Bryce had to admit he got off on the pure rage that was in the boy's eyes when he looked up at him. It was hot to know that he could get the omega so riled up with a little bit of teasing. He wasn't into that domestic shit, he only hit when begged for it. But to make the redhead shut up with a threat here and there was worth it, especially when he watched the omega just crumble at the end.

He loved the way Simon was panicking but trying not to show it. How his bottom lip, which was still swollen from their escapade, trembled as the teenager tried to stop crying. Those tears exhilarated him and if he wasn't trying to be so serious he would have licked them up. God, he was going to wreck this kid even if it screwed him over in the end. 

"I'm not..." The teenager spoke up after his comment and grit his teeth, fighting the urge to be more outspoken against his stalker. "I'm not sensitive, you asshole."

Bryce laughed and crouched down so they were face to face again. The ginger moved away from him or well tried to but his mind betrayed him. They both knew that his inner omega wanted the other man, badly. So leaving this situation or even calling for help was out of the question, as Simon didn't really want help. He wanted that fat alpha cock in his ass.

Bryce knew it and Simon knew it but the ginger kept behaving as if this was a horror show with the way he shuddered, eyes wide, when his body refused to listen to him. This amused the older man, and he patted the boy on the head, touching a sore spot left from him yanking him around. He had gotten too excited with that and regretted roughing the teenager up so soon. 

He had gotten quite the scolding from that nurse friend of his about the bite. Sure, he had bitten the kid deeper than needed and left him all mindfucked on the ground. But he hated how that annoyance acted like it was such a big deal to treat his own property that way. The omega was his and the boy threw his pussy at him without even as much as a hello.

Leaving him covered in love bites and handprints was only the proper thing to do. He wasn't red-pilled, but he also didn't believe in this new thought bullshit about how you needed to treat your omega. Bryce would fuck the teenager raw with his mothers outside the door if that was needed. The teenager was his, and they both knew it deep down, so he was going to act on his urges. 

With a smirk, he moved his hand from the boy's head and held his chin, which made Simon pale. He lifted his head up and spoke a little gentler than before. "You are."

The teenager instinctively tried to close his legs and immediately Bryce put his knee between those wet thighs of his. Nuzzling the redhead's pussy as it begged to be filled with something, whether it be a cock or a finger or even a fist. Simon moaned, those adorable sounds coming out of him once more as Bryce barely even graced his cunt with his presence. The felon snickered at the way the boy was so desperate for his touch. 

He pushed his knee harder against Simon's crotch and tightened his hold on his face. Keeping the boy in place as he panted, his mouth hanging open as the teenager no doubt fought the urge to come again. Bryce wanted to take his pants off and get this game over with by fucking the boy even stupider. But he had to play this slow. Push the boy into begging him for the meaty cock to enter his wet folds and be turned into a real slut. The inner whore that he knew that Simon was inside. 

"You're soaked, wow." Bryce teased as he watched Simon tremble even more and turn red in the face. 

The teenager stared at him with those glazed eyes but still tried to play hard to get. "Shut up." 

He rolled his eyes and pinched the boy's chin rather hard, nearly bruising him. "Don't try to deny it. We both know you're going crazy for my cock. You want me to breed you with your siblings down the hall."

The man had done his work on the teenager and his family. One of those annoying beta run households that acted more like pussies than adults. The entire household was filled to the brim with betas and alphas who pampered the slut. Denied him his true nature, gave in to his attitude time and time again. Bryce didn't like it, but he wasn't into brutalizing those who didn't ask. Besides, it was all women. Women who would no doubt bore him to death and make him sick.

If he wasn't determined to take this slow and do it the proper way, he would have taken Simon out of this place. Surrounded him with alphas who knew how to take control and betas who knew how to keep their mouth shut. That would be a dream come true. 

He couldn't yet, so all he could do was leave some thinly veiled threats about the women that he'd never act upon. The teenager slowly realized what he said and the way his scent turned sour was a little disappointing. He was so skittish even though they both wanted this so badly. 

Simon stopped grinding into his knee, and his body tightened up in shock. "What? You bastard leave my siblings out of this!" There was that sass again, the teenager getting all worked up over nothing.

"I'm not into that, so don't even assume I'd do it, kid. I'm only into the willing and the male, even though you do have a pussy," His comment made the redhead only get angrier. "It's exactly like a girl's, by the way. Nice and tight."

"Shut the fuck up you goddamn pervert." He sounded so cute cursing and pretending he didn't want that cunt of his pounded. 

Bryce sighed and forced his knee as hard he could on the boy's crotch. Essentially stomping on it as the teenager's mouth dropped and a moan left it. The moan was then muffled halfway as the man shoved his tongue down the omega's throat. Kissing him aggressively, the omega's moans of both pleasure and confusion becoming music to his ears. The boy clearly enjoyed it, but that annoying need to regain control was stopping him from fully giving in.

Simon squirmed as his cunt was hit by his knee grinding and slamming into it. He had a little masochist on his hands, as Bryce knew it had to hurt as much as it felt good. When he had slapped his pussy in that alley, he had cum so much the ground was drenched. The teen sniffled, tears filling his eyes as a orgasm wrecked havoc on his body and he twitched underneath him. Bryce sucked on his tongue and felt the teenager roughly kiss back.

A satisfied hum filled his chest as the boy became an active participant again. Finally giving up on protesting, even if it was for a mere moment. The older man grabbed his plaything's sweatshirt roughly to keep him in place as he felt the boy come again in his wet sweatpants. He pulled back to kiss to see the emotion turmoil on Simon's face.

One second he looked like he wanted to punch the felon right in the face, and the other he wanted to beg for more. To ask for it to be rougher. He smirked knowing he could make the teenager feel so conflicted and got off of him. Bryce was pleased with him for now, liking how he was shaking from all the thoughts in his head. To get someone so worked up from pleasure that they were in a puddle of tears was an amazing feat. 

Simon stared at him, clenching one of his hands onto his sweatpants as he tried not to combust. "So, what is this? You're going to break into my house and be intimate with me one minute, then threaten me the next? What's your game plan?" 

"I already told you. I'm going to make you into the slut we both know you are. Stop this proper schoolboy bullshit, would you? I see your social media posts, I see the way you look at men when you pass them on the street." Bryce confessed his stalking casually as the teenager turned even paler. 

He swallowed thickly and spoke with that anxious tone of his all over again. "You've been following me. Watching me." 

"It's not hard when someone willingly gives your their number, card numbers and address silly. Of course I have been following you." Bryce was thankful for the dumbass bank teller on the other line last Friday who gave him all the boy's account information without as much as asking for his birth date. 

He had so much on the teenager in so little time, he even knew shit the boy probably forgot by now. "Your my omega, so it's my job to know any and every little thought in that stupid head of yours. I know what you really are, and I'm going to bring that out of you."

Simon glared but there was no real fight behind those eyes, the boy was curious. Turned on even. "What if I refuse to be your omega sex toy, asshole? What if I want my own life and to think for myself?"

"You've already accepted it, Simon. You gave your pussy to me willingly, heat drunk or not. Your heat's over with, but you're still sitting here, getting yourself off on my knee for God's sake. Me controlling you or not, you want this. You want someone to manhandle you. You need someone to treat you like the breeding machine you are." 

He could see the words hit the teenager hard and a choked-up noise left his throat as he looked away. Staring at anything besides the man's smirking face. They knew what this was. An omega who didn't want to live their truth due to bullshit pumped into their brain. Lies spun by betas and alphas who were too chicken shit to claim someone the right way. Simon wanted him, he saw how the boy refused to tell anyone the truth from the shadows.

He listened as he stuttered and shut down when his family asked him to just say anything about the alpha he mated with. He wanted this and he wanted him. Bryce would give himself to him but he needed a nod, a confirmation of some kind. The teenager became meek as he tried to deny it. The truth was just too powerful, too blatantly in his face and the redhead timidly shrugged. Not even having the strength to do more than that. It was so goddamn adorable. 

Simon hugged himself and mumbled. "Fine. Fine, I do want you to breed me. I don't know WHY but I do. So let's just get this...relationship moving."

Bryce grinned, his fangs showing as he grabbed the teenager up and held him to his chest. The act was a surprise, with Simon letting out a tiny scream as a mountain of a man squeezed him like a chew toy. The teenager settled down eventually, but the alpha could tell he wasn't exactly all good with the arrangement. Sure, there were some kinks they needed to work out, but the man had gotten what he wanted. His omega knew his place and was ready to be trained into who he was supposed to be. Who he was supposed to be. 

The teenager pushed against him weakly. "You're holding me to tight." 

The older man didn't loosen his hold, he loved that he could feel the teenager breathing so unevenly underneath him. "Stop your whining before I spank you."

"What the hell?" Simon asked, and the man looked down at his face again to see his blush. "Your mood swings are so weird. Was that a joke?" 

"For now, it's one. But I don't mind using a belt on you if need be. It's common with omegas your age." He chuckled at the disgusted snarl that left Simon's mouth. 

This kid was a total masochist; he was leaning in only closer at the mention of getting his ass beat. He could try to act like the idea of the spanking grossed him out, but he was excited for it. Bryce enjoyed teasing him this way. He was going to have a lot he could do with a pain slut like him.