Bottoming The Alpha

An alpha remained at the top, and the omegas at the bottom. But with betas like Craig being in the center, things got mixed up. He was on the prowl for an alpha that needed to be dominated. Then he met Mark.

Something clicked. Craig turned to face the barrel of a handgun.

Mark had the focused eyes of a madman. "I've been drinking a placebo?"

Craig let out an impressed oh, as blood rushed to his groin, "You've gotten wild."

"You made me," Mark said. "You don't think I've noticed you watching me? Like I'm prey."

"I know, sweetheart. I know," Craig raised his hands in surrender. "I just see a part of you that's suppressed."

Mark's face fell. Something seemed to click in his brain because he retreated the gun. He left to put it back in his room. F

"I know, I'm being weird. Not being direct," Craig wrapped an arm around Mark's waist, caressing the small hairs on his back.

"It was for your reputation," Craig caressed Mark's chest, playing with the little hairs.

"Yeah," Mark shoved Craig off him, and then dropped to his knees and gripped Craig's hips. Craig was frozen, unable to believe what he was seeing. First, Mark agreeing to this. Now he pressed his tongue on his groin, pushing the thin cloth on his member.

Craig shuddered, helpless bellow. Mark yanked his pants and underwear down, grasping Craig's half-hard member and pumping it slowly. Craig shuddered, whimpering from Mark's painfully slow touch. He was a hostage in this sex game, and he loved it.

"Took you long enough to get ready," Mark gripped Craig's fully hard member around his fist. Craig wasn't sure if he let out a whimper of pain or pleasure. Mark smiled sleazily. He stuck out his tongue but backed away from his member so only the tip of his tapped Craig's tip.

"Fuck," Craig's leg shook. "Please, fuck, I'll do anything, kitten."

Craig barely kept composure as Mark lightly circled his tip. His soft, wet tongue drew out pre-cum.

Craig shrugged his jacket off him and he headed to the bedroom, walking backward as he made the pspspspsp sound. "Come here, kitten." He pitched his voice. He kept walking backward until his calves touched the bed. He sat on the bed.

Mark crawled towards him with the grace of a bear going downstream to get its salmon lunch. He knelt between Craig's legs, gazing up at him with a blush on his furry cheeks.

Craig caressed his cheek, "You like that, kitten?" He spoke in a baby voice. "You like it when I talk like this?"

"Yeah," he nuzzled his hand. Craig used both hands to caress his cheeks, going towards his hair. Mark had the expression of a confused cat, and Craig couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're so cute," Craig pulled him up, "Let's prep you. Lay beside me. There, perfect."

Mark fell on his belly, raising his ass up with his cheek to the blank

"I-I want it," Mark uttered, suddenly acting shy. Then Craig remembered that it was his first time. Of course, he's going to be timid. It was so adorable and alluring. Craig couldn't stand it. His precious kitten-man.

"Easy, kitten. I don't want to hurt you," Craig grabbed Mark's bottom, spreading the cheeks apart. Clear gel shone in his hole. "You prepped for it? You naughty kitten."

He stuck a finger in, sliding the entire digit inside the hot and moist flesh. Mark breathed out shakily. Craig curled his finger until he heard Mark's little high moan. That was the best sound he'd ever heard. He inserted three digits and pumped it back and forth, always curling his finger at the retreat. Mark quaked and whimpered, almost crying in desperation.

"You like that? You want more?" Craig slowed down. He slapped Mark's ass and earned a squeaky yelp.

"Yes," Mark grasped Craig's thigh, "I want your dick so fucking bad."

It went straight to Craig's cock. But he didn't want to give it to him that easily. He quickened his finger thrust, then slowed down, then quickened again.

Mark sobbed in between his whining, "Please. Fuck, please."

"You're going to be a good kitten from now on?" Craig stopped inside him and quirked his fingers down to his prostate.

Mark gasped, "Yes!"

Craig pulled his fingers from Mark's needy hole, then pounced on him. He held Mark's neck and pushed his face to the bed. His member throbbed between Mark's mounds.

Mark mumbled, "Stop teasing."

"Hm?" Craig tightened the grip on his neck.

Mark sounded to be on the verge of tears, "Please!"

"Give me a sec, kitten," Craig kissed his temple and straightened. He slapped and squeezed his rump, then spread them open. Mark let out little whimpers in every bated breath. Craig pressed his cock on his twitching entrance. "Relax, kitten. It'll be okay. Tell me to stop whenever."

"Master put it in," Mark uttered.

That triggered something in Craig, and he slid his member in. Mark gasped and tensed. Craig caressed his back. Mark eased up and Craig went fully inside. Stretching his insides out.

"You feel too good," Craig groaned and fell on his back, hovering like a dirty dog. "Fuck. I always wanted this. So much, my kitten."

Mark whimpered, "M-move."

"You like it?" Craig kissed his shoulder and gripped his waist to steady him. "You like being my bitch?"

"Yeah," Mark shifted his bottom, trying to get more movement.

Craig grinned and suckled on his skin to mark him. Mark had been a wild alpha rutting wherever and whoever he pleased. Now, Craig could finally claim him. He rocked his hips back and forth, jerking his cock inside Mark.

"Fuck, fuck, oh god," Mark's anchored the sheets. "Why's it so good? Fuck."

"Told you," Craigslid an arm under Mark and lifted him to his chest. He thrust harder to a better angle.

"Th-there," Mark moaned loudly. He panted and moaned, and Craig hurried.

"Should've done this before," Craig reached down to grab Mark's leaking cock and jacked it with the rhythm of his thrust. "You gonna be good?"

"Yes, god, yes," Mark quaked in his mercy. "I-I can't last."

Craig stopped stroking him, instead of playing around with his pecs. Pinching them like small breasts. Mark bucked back to meet his thrusts, hitting the spot harder. Craig often touched himself to this, grinding on the pillow and picturing Mark underneath him. And watches them like a perverse god.

Craig didn't know how, but he figured it was part of the plan. Craig would've forgiven anything. A bottom Mark was worth killing. A kitten Mark was worth dying. Craig slowed down and pushed Mark down again. He grappled his rump and watched his member go in and out of the slick hole. Slowly. Hearing Mark's whines.

"I can't spoil you, kitten," Craig rutted inside and stayed still. "You think you can warm me, baby?"

"Y-yes," Mark's will had broken.

Craig smiled and kissed his spine, "I'm messing with you. You've been so good. You wanna cum?"

"Please, Mommy, " Mark said.

Craig had to tense so he wouldn't come at that moment. He began to thrust again, pulling Mark's hips to his. Mark's moans kept going until his voice broke and he came on the sheets, trembling and tensing around Craig's cock. He fell limp and Craigthrust a few more times, before pulling out and stroking himself to completion on the sheets.

Craig collapsed beside his sex kitten, caressing his head and playing with his kitty ears. Mark leaned to it and closed his eyes, acting like an actual cat. Mark's breaths came out evenly, his eyes closed. Craig softened.

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Mark woke up under a weird blanket. His bottom ached. Ah, last night happened. He was no longer an alpha. He had been bottomed. He was biologically still an alpha. After a while of napping, he finally got out of bed. He waddled out of the room, feeling weird between his legs.

He sat at the dining table, flinching when his bottom hurt when it hit the chair. Craig took the seat beside him and kissed him on the cheek, "Hey. How're you doing?"

"I'm not an alpha no more," Mark slouched over the table. "I bottomed out, and liked it."

"Oh, please, Mark. I do bottoming a lot," Craig tried to assure him.

Mark sighed. At least things were back to normal. Craig went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Craig reappeared from the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron. He carried two plates with eggs, french toast, and bacon. One plate had ham bits laid and toasted with the sunnyside eggs. The other was scrambled eggs mixed with onions, tomato bits, and cheese. The forks were on the plates.

"Morning, kitten~" Craig beamed at him and strode towards them and laid the plates before them. He returned to the kitchen and brought back a glass of orange juice and one with chocolate milk.

Craig hugged his shoulders, "How are you? You okay, kitten? You're so precious." He kissed Mark a dozen times on the hair. Mark felt his cheeks heat up. He still had the cat ears, he realized. Craig was suddenly sunny and overly sweet. He could get used to this.

Mark leaned to Craig's affection.