Nathaniel's eyes shut and he clenched his jaw, forcing his muscles to clench down hard and prevent the fluid from seeping out. In his mind he knew it wasn't cum, but the fantasy was surreal and he moaned helplessly. His hands clenched the table as it was tilted down, feeling the blood rush to his head. His cock was leaking so hard, and he wanted to cum so badly. Then he felt Alan slip inside him and he cried out at the sensation. He couldn't move. He was completely helpless against Alan fucking into him. Every thrust had him moaning and pleading for release. "Please, sir. Please...I can't. I can't. It's too much." The safe word never passed his lips, clinging to the thought that he could do this. He would do this for Alan. He would do anything for his Alpha. "My alpha. Oh...god...sir." He shuddered when Alan finally pulled out.<br/><br/>The strap came off and within seconds he was cumming. He came so hard his vision blurred and shrieks left him. He writhed on the table, the fluid oozing out of him and down his thighs as Alan's fingers tormented him further. He came, and came. "Alan...oh...Alan. Sir. My alpha, oh...god." Tears streaked down his eyes, shuddering, trembling, moaning out in delight and pleasure. He slumped on the table, limp, trembling, head turned to try to see him. Babbling nonsense came out of his mouth and he continued to moan helplessly.