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Yoongi's alpha steered him towards the reception desk, one large hand at the small of his naked back, the other holding onto the short lead attached to his collar.
"Welcome to the omega massage clinic," the beta receptionist behind the counter said, smiling kindly. "What can I do for you today?"
"Morning," Namjoon said cheerily, hand shifting down to squeeze Yoongi's asscheek. "I've booked my omega in for a massage."
"Perfect. What kind of massage would you like?" the receptionist asked, addressing Namjoon directly and ignoring Yoongi. "We have the whole body massage, the classic nipple massage, and our newest treatment, the bottom massage…"
"Yoongi will have the bottom massage," Namjoon stated firmly.
Yoongi whimpered behind his gag. He didn't want a bottom massage. He wanted to go home.
Namjoon squeezed his ass warningly and tugged at his lead. "Behave."
"Perfect," the receptionist beamed again. "We take half the payment before and half after, does that work for you?"
"Works for me," Namjoon smiled.
Half an hour later, Yoongi was strapped onto a padded massage table on his hands and knees. He was naked apart from his collar, but then that was nothing new - Namjoon didn't allow him to wear clothes, even when out in public. His wrists were bound together, secured at the top of the table, and his legs were parted and strapped in at the bottom.
A friendly alpha in Valentino culottes and a white lab jacket guided him into place, rubbing his naked rump. "That's it, good boy. Are you excited for your treatment today, Yoongi?"
Yoongi wasn't, but there was no point in saying this. It wasn't as if he could speak coherently anyway, with Namjoon's favourite ball gag still strapped around his head. Namjoon ensured that Yoongi was gagged around 75% of the time, only ungagging him at mealtimes and when he wanted a blowjob. As such Yoongi was unused to speaking.
He nodded shakily, looking up at the alpha, his long fringe falling across his face.
"Sweet," the alpha smiled, giving Yoongi's hair a ruffle. "You're going to enjoy it. And I think your alpha will enjoy it even more."
Yoongi looked up, through the large glass window opposite him. Namjoon was on the other side in another small room, sitting on a comfortable chair and watching him.
"There are mics throughout the room, so your alpha will be able to hear everything, don't you worry," the alpha said kindly, rubbing his back. Yoongi jolted at the light touch, flushing with humiliation. Namjoon would be able to hear everything.
"Right, let's begin."
Yoongi felt the drip of oil on his shoulder blades, and then the alpha was leaning over him, rubbing the sweet-smelling liquid into his muscles.
It felt good. Yoongi sighed through the gag, relaxing a bit. His eyes fluttered closed, and he gave himself up to the soothing touch, as the alpha worked over his back meticulously.
"That's it," the alpha hummed. "Just relax."
Yoongi rarely received soothing touch like this. Namjoon wasn't the kindest of alphas.
The alpha massaged Yoongi's neck muscles, which were particularly sore from the rough throat fucking he'd received from Namjoon the evening prior. He sighed again in pleasure and dropped his head, letting the alpha work the knots from the top of his spine.
"Good boy."
Yoongi flushed again, this time with satisfaction. The alpha was being so nice to him, and with his head dropped like this he couldn't see Namjoon at all. Maybe the massage wouldn't be so bad…
Gradually the alpha's hands moved lower, until they were massaging the small of Yoongi's back. It felt so good - all the tension being eased from his body. Yoongi groaned quietly into the gag.
Then they began massaging his ass, groping his perky cheeks and digging into the muscles. It felt extremely good. Yoongi closed his eyes and lost himself to the pleasure, unsure of whether he would ever receive such relaxing touch ever again.
"Nice and relaxed?" the alpha murmured, and Yoongi nodded. "OK, now we're going to make things a bit wetter."
Yoongi heard the click of a bottle cap, the drizzle of liquid. A thicker substance than oil was being spread over his ass. Sweet smelling. Lube?
The alpha's touch changed from kneading to rubbing, fingers gliding in light and teasing circles.
"Feel good?"
Yoongi nodded again. It certainly did.
"Right, I'm going to remove your gag now, Yoongi."
The alpha moved round to the front and unbuckled the gag from the back of his head. Sluggish, it took Yoongi a few moments to realise what was happening.
"Nuh-" he protested, then, "No!" as the gag was fully removed, a trail of saliva dribbling out across the floor. "Not allowed!"
Namjoon was sure to punish him if he saw Yoongi ungagged without permission.
"Shh," the alpha soothed, rubbing Yoongi's slick back calmly. "Your alpha has given explicit permission for you to be ungagged."
Yoongi calmed down a bit, looking up at Namjoon for confirmation. Namjoon nodded, smiling. He was palming his cock through the material of his jeans.
Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, and then a sigh of pleasure, as the alpha began stroking up and down the inside of his thighs, spreading the lube over his skin.
"Shh," the alpha cooed, continuing to calm him. "You're a good boy, aren't you? You would never do anything without your alpha's permission."
Yoongi whimpered a little, looking back down at his bound hands. He felt agitated without the smooth familiar weight of the gag in his mouth. Exposed. Now the alphas would be able to hear exactly how the massage was affecting him.
The alpha's firm hands moved up to his ass cheeks, kneading them again. Yoongi bit his lip.
"Look at this plump little bottom," the alpha murmured, leaning over to whisper in Yoongi's ear. "All wet and slicked up for me."
Yoongi whimpered quietly, forgetting to bite his lip. His pussy was extremely wet, slick dripping down to mix with the lube at the tops of his thighs.
"I wonder if you're wet everywhere," the alpha murmured in a stage-whisper, fingers dancing down to graze very gently over Yoongi's smooth outer lips. Namjoon kept him waxed at all times, so that he was more sensitive to touch.
Yoongi jolted, limbs shaking. He didn't want the alpha to touch there. He didn't want to be tied down to this table, open and empty and aching with arousal, Namjoon watching him through the glass.
"Shh, this is all part of the massage, Yoongi. It's what your alpha wants for you," the alpha told him. "Stay still for me, darling."
Yoongi quivered. The alpha stroked over his hanging outer lips, and then over his inner ones, coating their fingers in Yoongi's slick.
Yoongi moaned quietly, his eyes clenched shut. The gentle touch felt so, so nice. Namjoon never touched him like this.
"That's it," the alpha encouraged, and began flicking Yoongi's wet inner lips back and forth.
"Oh-" Yoongi moaned, before he could stop himself.
"Let's give this naughty bottom a nice rub shall we?" the alpha said kindly.
They began to rub two fingers down the slit of Yoongi's pussy to just below his clit, up and down, up and down. Yoongi's swollen clit twitched every time, anticipating touch but never receiving it.
Every time his clit twitched, Yoongi let out a cut-off, helpless moan. The alpha was touching him there and he couldn't stop them. Only his alpha was allowed to touch him there.
The alpha chuckled at his moans and rubbed faster, spreading his lips apart with one hand so that they could rub broad circles over Yoongi's stretched out pussy.
Yoongi drooled onto the massage table, looking up at the glass. Namjoon was slowly jerking himself off, staring at Yoongi hungrily. Yoongi could see his dick clearly, disappearing in and out of his large fist.
"You're making your alpha very happy, Yoongi," the alpha said. "Good job." They stopped rubbing and began to spank Yoongi's inner pussy lips with hard, sharp hits.
Yoongi's mouth fell open at the sudden change in touch, and he let out a startled cry.
"Ah!"
spank spank spank
"Who's a good omega?" the alpha teased him, in between spanks. "Getting your bottom massaged for your alpha."
"Me," Yoongi sobbed. "I-I'm a good omega."
spank
"That's right. Ohhh, you're leaking a lot, aren't you? "
It was true - Yoongi's slick completely coated the alpha's hands, making their spanks wet and sloppy.
"Such a clever omega, making so much slick for me."
Yoongi sobbed into his bound hands as the alpha rubbed and rubbed his throbbing pussy, giving him the occasional hard slap.
"Time to massage inside," the alpha decided after a while. Yoongi could hear the smile in their voice. They gave Yoongi's lips one more firm rub and then started to massage the opening of his pussy, where all the slick was dripping out.
"N-no!" Yoongi whimpered, before he could stop himself.
The alpha tutted, as if Yoongi was being completely unreasonable. "It's part of the treatment darling, you know this."
They dipped two fingers inside, curling their fingers into his walls. Yoongi jerked, pleasure shooting through him.
"Look at your alpha," the alpha commanded, as they began to fuck open Yoongi's pussy, starting with two fingers and gradually working up to four, their pace increasing.
Yoongi watched Namjoon jerk himself off as the alpha fucked him. Namjoon's jeans were around his ankles now and he was sat low in the leather chair, hand moving furiously.
"Tell him you miss him and wish he was here."
"M-miss you," Yoongi whimpered, as the alpha hit his spongy cervix repeatedly with their fingers. "W-ah! Wish you were here."
Yoongi watched Namjoon cum messily with a silent cry.
"Ah, it seems we need a bigger tool to massage inside," the alpha informed him seriously, as if Yoongi wasn't shivering and moaning, gushing slick. "You need to get off the table for me, darling."
The alpha unstrapped his hands and legs but left Yoongi's wrists tied together in front of him. They helped him down from the massage table shakily, hands under his arms to keep him from falling. His legs felt like jelly and his pussy was distressingly empty.
"Stay there for me," the alpha ordered, then moved away to fetch something from what looked like a fridge in the corner of the room. Yoongi watched them, trembling. Their Valentino culottes were all wet with his slick.
They returned, holding a huge, curved metal toy.
"Close your eyes for me sweetheart," the alpha told him. "And bend over."
Yoongi obeyed, and the alpha eased the ice-cold metal into Yoongi's pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Yoongi sobbed, hot pussy pulsing and fluttering around the cold metal dildo, unsure of whether to reject or welcome the intrusion. The sensation was such a strange mixture of unbearable and pleasurable, the thick unyielding metal a solid weight inside of him.
"That's it, good boy," the alpha praised, ruffling his hair with one wet hand. They took hold of Yoongi's shoulders and led him over to the window. Yoongi's pussy clung to the massive intrusion, half of it dangling out of him, forcing him to waddle.
A staff omega was servicing Namjoon now, their head in his lap, his hands curled in their hair. He was fucking into their mouth roughly, eyes fixed on Yoongi.
"Say hello to your alpha, Yoongi," the alpha commanded calmly, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Yoongi trembled, mouthing a meek, "Hello," through the glass.
Namjoon smiled at him, them tilted his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure, fucking the omega's mouth faster.
The alpha turned Yoongi round and bent him over, so that Namjoon could see where the metal toy dangled from his pussy.
Yoongi stared down at the clinical floor, utterly humiliated.
Then the alpha began to spank him, hard, across the ass, each slap wet and echoing in the sterile room.
"Legs apart, Yoongi, there we go."
Yoongi whimpered and moved his legs further apart. The metal dildo swung back and forth between his legs like a tail.
The alpha straightened Yoongi up and turned him round again. Yoongi saw that the staff omega was licking Namjoon's spent cock, cum all over their face and Namjoon's thighs. Something in Yoongi's heart broke - that was his job. Making Namjoon cum was the only thing he was good for.
"Rub your pussy on the window for alpha," the alpha staff told him, pushing up behind Yoongi and nudging him forwards. They spread Yoongi's pussy apart in a V with two fingers, then pressed Yoongi entirely up against the glass, circling their hips so that Yoongi's pussy was massaged up against the cold, hard surface. Yoongi drooled at the sensation.
"Let alpha see how swollen your little clit is."
Yoongi moaned, swollen clit squished up against the smooth surface, and came, slick spurting out around the metal dildo and dripping down onto the floor to form a puddle beneath him.
"Oh, there we go. Such a good omega."
The alpha moved back a bit so that Yoongi was no longer pressed up against the glass and began rubbing Yoongi's clit hard, making him scream.
"Go on, show alpha how much you're enjoying your bottom massage."
Yoongi squirted onto the floor again, screaming. His legs collapsed, but the alpha kept him upright, hugging him from behind, their cock hard against his lubed up ass.
"Shhh, silly billy. You're getting me all wet," the alpha chastised. They reached down and grabbed one of Yoongi's buttocks, pulling it to the side.
There was some rustling, and then Yoongi felt the hot hard nudge of a cock against his asshole.
"No," he whimpered. "Please no."
The alpha ignored him. "We need to massage all of your holes, Yoongi," they tutted. "You know that's part of the treatment."
Then they were pushing inside, slowly, their cock slicked up with the lube from Yoongi's backside.
Yoongi dropped his head forwards against the glass and let out a terrible noise. It hurt so much.
"Alpha," he sobbed.
"That's right," the alpha cooed, voice rough as they pushed fully inside. "Beg for him."
Yoongi looked up and gazed blearily at Namjoon, who had the staff omega on his lap, sinking up and down on his cock.
"Alpha," he begged. "Help me!"
Namjoon just took hold of the staff omega's neck and squeezed, bouncing in his lap.
The alpha began to fuck Yoongi's asshole, shoving him up against the glass repeatedly. Yoongi began to cry freely, pussy clenching desperately around the metal toy. God, he was going to cum again. If he came a lot then Namjoon would think he was enjoying himself, and take him here all the time.
The alpha took hold of the back of Yoongi's collar and tugged, keeping him in place. He choked, hands scrabbling at the alpha's clothes. The feeling of two cocks inside him, one heavy and cold the other hot and throbbing and real, drove him mindless.
The alpha was panting roughly in his ear, saying things like, "good little bitch," and "omega's all stuffed full for me, hm?" They shoved him extra hard against the glass, shoved their cock fully inside him, balls slapping his wet ass, and came, groaning.
Yoongi clenched his eyes and pussy tight and felt the orgasm hurtle through him. His limbs jerked violently, and he squirted once more, water splashing down onto the floor.
He watched blearily as Namjoon held the omega down tight on his lap, grunting and cumming inside them.
"Good omega," the staff alpha praised breathlessly. "Put on a nice little show for your alpha, didn't you?"
"Did you have a good visit?" the beta receptionist asked, as Namjoon led a newly gagged and waddling Yoongi out into the foyer by his lead.
"Oh, excellent," Namjoon smiled. "Thank you for your five star service. We'll definitely be returning."
"Perfect. Well, if I can suggest, it would be great if you could fill out a customer satisfaction form before you leave," the beta said smoothly, sliding a form out over the counter.
"Of course," Namjoon nodded, releasing his grip on Yoongi's lead to fill out the form. "Yoongi, stay."
Yoongi stood still obediently, the huge metal dildo swinging between his legs, now thoroughly warmed up inside his pussy.
"And now for the payment," the receptionist said, accepting Namjoon's completed form back with a smile and placing a card machine on the counter. "As it's your first treatment you get a freebie to take home, and half price off our regular subscription service. Would you like to sign up for regular treatments?"
"Ah yes," Namjoon smiled, reaching down to swat the metal dildo hanging out of Yoongi's pussy playfully. "We love the freebie. And yes, I'd love to sign up for regular treatments. How much would it be for your subscription service?"
Yoongi moaned behind the gag, clenching his pussy tight so the metal toy didn't fall out.