Being a better man for her

      Sometimes, Riko feels like he is trapped in a very strange, yet realistic dream (or is it a nightmare?) that he can’t wake up from. Not that he really tries—every thought of freeing himself flees with soft words whispered into his ear, taming the storm raging inside him. The voice always tells him what a great joy he is for his alpha, especially when he bares his neck and focuses on pleasing his partner. The praise doesn’t fail to make him preen, though some small part of him, deeply hidden in Riko’s mind, screams at him that this is all wrong. Riko stopped listening to it a while ago because listening only brought pain.       “Look at this.” The wonder in Renee’s voice is a contrast to Riko’s fearful expression.       There, at the tip of his nipple, sits a bead of white fluid—milk, Riko thinks hysterically. He is actually lactating. Renee wipes the white pearl off with her finger and suck it off. Riko stares hypnotized at her plump lips and blissed out features when she tastes the milk for the first time.       “So sweet,” Renee says dreamily. “Just like my boy.”       The kiss they share is nothing like their usual gentle ones—it is hungry and full of teeth that sink into Riko’s lip, drawing blood. Maybe he should be scared, but the metallic taste only ignites the fire inside him.       “I need another taste,” Renee says with a smile that promises the sweetest torture. She leans down towards Riko’s left nipple and sucks it into her mouth. Stars erupt in Riko’s vision, and he would have grabbed something to hold on to if it weren’t for the handcuffs restraining his hands. The metal clanks against the headboard as he jerks from the onslaught of sensations.       “Sensitive, huh?” Renee chuckles, massaging his breast.       He has breasts now, Riko realizes.       The thought doesn’t get any time to linger before Renee pinches his nipple, drawing more milk from it. It hurts, the pain drawing Riko’s eyes shut, but a small relief from pulling some milk out is immediate. He whines when Renee stops, rising his chest towards her.       “My poor puppy’s so backed up,” the alpha coos. “Let’s get all that milk out of you.”       Riko watches as Renee is setting up a device he has never seen before, though he can guess what it is for—the two pumps are a clear indication. It doesn’t take long for his nipples to be sucked into the tubes, the pressure feeling weird. He would prefer Renee’s mouth there. As the pumps are turned on, he gasps in surprise as the machine pulls the milk out of him forcefully, without any care for his comfort. His breasts are pulled at rhythmically, and it lacks the warmth of a hand caressing his skin.       His face must resemble his sentiment because Renee pets his hair. “I know you don’t like it, but it’s the quickest way to do it.” Her smile turns wicked. “And we can pass the time in some other ways.”       Though Riko’s heart starts beating loudly, his dick drips pathetically in its small cage, locked away with no chance of an orgasm.       After some quick work, Riko’s legs are spread and tied up, his balls locked in a humbler. Riko trembles at the sight of a flogger in Renee’s hand because he doesn’t need to guess what will happen next.       A sharp sting to his balls rips a cry out of him, making him forget momentarily about the machine pumping his breasts. The tears doesn’t stop the flogger from raining down again and again, each hit leaving even more fire behind. By the time Renee takes a break, Riko’s vision is clouded by tears, his thighs, ass and balls feeling like a giant bruise.       “So pretty,” Renee says, and her slow caress to Riko’s asscheek is nearly too much for Riko’s tender skin. “And look—you’re done with your milking.”       I am? Riko blinks in surprise, a few stray tears falling from his eyes.       Sure enough, nothing comes out of his nipples when the machine sucks them in. His chest definitely feels less bloated now.       “Isn’t it better, sweetheart?” Renee asks, wiping the last of Riko’s tears away.       Riko sniffs, his emotions so tangled together that he doesn’t know what to feel anymore. He knows what he should answer, though.       “Yes, alpha.”       Renee smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Good boy. See—your alpha knows what’s best for you.”       When Riko’s nipples are freed from the machine, he shivers as air caresses them gently. He notices that they seem a bit longer now. Like teats, Riko’s mind supplies, but he quickly discards the thought. It is better if he doesn’t dwell on that.       Renee frees him from his restraints and leaves to put the milk away somewhere. Riko curls into a ball, exhausted both in body and mind. Did he like being milked? He doesn’t know, and at the same time, his cock is still dripping in its cage, begging for attention. Come to think of it, it has been quite a while since Renee let him have an orgasm, but he knows better than to ask her for one.       It doesn’t take long for Renee to slip into the bed, and spoon Riko from behind, the soft sheets hiding them from the world’s prying eyes. The alpha lets out a content sigh and nuzzles his neck, yet Riko can’t get himself to unwind completely, his mind playing out his usual mantra: I love my alpha.