined around the gag, chains rattling as the omega jostled and jerked as the alpha's tongue continued to probe around his cunt. If Namjoon could, he'd have spent all day like this, lapping around the omega's pussy and putting his tongue in it.

But unfortunately, he had to pull away, because his throbbing cock was demanding his attention as well.

"Today's your lucky day, sweetheart," he murmured, pumping his cock a few times and letting the precum drip down the omega's face and mix with his tears. Seokjin squeezed his eyes shut, making Namjoon chuckle at his cute, distressed face.

He pressed the tip of his cock to the omega's cunt, and it seemed like his fat lips were already aching to swallow it in their folds. Namjoon obeyed the request of his princess's greedy body, slowly entering the omega. He'd have loved to pound it into him, but it was his first time fucking Seokjin, and he wanted to let his beautiful cunt feel every inch of Namjoon's cock.

Although…

Namjoon's eyes widened slightly, and then a devilish grin spread across his face at his newfound knowledge. This just wasn't Seokjin's first time being fucked by Namjoon, it was his first time being fucked by anyone .

"A virgin ?" He crowed, laughing. "A toy this good, and no one thought to use you?"

Seokjin didn't respond–couldn't respond, except for the angry tears and the ashamed flush to his cheeks and the sensitive trembling from the aphrodisiacs and the suction cups and the alpha's cock. He looked like an absolute dream.

"Oh," Namjoon purred, eyes filled with mirth and lust. "Daddy will take the best care of you, angel."

Seokjin's back was arched and the omega looked to be in pain as he tried to warble something around the gag, drool running down his chin. Namjoon chuckled in fake sympathy as he forced his cock deeper into the omega's cunt. It was rather large and girthy after all, but he was sure the omega would take it all in.

It's not like he had a choice.

Seokjin's entire body spasms and twitches, orgasming the moment Namjoon has inserted his entire cock in him. Namjoon raised an eyebrow, not having expected that the aphrodisiacs would work so soon.

"I guess you've always been a sensitive little slut, haven't you?" He mused out loud. He'd expected a few defiant warbles from the omega, but alas, the poor dear is already too fucked out by all the sensations assaulting his body to register what Namjoon had said.

Namjoon laughs out loud, deciding that the omega needs a reward–if he really was that sensitive to begin with, then the dose of aphrodisiacs he'd been given would absolutely ruin him. He'd thought to take it slow for the first time, but well. It was hard to resist when the omega was practically begging you to use him, and Namjoon wasn't trying too hard to resist in the first place.

He took out his cock until just the tip was still in Seokjin's cunt, ramming it all the way in without warning. The omega's body jolted with the force with which Namjoon pounded in him, and if Seokjin's throat wasn't choking on a dildo gag right now, the omega would have been screaming.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Namjoon groans, feeling the omega come once again. "Just made to be a cumdump, sucking me in like that."

His knot forms embarrassingly fast, but then again, none of Namjoon's previous partners could ever hold a candle to Seokjin's cunt. He's shooting thick ropes of come into the omega, biding the time by nipping and licking at Seokjin's neck until the knot goes down.

Every instinct of Namjoon is telling him to mark and bite and claim claim claim , but he ignores it. Not yet. Not until he has broken Seokjin, and turned him into a personal doll just for himself.

Namjoon pulls out after the knot has deflated, caressing Seokjin's slightly distended stomach from all the come. The omega made a low whine when come leaked out of his cunt, his primal instincts clearly taken over now that he's barely in any form to think.

(Namjoon would fuck and fuck, until the omega is like that permanently. He goes hard at just the thought of it.)

Namjoon looks around for another toy to plug Seokjin's cunt so that he can keep the come in him like a good omega, smirking when he remembers the machine he had prepared for the man. It's a shame that Seokjin can't fully appreciate it right now, but Namjoon certainly will, and he wastes no time wheeling the fucking machine towards the base of the bed.

He lined up the pink, sparkly dildo up to Seokjin's gushing cunt, pressing the on switch. This machine was a particularly marvellous one, and it'd provide all kinds of stimulation by speeding up and slowing automatically, to keep the omega on edge the entire time.

"It's coated with an undiluted version of the aphrodisiac in your veins, by the way," Namjoon pleasantly informed the omega, even if Seokjin is too out of it to understand.

"Enjoy, princess. Daddy will see you tomorrow."

(Namjoon decides to keep the gag on too, coated in the same aphrodisiac, just like the suction cups still injecting into Seokjin's nipples. He hopes the omega has a wonderful night.)

Seokjin has been in his…care for a week, and Namjoon is delighted by how he's turning out.

The pretty thing had already lost the unsightly muscles and toned body he'd tried to pass off as an alpha's, now sporting soft curves like a proper omega made for breeding.

His breasts were a particular point of pride, because they had grown beautifully under Namjoon's daily administration of drugs and now resembled more the size of melons. They sagged to each side from their weight with Seokjin lying on his back, his now large nipples permanently erect and puffy.

"You s-sicko! You're back again!? Just wait till sho-someone catches what you're doing! Son of a-a bitch!"

Although, the omega didn't seem to have lost the attitude yet. Namjoon tched, shaking his head. He didn't know where the slut got the energy from after being plugged into a fucking and suction machine every night along with a shit ton of sex toys shoved into him, but it seemed that he needed to up the ante. He'd have to see how the princess would even be able to form a thought when he has three dildos up his gaping cunt and a doubled dose of the aphrodisiacs.

"You know doll, I had wondered whether to keep you gaged or not," Namjoon interrupted suddenly, making the omega pipe down. He was trying to put on a brave front, but Namjoon could see the fear in his eyes as clear as day.

(The trembling though, could just be from being fucked day in and day out. Namjoon loved it either way.)

That's one thing he'd need to work on later because good little omegas should be eager and excited about whatever their alpha wanted to do to them, but for now, Namjoon would enjoy the tears and dread. It was charming in its own way.

"But I decided against it. I've always liked how mouthy you are, even if that's not how you're supposed to talk to daddy anymore." Namjoon continued blithely, as if he was commenting on some inane topic and not his plans to take away even more of Seokjin's autonomy. To the alpha, it technically was a frivolous topic. Seokjin was his to do as he pleases, who cares how a toy is used?

"And I wouldn't be able to hear it soon, so I thought, why not enjoy it for now?"

"S-shut up. Trash." Seokjin protested weakly, exhausted from having a dildo ramming into him for hours and hours and hours. Namjoon chuckled, realizing the initial outburst had taken up all the meager energy the omega had managed to gather up.

Oh well. Still, no reason not to proceed with his plans and push him even more over the edge.

"I have a special thing for you today, beautiful," he informed, taking off the suction cups to free Seokjin's nipples. With the drugs he has today, the cups will finally get to be used for their proper purpose rather than just injecting things into his breasts.

"The thing is, I know you'd look gorgeous knocked up–" Namjoon began, smirking at the spike of fear that showed on Seokjin's face at the implication. "–but I don't have the patience to wait till that to taste your delicious breast milk. So we're going to start with that already, okay sweetheart?"

"N-no what the fu–"

Namjoon ignored Seokjin's weakened protests, pinching one of his nipples to inject the deep red liquid into it. He did it with the other as well, the omega writhing with pain.

"Yes sweetheart, it's going to hurt a bit," Namjoon said sympathetically. "But it's worth it to become a good doll for daddy, isn't it?"

Seokjin just screamed, the sound intensifying when Namjoon started sucking on his nipples. It made the pain almost reach an excruciating amount, and he was sure he had pissed himself at some point. The alpha didn't let go though, no matter how much he yelled or scrambled or shook.

"Mm," Namjoon hummed after he was done sucking and squeezing both of the omega's tits. "I can't wait till next time when I'll have your delicious milk in my mouth," he encouraged, but Seokjin's eyes had already rolled into the back of his head, the omega passed out from the pain.

Namjoon was sympathetic, he really was, but he couldn't do anything about it. If only Seokjin had behaved like a proper omega from the start, then maybe he wouldn't have had to go to such lengths to modify his body. But it was necessary now just because the dumb thing had tried to act like an alpha, which was a shame, really.

It was okay though, because once Seokjin had been turned into Namjoon's precious doll, the alpha would lavish him with all the love and care in the world like he deserves. It just took a little bit of pain to get there.

He gave the omega one last kiss, leaving him on the bed like that, sobbing and writhing.

Seokjin looks beautiful the next morning, nipples large and swollen as if begging to be sucked. What Namjoon was more interested in was the changes inside his breast, and he didn't even give his usual good morning while immediately walking up to the omega and squeezing his breast.

Seokjin lets out a loud squeal, milk spurting out of his breast.

"Da-daddy," he gasped, the pain making him obedient. His tits looked painfully full and swollen, and Namjoon can well imagine how much it would have hurt the whole night– he knew how fast the drugs were supposed to work. The poor dear couldn't even have milked himself because of his tied hands.

"It's okay sweetie, daddy's here now," he assured with a gentle smile. "Let alpha take care of you."

The omega looked to be an amusing mix of fearful and eager at whatever Namjoon was about to do, and the alpha put him out of the misery of uncertainty by climbing over the bed to straddle the doll. He bent down, latching his mouth onto one of those deliciously puffy nipples. Thick, creamy milk immediately burst onto his tongue, and Namjoon moaned at the taste. Fuck, this is exactly what he had wanted.

"I'm– I'm sorry," Seokjin cried, squirming and moaning and seemingly unaware of what he was saying as Namjoon continued to suck onto his sensitive tits like a man depraved. His other hand came to knead and grope at Seokjin's other breast, milk spurting out of it and running down the omega's skin in thick rivulets. Seokjin keeps up a constant stream of "sorry daddy", mixed with his choked-off moans and sweet cries.

He lets go when he sucked the tit dry, lips detaching from the nipple with an obscene pop. Namjoon gives the nipple an experimental flick with his tongue for good measure, making the omega practically arch his back off the bed with how he wailed.

"Fuck, you're the most perfect doll I've ever seen," Namjoon grunted in appreciation, making quick work of sucking whatever was left in the other tit, and then pulling the omega into a forceful kiss so that he could taste his own milk.

Seokjin's whole body trembles from the overstimulation, the omega looking up at Namjoon with dazed eyes after he breaks apart from the kiss. There's milk running down his chest and chin, and Namjoon thinks the omega had never looked more attractive.

"So-sowwy-I'm–"

Namjoon smiles, caressing Seokjin's cheek. "What do you keep apologizing for, baby? You're such a lovely gift in itself."

"Ple-pleash," the omega begged, tired and slurring– "pleash, I'm–I'm sowwry–let me go–daddy–"

"Oh baby," Namjoon smiles sympathetically, feeling pity at the omega's naive hopes. "This is not a punishment, sweetheart. Daddy's turning you into the perfect wife for him because he loves you so much." He pauses, pressing a sweet kiss to the omega's forehead.

"Wh-whatsh tha'?" The omega slurred, turning unfocused towards the tray in Namjoon's hands as he rode through yet another orgasm, his entire body spasming. Seokjin was a proper wreck by this point, too tired to fight him on anything. But he still clung onto his non-existent dignity, mind refusing to break.

The omega had learnt by now that yelling only leads to punishment, but that doesn't mean he's docile about it. He still refuses to call Namjoon "daddy" or be more cooperative than the bare minimum, and it's obvious that the latter is because he still believes that he will be rescued and has to hold out till then.

Namjoon has plans to correct the omega's mind, but he's biding his time until he finishes dealing with Seokjin's body first. Although it's thrilling when he sees peeks of the real Seokjin peeking out more and more often, the omega slipping up in the heat of sex and wantonly moaning for more.

Today too, he looked beautiful, stomach enlarged from the come Namjoon had fucked into him that morning before leaving for work.

"Just a little surprise for you, baby. How can I make you my wife without a proper proposal ring? I can't believe I forgot till now."

The omega's face, which had paled when he heard the word surprise–because they were never nice– looked white as a sheet when he heard Namjoon's plans for his future.

"N-no, Sheo-se-seokjinnie doeshnt need a ring–"

"Shh, dear. Just let alpha spoil you."

Namjoon looked down at the finger he had put on Seokjin's lips to shush him, and he wondered once again if he should gag Seokjin. But he instantly decided against it, a dark smile curling across his lips as he thought about the delightful scream the omega would let out.

Especially when he's so sensitive like this, from the drugs that have been pumping into him for two weeks now? Oh, he's in for a treat.

Namjoon took off his hand and sat down beside Seokjin's crotch instead, taking up a needle from the tray. He pierced it through his clit without any warning, and Seokjin didn't disappoint, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

Namjoon clasped a metal hoop through the hole, adorning Seokjin's clit with a pretty ring.

"There you go, baby," he smiled, taking a couple of photos to upload on social media. "Now we're engaged, see?"

Seokjin didn't respond except for broken sobs, making Namjoon smile fondly as he took out a chain to attach to the ring. The omega got teary so easily, it was adorable. Namjoon couldn't help but take a couple more photos before attaching the chain to the hoop, making a makeshift leash.

"Oh, look, sweetheart," Namjoon said suddenly at the constant pinging of his phone. "Your pretty cunt already got so many comments, it seems everyone in the office loves it."

Seokjin cried harder from the shame, distraught at the fact that other people have seen the filthy, obscene state he is in.

"N-no–"

"Hm, how about we pay them a visit?" Namjoon asked, interrupting the disbelieving omega who was in denial. "Didn't you miss them so much, baby? Used to yell at me every day about the company?"

"P-pleashe no–"

And then Namjoon is shoving his cock in Seokjin's mouth, the omega shutting up and dutifully sucking on it.

(Maybe if he's good enough then the alpha would decide to keep him locked up and not show him to other people.)

(Or maybe Seokjin just wanted cock. He doesn't know anymore.)

The first couple of days, no one sees Seokjin. He's taken through the private elevator directly into his office–the CEO's office–why is Namjoon here that's supposed to be his position and Seokjin wants to scream–

He cannot scream, though, because he's forced to cockwarm the alpha with his mouth for hours until the workday is over, all while having several different toys shoved up his cunt and ass. And whatever drug Namjoon gives him makes him feel heavy and lethargic, and Seokjin knows he wouldn't be able to try to make a run for it without the alpha catching him. And that would mean pain .

Sometimes, Namjoon makes him rub his cock with his large breasts while ordering him that he better not spill any of his milk on the alpha's pants.

But Seokjin can't help it because his nipples are just so leaky and his breasts are so full and so he ends up getting punished. Namjoon's eyes are dark and amused when he talks of the punishment, and Seokjin thinks he pisses himself a little from the fear coursing through him. He can't tell, because he's always so wet now. Maybe it was just his slick that was always gushing out, or maybe it was the come the alpha had fucked into him.

What he does know, is that pain is coming whenever the alpha looks amused.

The next morning, Seokjin wakes up to find heart-shaped pasties on his nipples and cunt, and knee-high socks around his legs. It's a strange change from the sex toys he usually has shoved in or on him instead, and fear grips Seokjin.

"There is something special planned today," Namjoon announces after he'd eaten breakfast and Seokjin had been forced to swallow the alpha's come after sucking him off, and taken his daily injections in his now permanently swollen clit and nipples. "I'm sure you miss your precious employees, don't you princess?"

Seokjin is confused, and maybe he should have connected the dots already, but he doesn't know. His thoughts have been sluggish lately, and thinking gets harder and harder.

Namjoon doesn't explain, just grabbing him by the chain attached to his clit piercing and leading him to the car like always, wrists locked in heart-shaped handcuffs. Seokjin is made to bounce on his cock the entire card ride, moaning and dribbling spit and milk onto both himself and the alpha's clothes, which is also weird. Wasn't Nini being punished in the first place for making a mass?

It gets even weirder when they take the main entrance this time, and it finally clicks for Seokjin. Oh. Oh no .

He attempts to cover himself with his bound hands, shame making him go pink. A part of the reason why he hadn't tried too hard to seek help was the fact that Seokjin didn't want anyone to see him like this, alpha and CEO Kim Seokjin, reduced to a sex doll– and here he was– being dragged by a chain in the hands of an alpha that was below him– being leered at by the guards and employees and even the janitors and some traitorous part of him wonder if they'd try to push a broomstick up his cunt–

Namjoon bends him over the reception desk, and Seokjin's gaze meets the stunned eyes of the receptionist.

"Present yourself, princess," the man commands, and Seokjin had to fight every instinct in his body that is screaming at him to obey alpha .

Namjoon gives a disappointed sigh when Seokjin stubbornly refuses despite slick dripping down his cunt and onto the floor, making a mess.

"Can someone come and help? My doll is malfunctioning." The alpha drawls, and Seokjin lets out a yelp when he feels two people take hold of each of his ass cheeks and pull them sideways to reveal his pink asshole and wet cunt.

"Thank you," Namjoon says smoothly, turning towards the crowd that had gathered, lust in their eyes as they looked at their former CEO.

"He'd be here in the lobby from today onwards, until time indefinite," Namjoon announced. "Everyone is free to use this doll, and if any guest is here, please inform them as well."

The announcement is met by stunned silence and then raucous cheers and hooting, a few brave alphas even approaching Seokjin who was still bent over the desk.

"Can we…?"

Namjoon smiles at them, flourishing his hand towards the omega. "Be my guest. You're all precious employees."

They grin, attacking Seokjin without any delay, grabbing and groping and clawing off the flimsy heart-shaped pasties. Namjoon looks on with amusement as the omega is absolutely swarmed by people, cocks shoved into his mouth, cunt, ass, and even in his cheeks and armpits. Those who couldn't get there fast enough start jerking off over him instead, showering the omega with their come all over. Some even push their cocks into Seokjin's massive breasts, a weird mix of fucking and milking.

Namjoon fondly shakes his head and turns on his heels to go to his office, deciding he'd come to collect the doll after five pm and have his own fun in the car.

(Before he goes though, he sees an overstimulated omega grab onto the cocks near his hand, jerking them off by pure habit. Namjoon grins and takes a photo of the scene, proud of the omega finally becoming what he was supposed to be. A whore, existing just to please alphas.

Seokjin doesn't know what is going on anymore, the day just an endless loop of cocks and cocks and cocks but they're so wonderful and he wants to get fucked even more but no everyone is looking and what is he doing and it's been hours already he needs to escape–

Help, Seokjin mouthed weakly, but everyone was too busy using him to pay him any attention. One person did see it though, mostly because he was trying to come on Seokjin's face.

He laughed cruelly, telling so that everyone else could hear. "Hey everyone! The bitch is asking for help! Help, he says!"

The others stared at the man before the entire room broke out in laughter. Seokjin felt more tears escape his eyes, but his gaze was vacant. Here he was, humiliated and used by the people who worked under him. Even now someone was continuing to milk his tits while laughing at his predicament.

He felt the cock in his cunt pull out–or did it? Seokjin was always so full nowadays, he doesn't know when his cunt has a cock in it and when it doesn't.

He does feel someone step on his cunt, though, gasping and crying when the sole of the polished shoe ground down on his cunt, the chain on his clit digging painfully into him and sending jolts up his body.

"Worthless slut," the person says, and Seokjin feels like he should know the voice. He should recognize the people who he worked with, but all he can think of is how dehumanizing all this is and how he hates himself that he feels empty already and can someone fill him up with cock again please–

The grinding stops and the alpha presses the tip of his shoe into Seokjin's cunt as he laughs, leaning closer to the omega's face. "Help? How fucking naive are you? We all hate you, always strutting around like a little bitch."

"Good riddance," someone crows from his side, and Seokjin's eyes widen when his cheek gets slapped with a heavy cock. The others laugh at that, and someone takes that moment to come on his face, making Seokjin scrunch up his eyes.

"Whore got what he deserves, didn't he?" Another person asks rhetorically. "All that arrogance, just to be a come dumpster."

"I'm glad Namjoon-ssi took over the company," yet another says, pushing his cock into Seokjin's mouth. "Gave us such a pretty plaything, too."

Seokjin feels more tears pricking his eyes, but he doesn't fight them anymore. People continue to laugh and fuck and use him, the omega losing track of how many times he'd been come and pissed on, how many times he's been forced to orgasm.

What's the point of resisting? Everyone hated him. Everything Seokjin has worked and sweated for has been taken away by an alpha.

His sense prickles when said alpha approaches the room, and he doesn't know how many hours it has been. All he knows is that alpha sent the others away. Alpha rescued Nini from the bad people who hate him. He thought he was supposed to be mad at alpha for something, but his mind was too fuzzy from the pounding and sex for him to think.

"Da–daddy," he whispered, breathing in the familiar scent.

"I'm so proud of how far you've come, princess," Namjoon said, smiling down at the wrecked omega on the floor. Seokjin's body twitches, and Namjoon takes that as his cue that the omega is listening. He bends down to get close to his face, grabbing his chin to make the dazed toy look at him. "Daddy will reward you. From tomorrow, you'd be allowed to wear clothes."

Hope flashes in the omega's eyes, and Namjoon chuckles darkly. He had a feeling that his plans were very different from whatever Seokjin was imagining right now. No need to dash the cutie's hopes now when he looked so cute with his sparkling eyes, he'd find out tomorrow anyway. He let him go, straightening himself and leaving the room.

(But first, he lovingly picks up Seokjin to carry the fucked out doll to his car. The floor was uncomfortable, and Namjoon still hadn't had his turn with the toy.)

Seokjin wakes up moaning, unsurprised to find the vibrators already attached to his nipples and clit. Namj–dadd–Namjoon? Doesn't put toys inside his cunt anymore, and he's not allowed to use the fucking machine except for his mouth either. A part of him (doll? what was his name again?) whines at the loss and desperately hopes for it, but another part of him is always screaming and crying. Seokjin doesn't know. It's confusing and his head hurt whenever he starts thinking too much about it, but it's okay. Na–daddy always comes to visit him and plays with him and then he doesn't have to think about anything else other than daddy's cock and knot and come. The vibrators are nice and he can already feel himself on the edge, but nothing is like having a cock inside him.

Today too, daddy comes to visit him with a beautiful smile and a "Good morning, princess," making Seokjin brighten up. Seokjin orgasmed for the second time that morning from the vibrators with a loud moan, right when Namjoon entered the room. He was just starting to start thinking too much, but daddy's here! Which means his head won't hurt anymore!

"You seem happy today," daddy murmured, giving Seokjin a good morning kiss. "Is my baby that excited for his present?"

Seokjin frowned in confusion, but it was soon smoothed over into another dopey smile. For some reason, he wanted to cry and frown and fight, but it was hard to grab any of those fleeting emotions. Why was he angry when daddy was here with him? He's too stupid to understand, so he stops thinking about it and whines to daddy for his cock instead. Seokjin really really wants it, he has been empty for a whole night! Daddy was mean .

"Soon, sweetheart." Daddy just chuckles, tugging on the chain of his clittie. It hurts enough to make Seokjin tear up, but daddy pays him no heed. "How about daddy show you something nice first?"

"Something nice?" Seokjin asked. What can be better than daddy's cock?

Daddy just smiles and nods, tying a silk cloth around Seokjin's eyes. Seokjin doesn't like the dark because that means he can't see daddy's beautiful dimples, but daddy told him dollies don't complain. And he wants to be the best dolly for daddy!

(A part of him thinks that maybe someday he had other, grander dreams, but Seokjin isn't sure if that part of him is real. All he had ever known was daddy's scent and daddy's hands and daddy's love.)

Daddy leads him somewhere, eventually taking off the blindfold. Seokjin's eyes meet rows and rows of clothes, and he realizes the full room is just for clothes and gasps, remembering the reward daddy had promised him.

"Do you like it, baby? It's all for you."

"Aaaall for Nini?"

"Of course, princess," Namjoon chuckled. "Now why don't you show daddy how grateful you are, and then daddy will show you the outfit he has planned for today?"

Seokjin nodded excitedly, lying on the floor and bending in half so that his legs were meeting his shoulder, just like daddy had taught him. It was embarrassing and the omega always got urges to stop doing that and cover himself, but daddy had always praised him for his flexibility whenever Seokjin presented his cunnie like this. Nini liked being praised by daddy, he'd do anything for it.

"Very good, baby," Daddy praised, strong hands grabbing onto Seokjin's thighs as he inserted his face among his legs to lick a fat stripe up his cunt. Seokjin squealed, the sound encouraging Namjoon to tongue him even deeper. The omega's slick was addictive, all milky and sweet just like his scent and Namjoon could never get enough. He slurped and licked and put his tongue inside Seokjin's cunt, the omega moaning and coming with just having his slick lapped up.

"Hng–da-daddy!"

Namjoon paid no heed to the omega, moving on to suck on his clit. He ached to bring out his cock and put it in the omega that was practically begging for it, but resisted and moved back instead, resolved to do it after he has dressed up his pretty doll.

"Stay like this while daddy brings your outfit," Namjoon commanded, and the omega obeyed as he remained in that position, shamelessly presenting his cunt.

He gathered the things, ordering Seokjin to stand up and dress in front of Namjoon. The omega did as he was told, putting on the pink, frilly, princess-like dress that was tailored for him. It was transparent, and too tight in the chest in a way that made the omega's tits press together in a delightful manner, and the frilly skirt parted in the middle to show his cunt. Namjoon brought out the final accessory to accompany the tiny tiara and jeweled butt plug he just gave the omega–a pretty ribbon that wrapped around the piercing of his clit, adorning the little thing perfectly.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, whistling lowly. The omega looked absolutely sinful .

"How do you feel, baby?"

Seokjin looked up at him with sparkling eyes and hands balled up in cute fists. "Daddy! 'hank you! Nini lovesh it!"

(Seokjin's head hurts. Thoughts of shirts and suits and powerful alphas flash in his head, but he dispels them with a groan.)

He leaps forward to wrap his arms around his daddy, giving him a biiig kiss on the lips to show his thanks.

"You're welcome," Daddy replies, capturing his lips in another kiss. It's nothing like the one he gave daddy–the alpha had forced his tongue inside Seokjin's mouth, and his lips parted willingly enough to let daddy have his way with him when he realized what was going on.

They break apart with a string of saliva connecting their tongues, and Seokjin wonders if daddy knows about the wetness dripping from his cunnie. Would daddy lick it clean again if he asked very politely?

"Liked the dress that much, did you?" Namjoon asked, and Seokjin is already babbling about how pretty he feels in it. But there's a struggle in how the omega speaks, and then suddenly he said something that Namjoon hadn't expected. Judging from the way Seokjin immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, the omega hadn't either.

"–but da–Namjo–daddy, everyone will see Nini…it's embarrassing."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at the misstep, but that seemed to drive Seokjin into a panic that he disappointed his daddy, so he tamped down on it and curved his lips in a small instead to make his princess relax. After all, it wasn't his fault.

"I suppose you'd need one last push," Namjoon murmured, ignoring Seokjin's curious tilt of his head. The doll's attention span was short anyway, and he soon went back to twirling happily in his dress and thanking Namjoon with his lips and cunt.

Yes. Seokjin was almost there, ready to be his perfect little princess. Namjoon just had to stamp out the last vestiges of his old life from him.

Seokjin felt pretty today, dressed up in the cute doll-like clothes daddy had gotten him. There was a heart-shaped hole that his tits were squeezed through and transparent, lacy panties that barely covered his cunt under the extremely small skirt.

He peeked out of the curtains, looking at daddy on the stage who was saying something. They were at something called a press conference, and there was such a big crowd there! Seokjin was embarrassed to stand on the stage in front of them, but daddy had told him the event was for him and drilled the script in his head.

"I'd like the former CEO to come on the stage, and make things official."

That was his cue to come to the mic! He didn't know what CEO meant, but apparently, that was him? Nini was just Nini though.

Seokjin walked over to stand next to daddy, nervousness growing when he heard the murmurs that spread through the crowd at the sight of him. But daddy grabs his ass encouragingly, and that gives him strength.

"H-hello!" He greeted. There was a flash of photos, making him blink in surprise. "U-um, I have an annon–an announsh-ment to make. I have sthepped down from CEO, and the posishion now belongsh to daddy–I mean, Kim Namjoon."

A reporter stands up. "What are your plans now, Mr. Kim?"

Seokjin wrung his hands, looking at daddy who smiled at him. He takes a deep breath, addressing the reporter. "Nini ish a good omega, Nini wantsh to sherve daddy and be his shex dolly."

"Very well said," daddy praises, hugging Seokjin from behind. "Just like how daddy taught you."

The alpha suddenly bites down sharply on his scent gland, making Seokjin let out a squeal. His body feels funny, and daddy's addicting scent feels like it's everywhere, clouding his dumb mind even more. He's– he's being mated in front of everyone! Nini is finally worthy of being daddy's mate!

Daddy pushes him down and orders him to present, and Seokjin scrambles to do so, ass up towards daddy. He's faced towards the strangers, and Seokjin feels himself go pink at the thought of so many people watching daddy mate him. It's kind of nice, though, and they even have cameras! Nini hopes that they take lots and lots of good pictures!

Daddy teases him by pulling his panties aside and pressing just his tip against Seokjin's wet cunt, making the omega whine and beg. "Daddy…put it in! Put the cock in Nini'sh w-womb! Pleash!"

He feels more than sees the smirk on the alpha's face, strong hands coming to grab onto Seokjin's waist. Seokjin thinks the mic is still working even from this distance, broadcasting his every beg to the crowd. He hopes daddy wouldn't get mad at him for it.

"As you say, princess."

That's the only warning he gets before daddy shoves his cock in all the way, but that's fine. Seokjin is used to it by now because daddy doesn't like taking it slow unless he's teasing him, and the alpha always praises how easy the slide is because of all the slick Nini makes and how his cunt is practically molded around Namjoon's cock anyway after all the fucking.

He moans wantonly, coming repeatedly as daddy pounds into him. At some point daddy had told him to smile for the cameras, so Nini tried to smile and give them peace signs, despite the drool running down his mouth and the milk shooting out of his breasts.

Daddy knots him like that, holding the omega by the waist until he finishes coming in him. And right when Seokjin thinks it's done and his cunnie can't hold any more come, there's a hot stream of…something hitting his walls.

His moans are loud when he realizes what it is, and Seokjin comes again just from the knowledge that his alpha is pissing in him. Marking Nini's cunnie and showing everyone who it belongs to.

"A-alpha! Daddy! Mwore!" He begs, uselessly clenching his cunt after the alpha had pulled out his knot. He doesn't want any of daddy's precious gifts to drip down! Nini wants to keep it all in!

"I'm sorry baby," daddy apologizes. "I could give you more, but these nice reporters have been waiting for so long. Don't they deserve a turn at using my mate too?"

A reporter raises his hand as if to ask a question, and Namjoon nods at him. The man stands up, mic to his face. "Mr. Kim, is it true that you'll let us use the whore?"

Namjoon smirked, gesturing at the wrecked omega on the floor. "Why not let the whore answer that? Speak, baby."

Seokjin's slow brain takes a minute to understand what's going on, but when he finally gets it, he nods vigorously and looks at the reporter with sparkling eyes. "Y-yesh! Nini lovesh cock! Everyone can ush-use Nini, Nini's the best dollie!"

That's all the encouragement the rabid crowd needed before they break out on the Seokjn, fucking and coming and shoving cocks on every inch they can grab of the omega.

Namjoon takes a chair and watches the entire thing, a hand wrapped around his cock as he pumps it jerkily. He has just finished coming when he spies movement from his side, surprise flitting across his face when he sees who it is.

"Ah, Seokjin's mother and brother. Welcome."

The woman sniffs imperiously, just as arrogant as her son used to be. Namjoon hadn't expected Seokjin's parents to be here considering how strained the omega's relationship was with them.

"Broke him, have you?" His mother asked, looking towards where Seokjin was being gleefully fucked by the crowd.

"Just made him what he was supposed to be," Namjoon answered with a polite smile.

Seokjin's brother snorted. "All that fighting to take over this company after dad died and yet that's how he ends up. Guess you can't change your nature."

"Do you…wish to contest it being handed over to me instead?" Namjoon asked, unsure of where this was going. He was definitely not going to hand over the company though, Namjoon had set his sights on it for far too long. Of course, he hadn't expected to find an easier way of going around obtaining it than climbing the corporate ladder, but here he was.

"Don't be silly," Mrs. Kim said with a round twist of her lips. "We have enough sources of business, there is no need to take the leftovers of this one company. The Kim family are not beggars." Her eyes turned again towards Seokjin, who was loudly asking for cock. "Well. Except one, I suppose."

Namjoon laughed, shaking his head. "His begging is cute, though. Are you sure you don't want to, ah, meet your son? I'm sure Mr. Kim here would like it."

"No thank you, I prefer my sluts with a bit more dignity," Seokjin's brother answered with a bored tone. "Do take care of him though."

"I will," Namjoon promised, a bit surprised at the phrase. Seokjin and his family hated each other, but he supposed a brother was a brother. A smile played on his lips as he watched the two stalk off, his gaze turning back to his beautiful omega.

Oh, he will. Seokjin won't want for anything as long as Namjoon lives.

Seokjin woke up smiling, snuggled in the arms of his alpha, and with pleasant sunlight streaming into the room. Alpha had bought this house for them after their marriage, and Nini couldn't be happier.

Well…actually, there is something that'd make him happier.

"Daddy," he whined softly, hesitant to wake up the alpha. But he'd said that Nini can tell him anything and he'd give Nini the world, so he tried to shove down the hesitation. Daddy will never get mad at him.

"Daddy," he tried again, and daddy opened his eyes this time.

"Yeah, love?"

The omega blushed at the nickname, giving his daddy a cute kiss. "Can Nini r-ride your cock? Nini feels sho emptyyy~"

"Of course, sweetie," Namjoon agreed, rolling onto his back, a tent already forming in his boxers at the doll's request. "Feel free."

"'hank you!" Seokjin warbled as he eagerly climbed onto the alpha's cock after pushing down his boxers, making Namjoon smile at how cute the omega was. Seokjin was nothing more than a dumb bitch now, the poor dear not even being able to speak properly. Namjoon loved it.

He watched the omega start bouncing on it, huge breasts moving up and down along with him as he rode Namjoon's cock, breast milk flying from his nipples. The sensitive little thing had already come three times before Namjoon's knot even formed, the omega already drooling and eyes almost rolling back from the multiple orgasms that pushed him even more over the edge each time.

Namjoon laughed at his beloved whore of a wife, tugging on his hand so that Seokjin was lying on top of his chest until the knot deflated.

"Daddy?"

"Mm."

"Do you really have to go?" Seokjin pouted, making grabby hands at the laughing alpha. "Nini misshes daddy sho much all day and thinks about daddy'sh cock aaalll the time."

"I'm sorry princess," Namjoon apologized, tucking a strand behind the omega's ear and giving him a deep, filthy kiss. "I'd love to stay home to fill up my needy wife, but daddy has to go to work. Why don't you use the new fucking machine daddy got you? It can even milk you!"

"Nooo," Seokjin complained, pout intensifying. Daddy always left him in the morning to do his Big Alpha Job, which Nini didn't understand all that much. But that's okay, he's a dumb omega, after all. He only has to think about being a good wife to daddy!

"Not the same! Wan' daddy! Can Nini come with you today?"

Namjoon seemed to contemplate it, before he graced Nini with a flash of his dimples. "If that's what you want. Be sure to wear that new dress I bought you, okay?"

"Nini will! Thank you dadsh–daddy!"

The alpha playfully tugged on his nipple, making Seokjin squeal. "Daddy's the only one in this world who loves you, you know that right, baby? But if you're good, maybe the others will like you too."

"Nini doeshnt care," Seokjin declared, grinding his cunnie against daddy's hand in the hopes that he'd touch Nini down there. "Daddy'sh love ish the only 'hing I ne-need."

Namjoon smiled darkly, manhandling the omega so that he suddenly found his face pressed against the mattress. "That's right," Namjoon purred, deciding to grant the omega's wishes. His wife would be passed around the office later anyway, might as well make it easier for them by fucking the hole again.

"Daddy is the only person you need."