But relief was a cruel joke. Before he could fill his lungs even halfway, a hand fisted in his hair.

Yun's grip was brutal, fingers curling into the sweat-damp strands at the crown of his head, yanking downward with a force that made Jonah’s scalp scream. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his knees scraping against the rough ground, his body collapsing onto them before he could even process what was happening.  

“—Ugh—”

Knees hit the damp concrete hard, the impact jarring through his bones, but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation of being forced into this position. Head tilted back. Mouth open and gasping, just the way they wanted.

And then there was heat against his cheek. The flushed head nudging against the curve of his cheekbone, smearing moisture across his skin.  

One eye squeezed shut instinctively, his face turning away, his lips pressing together in a thin, bloodless line. ‘Never—’

But Yun's grip in his hair only tightened, twisting, and several strands snapped against his palm with a sound like threads breaking. Jonah’s head jerked with the motion, a grunt of pain escaping his lips, his hands flying up to grip Yun's wrist on instinct.

“Don't make this harder than it has to be,” Yun said, and his voice was almost reasonable, as if he were explaining something simple to a stubborn child. “Either way, darling, no one's coming to save you.”

The words landed like stones in Jonah’s chest, heavy and cold. His eyes, still squeezed shut, burned with fresh tears that leaked from the corners, tracking down his cheeks in hot, shameful trails.

“And this pretty mouth,” Yun continued, his thumb pressing against Jonah’s bottom lip, prying it open, “needs to be punished for running so freely all this time. Didn't anyone ever teach you what happens to Omegas who can't keep their mouths shut?”

A whimper escaped him. The sound of something inside him cracking.

“Open,” Yun said, and it wasn't a request.

Jonah’s body was just going through the motions now, doing what it was told, because fighting had only ever made it worse. His mouth opened, his jaw slack, pink tongue pressed flat against the floor of his mouth.

Yun's cock slid across his tongue, heavy and insistent, and Jonah’s eyes watered, tears spilling down his cheeks in rivers. He could feel it against the roof of his mouth, against the back of his throat, could feel the way his body was trying to reject it.

“Mmph—”

The sound was muffled around the flesh in his mouth, barely audible over the rush of blood in his ears. His hands scrabbled at Yun's hips, trying to create distance, but there was none.

Behind them, Jolly's laughter echoed. The other Alphas joined in, their amusement a cruel chorus that wrapped around Jonah like chains. “Fuck, look at his face. He's gonna cry.”

“Let him cry,” Yun said, and his voice was so casual, so bored, like Jonah was just another toy he had grown tired of. “Makes it prettier.”

Without warning, the hold in his hair shoved further. Brutally driving Jonah’s head forward, forcing the cock deeper into his throat. His gag reflex spasmed, his throat convulsing around the intrusion, and a choked, wet sound escaped him.

Tears and saliva mixed on his chin, dripping down onto his bare chest, onto the tatters of his shirt.

“There we go,” Yun breathed, and his voice was thick now, rough with satisfaction. “That's more like it.”

He pulled back, just enough for Jonah to gasp, for a thin stream of air to whistle through his constricted throat, and then he pushed forward again, deeper this time, faster, establishing a rhythm that Jonah’s body had no choice but to follow.

“Looks like someone's unprofessional,” Yun said, and there was laughter in his voice, laughter that echoed off the alley walls and multiplied, became four voices, five, all of them watching, all of them waiting for Jonah to break completely. “Don't worry. We'll teach you something new.”

His hips snapped forward, and Jonah’s throat stretched around him, stretched in ways it had never stretched for food and the pain was bright and sharp and everywhere, radiating through his jaw, his throat, his chest, his mind.

“You should thank us, really,” Yun continued, and his hand in Jonah’s hair had relaxed now, petting through the tangled strands like he was soothing a beloved pet. “Most Omegas would kill for this kind of education.”

There was only the rhythm of his assaulter's hips. His knees were raw against the concrete, his hands limp at his sides, whole body trembling with the effort of staying upright.

“Fuck—” Yun's voice was a growl, low and guttural, and then he was pulling out, his cock sliding free from Jonah’s mouth with a wet, obscene sound.

Jonah’s head was shoved away as his hair was released. His tongue was still out, hanging past his lips, unable to pull back into his mouth. His jaw was locked open, the muscles spasming, his throat raw and burning.    

  

Something hot and thick splattered across his face. Jonah flinched, a weak, animal sound escaping his throat as the first stripe of white landed across his cheekbone, trailing down toward his ear. Another across his lips, his chin, his neck. He could taste it, bitter, salty and wrong, and his stomach heaved, bile rising in his throat, but there was nothing left in him to vomit.  

  

“Not bad,” Yun said, and his voice was distant, casual, like he was reviewing a meal he had just finished. “Could use some practice, but you'll get there.”  

  

Then a new presence appeared in Jonah’s field of vision, expensive sneakers that had never touched dirt before tonight, now scuffed with alley grime. The camera lens still glinting in the dim light, and he was holding it out to one of the Alphas who had been watching from the shadows.  

  

“Take over.”  Jolly said, his voice was light, almost cheerful. “I want my turn with the slut.”  

  

The other Alpha's fingers closed around it and positioned it on Jonah’s crumpled, half-naked form, recording the rest.  

  

Suddenly Yun's hand closed around his waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh above his hip, and pushing. Jonah’s chest pressed flat against the rough ground, the gravel biting into his skin, and before he could even draw breath to cry out, the hand was jerking his hips into the air.  

  

“No—!” The word was barely a sound, his ruined throat shredding around it, legs spread by the force of Yun's grip. His slick folds were exposed, pink and glistening, open to the hungry eyes, to whatever they were planning to do.  

  

Another hand reached for his already tugged up hair, the grip was different, rougher, more careless, fingers twisting into the tangled strands at the front of his head and pulling up. Jonah’s neck arched, his face lifting from the ground, and he had to scramble, his hands slapping against the concrete, palms scraping raw as he pushed himself onto all fours to relieve the pressure on his scalp.  

  

When his vision steadied, it was Jolly in front of him, the cruel satisfaction in his eyes, the way his lips were curved in that ugly, hungry smile, the way his free hand was working at his own pants, tugging them down just enough for his cock to spring free, hard and flushed, bobbing in front of Jonah’s face.  

  

Jonah’s eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, fixed on the cock in front of his face. His lips tried to press together, but his assaulter's other hand came up, fingers pressing against Jonah’s chin, tilting his face upward.  

  

“Open wider,” Jolly murmured, tracing the swollen bottom lip, pushing it down. “Let's see how well you learned from Yun.”  

  

‘Please, someone help—’ Jonah thought, and the word was a prayer, a desperate plea thrown into the void.  

  

Jolly's cock was already shoving forward, already forcing his way past Jonah’s teeth, past his tongue, past the last shred of his resistance.  

  

“—Ha..ah—”  

  

The sound was strangled, as the huge cock filling his mouth, pressing against the back of his throat.   

  

Jolly groaned, low and satisfied, and his hips rocked forward, pushing deeper. Jonah’s throat stretched around him, his eyes watering again, his vision blurring, his hands clawing uselessly at the ground as he tried to brace against the force of it.  

  

Jonah’s tongue was wrapped around the shaft, trying to push it back, trying to stop it from going further, but Jolly's hips were relentless, each thrust pushing deeper, stretching his throat in ways that made black spots dance at the edges of his vision.  

  

“Almost there,” Jolly said, and his voice was focused now, his grip in Jonah’s hair tightening as he set a rhythm that Jonah’s body had no choice but to follow. “Just a little more—”  

  

Then something pressed against him, sudden and unfamiliar. He felt it before he understood what it was, a hot, wet, invasive pressure against his most private place, sliding through his slick folds, parting them, pressing inside. His whole body jerked, a scream tearing from his throat around the cock in his mouth, his hands slamming against the ground as he tried to pull away, tried to escape the sensation that was too much.  

  

But there was nowhere to go. Jolly's hand was in his hair, holding him in place, and behind him, Yun had been holding his ankle earlier, now face pressed against his exposed cunt, tongue delving into his slick folds like he was tasting something sweet.  

  

Jolly laughed, the sound muffled by the way Jonah’s throat was spasming around him. “What's wrong, pretty boy? Too much? Or not enough?”  

  

The tongue behind him pressed deeper, curling inside him, and Jonah’s hips jerked, his body betraying him in ways he couldn't control. His slick was flowing freely now, coating the Alpha's tongue, dripping down his thighs, making the concrete beneath him wet with his shame.  

  

“Mmph—!” He tried to scream again, but Jolly's cock was too deep, too thick, and all that came out was a strangled, gurgling sound that made the other Alphas laugh.  

  

“Fuck, he's so wet,” Behind him Yun said, and his voice was thick with lust, his breath hot against Jonah’s exposed skin. “Bet it'll feel more good around my cock.”  

  

After some assault the tongue withdrew.  

  

Jonah barely had time to register the loss, barely had time to draw a shattered breath, before something hard pressed against his entrance. Something that split him open before it had even pushed inside.  

  

‘NO—’  

  

The thought was a scream in his head, but his voice was trapped behind Jolly's cock, which was shoving deeper now, faster, the rhythm of it growing erratic as the Alpha above him let out a low, guttural growl.  

  

“Take it.” Jolly's voice was strained, his hips snapping forward, his grip in Jonah’s hair tightening to the point of pain. “Take all of it, you little—”  

  

A shudder running through his frame, and Jonah felt the sudden heat flooding his mouth. His throat convulsed, trying to reject it, but Jolly's cock was still there, still blocking his airway, and he had no choice but to swallow, to choke it down, to feel it slide down his raw throat and settle like poison in his stomach.  

  

Finally then cock slipped free from Jonah’s swollen lips. A trail of saliva and seed followed, stretching between them for a moment before breaking, splattering across Jonah’s already ruined face. Jolly released his hair, letting Jonah’s head drop forward, and for one precious second, there was nothing but the blessed relief of nothing in his mouth, nothing in his throat.  

  

Just then a large hand slammed down on the back of his head, grinding his face into the gravel. Sharp stones bit into his cheek, his forehead.  

  

“God—” Yun's voice came from behind him, followed by the head of his cock pressing against Jonah’s entrance, pushing, insistent. “His cunt is too small. It's going to be a tight fit.”  

  

Jonah’s hands scrabbled at the ground, his nails breaking against the concrete as he tried to push himself up, tried to crawl away, tried to do anything except lie here and let this happen.  

  

“Please don't—” The word was a whimper, barely audible, destroyed by the abuse his throat had already endured. “I- I can't—”  

  

“Your body was practically made for this.” Yun said with false caress.   

  

Jonah’s cunt clenched in denial, his muscles locking tight, refusing to let anything in. It was the last shred of defiance left in him, the last wall between himself and what was coming, and he held onto it like a drowning man holds onto a lifeline.  

  

Yun groaned, the sound frustrated, almost angry. “Stop fighting it. You're only making it harder on yourself.”  

  

“I won't—” Jonah gasped, the word broken, desperate.   

  

“Then let me help you.” Then Yun's pheromones shifted. Pure and absolute, the kind of pheromone release that only an Alpha could produce, the kind that bypassed the mind entirely and spoke directly to the body.  

  

‘Submit.’  

  

The word wasn't spoken, but Jonah heard it anyway. Felt it in his bones, in the deepest, oldest part of him that remembered what it meant to be prey.  

  

His body obeyed before his mind could stop it.  

  

The tension in his cunt released all at once, his muscles going slack, his thighs falling open wider, his hips tilting up in an offering he hadn't consented to make. Slick gushed from him, hot and sudden, coating Yun's cock.    

  

“There,” Yun breathed, and there was triumph in his voice, dark and satisfied. “That's better, isn't it?”  

  

 

To be continued...