Marco's mouth descended on mine again, swallowing whatever response I might have attempted. His tongue pushed past my parted lips with confident strokes, claiming every corner with thorough possession. At the same time, Matteo's mouth found my nipples, alternating between them with devastating precision while Stefano's fingers continued their relentless assault on my prostate.
I was being overwhelmed from all directions—Marco's tongue in my mouth (invasion point one), Matteo's teeth on my nipples (assault zone two), Stefano's fingers inside me (breach of defense three). The triple-alpha assault team had mapped my body's vulnerabilities with military precision, exploiting each weakness with brutal efficiency. If they'd applied this level of tactical coordination to actual warfare instead of omega subjugation, they'd probably rule several small countries by now.
When Marco finally released my mouth, I was gasping, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "Can't," I sobbed, my body trembling on the edge of another orgasm that felt both impossible and inevitable. "Too much… gonna… Biology… defective. Not possible… again. Physically… impossible."
"Not yet," Stefano commanded, his fingers stilling inside me. "Not until we say so. You come when Daddy allows it, understand?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but the desperate need for release that was consuming me from the inside out. My higher brain functions had taken a permanent vacation, leaving behind only the most primitive systems capable of registering pleasure and begging for more.
"Good boy," he praised, resuming the devastating rhythm of his fingers. "Now, Marco is going to suck that pretty cock of yours, and you're not going to come until I give you permission. Can you be good for Daddy?"
I nodded again, though I wasn't sure I could actually obey. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending raw and exposed, the slightest touch enough to push me over the edge. The idea of having Marco's mouth on me while maintaining control seemed as likely as spontaneously developing the ability to fly.
Marco moved between my spread legs, his mouth hovering just above my cock. "Look at me, baby," he demanded, waiting until my tear-filled eyes met his. "Watch Daddy take care of you."
His lips wrapped around the head of my cock, his gaze never leaving mine as he took me deeper, inch by torturous inch, until I hit the back of his throat. The wet heat was overwhelming, his tongue working the underside with devastating skill.
At the same time, Stefano's fingers maintained their relentless rhythm inside me, while Matteo continued his assault on my nipples. The combined sensation—being penetrated, sucked, and tormented simultaneously—was too much for any system to handle. If the human body came with warning labels, mine would be flashing OVERLOAD in bright-red letters, possibly with accompanying sirens.
"Gonna… need to…" I gasped, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my spine that signaled impending release. "Please,Daddy… need to come. Can't… hold… physically impossible… breaking physics… laws of nature."
"Not yet," Stefano denied, his free hand wrapping around the base of my cock, applying just enough pressure to stave off my orgasm. "Not until you tell us who you belong to."
I shook my head desperately, some last shred of resistance fighting against the tide of pleasure threatening to drown me. This was the final surrender they wanted—not just my body's response but the verbal acknowledgment of ownership. "Can't… don't… not saying… words. Those specific… words. Last… dignity… shred."
Marco's cheeks hollowed as he applied suction that had me seeing stars, while Stefano's fingers found that spot inside me again, pressing with ruthless precision. Matteo's teeth closed around my nipple with just enough pressure to send jolts of electricity straight to my core.
"Tell us," Stefano demanded, his voice commanding absolute obedience. "Tell us who you belong to, Leo."
I was trapped between their bodies, surrounded by alpha, every point of contact designed to break down my remaining defenses. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, too perfect to fight anymore. They'd discovered all my weak points, all the places where resistance crumbled beneath skilled hands and demanding mouths.
"You," I sobbed, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside. "Belong… to you. My daddies. All… three… you. Own… everything. Me. All… me."
"Good boy," Stefano praised, the words washing over me like warm honey. "Come for us now. Show Daddy how good we make you feel."
The permission, combined with a particularly devastating thrust of his fingers and a powerful suck from Marco, shattered the last of my control. An orgasm crashed through me withbrutal intensity, my cock pulsing into Marco's eager mouth as my body convulsed between them.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, each more intense than the last as they continued working me through it, prolonging the sensation until it bordered on pain. My vision blurred, darkness creeping at the edges as my system overloaded completely. This wasn't just an orgasm—it was a near-death experience, complete with tunnel vision and my life flashing before my eyes.
"Beautiful," I heard Stefano murmur, his voice seeming to come from far away as he gently removed his fingers. "Absolutely perfect."
I might have lost consciousness briefly—everything went fuzzy and distant, the world reducing to vague impressions of hands untying my wrists and ankles, of being repositioned with gentle care. When my vision cleared, I found myself cradled against Stefano's chest, my back to his front, his large hands splayed possessively across my stomach.
Marco and Matteo knelt before us, their expressions hungry as they watched me struggle to regain some semblance of coherence. I should have been mortified by my complete surrender, by the words they'd forced from me, by how thoroughly they'd broken me down. Instead, I felt a strange, floating sensation—a detachment from everything except the warmth of their approval and the security of their touch.
"Wha…" I tried, my voice a broken rasp that barely carried. "What's… to me? Brain… disconnected. Body… floating. Is this… death? Am I… dead? Embarrassed… death?"
Marco's smile was gentle as he reached out to brush sweat-damp hair from my forehead. "Subspace, little wildcat. Your first time, I'm guessing. It happens when an omega surrenders completely to their alphas."
"Not… alphas," I protested weakly, though the words felt hollow even to my own ears. "Not… surrendering. Just… biology. Chemical… reaction. Brain… drugs. Natural… drugs. Endorphins… whatever. Not… meaningful."
Stefano's laugh rumbled against my back, the vibration traveling through my hypersensitive body like aftershocks. "Keep telling yourself that, little prince. But your body knows the truth, even if that sharp mind of yours isn't ready to admit it yet."
I wanted to argue, to reassert some kind of independence, but my body felt impossibly heavy, my thoughts slow and syrupy. When Matteo's fingers trailed down my inner thigh, gathering the slick that had leaked onto my skin, I couldn't even muster the energy to flinch.
"We're not done with you yet," he said. "But you need a moment to recover. We wouldn't want to push our precious omega beyond his limits. Not this first night, at least."
First night. As if there would be many more to follow. As if this was just the beginning of something rather than a twisted onetime event.
