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It would be a lie to say Stanley never had fantasies, and even more of a lie to say he never acted any out with the narrator. The narrator never thought to even give an option to turn off sexuality in the parable. It wasn’t life threatening like hunger or thirst or even an immune system. Why would he need to? It’s an office with no sexually explicit content anywhere near it. But he forgot the human brain can make its own sexual content whenever it feels like, especially the male brain.
Because of this, Stanley ended up developing a few kinks, especially being degraded by the narrator, his voice was a weapon. At first the building exploding and timer terrified him, until he didn’t die. It only took doing the ending on three occasions to start feeling a little different every time the narrator degraded him.
It took four more occasions of that ending to start getting hard at the first disappointed, honeyed tone of “Oh Stanley, you didn’t just turn the machine on did you?”
It was mortifying when the narrator found out, Stanley letting out a partially loud whine that could not be mistaken for anything else when the narrator drew out his name so playfully. But the narrator, shocked at first, realized his mistake when making the parable and thus decided to give Stanley alone time, if he needed or wanted it, happily supplying him with anything he may want, including a tablet with access to the internet, instead of just turning it off; Stanley found that interesting.
And Stanley became too scared to ask him to join, to be fuck buddies or friends with benefits,or even a casual romantic relationship, as much as he would jump at the chance.
So anytime he asked for some alone time, the narrator obliged, saying he needed to tend to things in the parable, technical things or work on scripts. Stanley got the feeling he didn’t have to do anything and waited the hour for Stanley to be done, Stanley also hoped that, as unlikely as it seemed, that maybe his narrator was watching, turned on and pleasuring himself to watching Stanely.
During this time, Stanley would read sometimes, if traditional porn wasn’t doing anything, and often it didn’t but it gave him a direction to follow into erotica. And often that direction was Alpha/Omega Type stuff. At first he wasn’t sure why that got him going so quickly.
A few more occasions and he started putting the pieces together; it’s not just sex. Yes, that fucking hot and he loved the idea of being dominated in such a way but it was the alpha being caring, tending to their mate, making sure they’re taken care of before their own needs, bringing them food or water. And the idea of someone wanting him enough to breed him made him flush.
And it didn’t take long for his crush on the narrator to enter into these fantasies either. He hadn’t been able to find any erotica but it's not the first time, he can think up his own. He leaned back on the office chair, thinking of what the narrator could even look like as he held his hard cock outside his pants, just gently stroking, letting the sensation wash over him, imagining his own heat starting, making him oh so sloppy and messy. His narrator's voice in his ear as he held him close. “Oh so it’s started already?”
Stanley nodded to the imaginary narrator, starting to get the lube. It was no time at all before he got himself undressed, the eight inch dildo fixed on the floor with a Velcro bottom (an addition he added) he knew he should finger himself open first, the dildo was far from small and wide as well, to attempt to replicate his alpha/omega fantasy.
He knew the narrator was taken aback when he requested it, even he was blushing the entire time but he snapped it in and Stanley swore he could feel the blush on the Brit even if he’s never seen him but he’s gotta have a body, he’s heard it before.
Not only is it large, going in without prep means it’ll take far longer. It could eat up the entire hour, he could be caught; the idea made his own cock twitch. With a sloppy amount of lube he started pressing down on the three inch wide dildo, wincing and breathing through it. He could already hear the other in his ear. “Oh such a good mate, taking it so well for me.”
Stanley felt it adjust, able to move more before gasping in pain, getting to the wide base, wishing it had a more realistic bit for an alphas knot but extra wide base is all he was willing to tell the narrator. He whined, gently grinding back on it, gasping in pain as more than intended went in too fast, making him whine with the pain; fuck, he really should have preped.
He looked at the clock, he had twenty minutes. He groaned, how was he supposed to fit all of this in him in twenty minutes?
He waited and breathed through it, going faster than he should, his own cock softening with the pain. He whimpered as he sat more and more on it until he couldn’t.
He moaned, both in pain and in frustration. He literally could not move more into him and if he did he risked serious injury that he doesn’t want to explain.
An alarm from the clock went off.
One hour up.
He heard the door from the narrator, office in his disembodied distance. His body flush with shame and embarrassment at knowing he would be caught, he can’t exactly move quickly off it, not with the pain from it, feeling the sharp sting of tearing himself.
“I hope you enjoyed your-oh Stanley! I’m sorry I barged in, you’re not finished yet, I’ll leave you alone-.”
“No! I need help.” Stanelet cried out in a panic.
“Is everything alright?” The narrator asked carefully.
Stanley looked at the floor, tears of embarrassment pooling in his eyes, whimpering. “I fucked up. I might need help.”
”I take it not the fun kind of help?”
”I wish.” Stanley said quietly, still hyper aware of the far too large dildo inside him and the tears he caused on his entrance, a sharp and painful reminder.
”Alright Stanley, I wish this was on better circumstances but I’m loading in my human avatar, I’ll be right there, don’t move.”
It went quiet and Stanley felt his thighs trembling, knees aching; fuck, why did he think this was a good idea?
It was only moments before his office door opened slowly. He didn’t even look in the narrator's direction, feeling far too embarrassed. The narrator spoke softly, kneeling by the other man. “What’s going on?” He asked gently, wanting as much information as possible, not wanting to make his situation worse.
Stanley felt like he could curl in on himself and die, a whimper escaped. “I was trying to act out a fantasy.”
“I understand that but physically what is going on? I don’t want to move you without knowing the details.” He replied, just as gently.
Stanley closed his eyes, breathing through some pain. “It’s the eight inch dildo I requested. I modified it with Velcro so I could ride it and now it hurts and it literally cannot go deeper without serious injury and I can’t move off it.”
“Alright then.” He said, bringing his arms gently around Stanley. “Just need help off of it is all. Use me for support, I’m sure your legs must be jelly right now.” Stanley held tight to him, hiding his face in his shirt, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and old books. “And we’re going to lift off gently in three..two..one.”
He gently pulled Stanley up, the man whining at the sensation, barely able to stand on his own. His legs had fallen asleep from the position. He gasped as it was finally out and had to fully melt against the narrator for support.
The narrator held Stanley gently, giving a good look at the dildo, keeping the coil of warmth in his gut under control, thinking of Stanley impaling himself on that fake cock made him wish it was his own Stanley was impaling himself on. He pushed the thought away before it could go further and snapped them a nice bathroom, an oversized blanket covering Stanley.
The narrator chuckled lightly as Stanley remained stubbornly hidden. “My dear, you can come out of hiding now, it’s all done.”
“Nope.”
“Not even to see me? This is the first time you’ve got to experience my avatar.”
Staneley was quiet and still in his arms before finally relenting and moving away enough to look at his narrator.
The narrator was everything he had been thinking of. Mousy brown hair with a few streaks of gray, a brown, corduroy suit with a cream shirt and a bright gaudy yellow tie and gold wire glasses that hid golden, glittering eyes. “Hello Stanley.”
“I’m sorry.” Stanley blurted out, feeling his eyes water.
The narrator frowned softly, moving from holding Stanley to holding his hands. “Whatever do you have to be sorry about?”
“This is the first time we get to meet and it’s helping me off a dildo.” He looked away, taking in the nice bathroom.
It was large with a tub, big enough to fit both of them comfortably.
The narrator smiled softly as he held the others' hands tightly. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You knew you made a mistake and you asked for help, instead of trying to fix it yourself, risking making it worse. Now why don’t you take a bath or shower? It’ll help clear your mind and if you like we can talk.”
Stanley blushed. “Could you set a bath up for me?”
“Of course.” The narrator said with a soft smile, walking away to the marble and gold lined tub, starting with hot water.
Stanley walked over, holding the blanket around him, watching as the narrator meticulously added different oils, testing the temp, snapping in a wine bottle and a bottle of lube. Staneley looked at it oddly. “Lube?”
“In case you felt like using it. It’s clear you didn’t get to enjoy your alone time and the lube is here if you want to make up that fact. If you don’t mind me asking, what was this fantasy of yours?”
The narrator asked, sitting on the edge of the tub, watching it fill.
Stanley sat down as well, blanket still around him. “Do you know about the porn trope of alphas and omegas?”
“It’s never something I think about often but yes. I’m aware of it.”
Stanley blushed, swallowing. “I was fantasizing I was an omega in heat.”
“Is that why you requested that monster of a dildo?”
“Yeah.” Staneley didn’t even meet his eyes, looking at the water filling, the steam floating in the air.
“Why didn’t you request toys that were more appropriate to that then?”
“Because I didn’t want a toy for it, I wanted you.” He said, deciding to bare his heart. The narrator already helped him off a dildo for fucks sake, how much worse could it get?
“Me?” The narrator asked in shock, a dusting of blush on his face.
Stanley dared to look up, to meet his eyes. “It probably should be obvious but I kinda like you…this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten off thinking of you and your voice.” He’s not sure his face could get more red, going to the tips of his ears and down below his neck.
“You really find my voice alone that…attractive?” The narrator asked, in shock.
Stanley sat straighter, not liking the surprise in his tone, does he really not have a clue how sexy he is? “It’s perfect. Why do you think the denotation ending got me going so much? It wasn’t because my life was in danger or the timer on the clock; it was you. Your voice is a weapon.”
He watched as the narrator blushed deeply, a shy smile gracing his face. “Truly?”
Sanely smiled weakly. “I feel like I could come from your voice alone.”
“Oh my..” The narrator breathed out, looking back to the water. “What exactly is in my voice that does it?”
“When you degrade me or praise me. But there’s no ending calling me a good boy.”
The narrator swallowed, feeling that heat coil in his gut again. He had wanted Stanley since he first realized his little problem.
There were times when Staneley would have one hour alone to self-pleasure himself; the narrator would do the same sometimes, imagining what Stanley was doing. Before he could become hard at the thought of merely the idea of being Stanley’s alpha in his fantasy, he stopped the water, standing. “When you’re done, you can get dressed, clothing is on the counter.”
Stanley gave a nod, watching the man walk away, admiring his strong shoulders and arms. Once the door was closed he groaned. He already felt that warmth in his cock, just barely twitching. Now with an image of his narrator and how strong those shoulders could be….he could be so easily pinned down.
Before his thoughts could go further he stood, taking the blanket off and getting into the tub.
While Stanley relaxed, the narrator went about some in-depth research of alpha omega fantasies, wanting to be as accurate as possible for his Stanley. Now that he knows feelings are returned, it made it so much harder to push his arousal away, to focus on what he needed to do so he doesn’t cause injury.
All of seemed simple enough. Easy enough to simulate without the use of toys. Stanley said he was pretending he was in heat? Heats in erotica tend to be unexpected. Should he start the fantasy now?
He took the chance, going over the information once more before snapping his fingers. If it’s unwelcome he can easily snap it away.
Stanley was getting out of the tub, drying off when he felt the change the most, feeling his cock harden in seconds, his breathing to come out gasped and slick coming from his previously abused entrance, the narrator having healed it when he started the fantasy.
But it came with cramps and his cock head so swollen with need it was nearing purple. He whined with the sensations but somehow was still beyond excited.
He was leaning against the sink, waiting for a cramp to leave when the door opened, the narrator walking in with a concerned look, arm coming around Stanley’s back in comfort. “Has it started love?”
Stanley bit back a whine, of pain and excitement. “Yeah…”
“Would you like some help?” He asked, using it as consent. Stanley nodded, panting. “Yes, please.”
He felt the narrator's hand move to his slick hole, gently pressing the pad of his index finger in, just to test it. Stanley gasped out a moan, feeling more slick escape out, making a sticky mess of his thighs.
The narrator was in his ear now, making a pleasured shiver go down his spine. “Oh love, you are a mess. A mess all for me, let’s get you to bed and I’ll take care of you.” Stanley whined as he was picked up in the other's arms. He felt more slick escape, making him blush.
The narrator carried him easily to the bedroom, gently placing him on the bed. Before the narrator could say anything, Staneley grabbed his tie and pulled him down, crashing his lips to his. The other was taken by surprise but melted into it, nearly moaning into the kiss, moving to straddle Stanley, gently grinding into the hard cock below, hitting the tent in his own pants.
The narrator pulled away, shuddering as he leaned his head against the others, brown hair tickling his forehead. “Ooh why didn't you come to me?”
“Embarrassed…didn’t think you’d like me like that..” Stanley breathed out, hands tangling in the narrator's hair.
“Oh you know so little, I would have had you bent over in a heartbeat.”
Stanley whined, grinding more against him, the need for release nearing on painful, his cock feeling like it was throbbing, dripping pre as much as he was leaking slick.
The narrator got back into character, kissing Stanley’s neck, whispering in his ear. “Shush Love, I’ve got you.” He brought his hand to Stanley's neglected cock, stroking it gently. Stanley moaned, arching into his hand, attempting to grind for more friction, more everything but the narrator's other free hand, held his hips down, kept him from moving as he continued to stroke him, feeling the boiling pot to release. Whining and hands coming to grip his brown blazer as he panted; he’s never had a sexual experience quite this intense.
His climax hit him quickly and hard as he gasped out loud, as if he were injured, whining and trembling as white shot out and fell everywhere near him. On his stomach, his legs, even his chest. He opened his eyes, panting, seeing white spots on the blazer, blushing deeply.
“Oh god I got it on you..” he breathed out, still watching his breath.
The narrator leaned down, holding his face gently with his clean hand. “Enough of that shame your feeling, it’s going to get far messier than just a few spots on my blazer.” His other hand went under Stanley, Starting staring to finger his slick entrance, testing the stretch.
Stanley whimpered, opening his legs despite how embarrassed he was still feeling. “Please…more..”
“Oh do you want your alphas knot?” They narrator said softly, breathy, continuing to finger him open with no resistance. Staneley whined. “Yes..”
“Want me to breed you? Come so much inside you even my knot cannot keep it from escaping?”
“Oh fuck.. yes..” Stanley breathed out.
The narrator started kissing down Stanley’s neck, gently biting as he fumbled to get undressed. “You’re going to look so lovely round with our pups.”
Stanley whined at the praise, he wanted to be good for his mate, the idea of being round with this man’s pups made his hole clench and leak, needing to be filled.
“Oh so impatient, so eager for my knot.” He nearly growled in Stanley’s ear, now fully undressed and ready to breed the man below him. Stanley sat up on his elbows, panting. “Wait..I want to see you..” he raked his eyes up and down the narrator's fit body, eyes locking on his cock.
It was huge, at least two inches wide, just as girthy with an even larger base where his knot would soon be. As much as Stanley looked forward to being fucked by that, he also worried it would fit. “Will that fit in me?” He knows he has no right to be asking that after the narrator just helped him off a monster of a dildo.
The narrator, instead of having some comment about that, just bought three fingers to stanley's slick hole. “We can check.” He pushed three in, with almost no resistance. Stanley gasped, moaning and whining as he thrust his fingers in. The narrator smiled, taking his fingers away. “You are very loose and very eager. But if it does hurt, don’t hesitate to stop me, alright?”
Staneelt gave a nod, panting. The narrator got Stanley’s legs around him, his cockhead just barely breaching. The narrator, panting with restraint, spoke. “Ready love?”
“Yes, please, breed me..” Stanley whined, wanting to be fucked yesterday
The narrator pushed in gently, keeping himself from sinking into that delicious warmth too fast. He groaned low in his chest, leaning down, bracing his head on Stanley’s, holding his hips ready in a bruising grip.
Stanley gasped, feeling the stretch of such a large cock but his body was so warm and eager and oh so wet. What would have hurt normally felt like heaven as that cock stretched him and kept pushing in and in. He felt like he could barely breathe by the overwhelming amount of pleasure, only able to whimper and pant out gasps as the cock was fully inside him.
They were still, for about five seconds before Staneley whined, trying to move his hips. “Oh god, move please..need you…need your knot..”
The narrator wasted no time, starting at a brutal pace, panting and groaning as he held Stanley’s hips, watching his cock go in and out of his shiny hole before bending down, changing his angle to get as deep as possible, letting Staneley wrap around him.
Stanley was a mess below him, clinging to the narrator like a cat, nails digging into the skin on his back as he whimpered and cried out in pleasure, feeling another orgasim building with incredible speed, like a rapidly boiling pot about to boil over. “Oh fuck…gonna come..”
he felt like his orgasim was punched out of him, crying out, gasping and panting as he seized, cock shooting out once again, stronger than he could have ever anticipated, gripping onto the narrator even harder, if that were possible, his head so fuzzy and light he thought he might pass out.
The narrator panted, feeling his artificial knot grow, hiding his face in the crock of Stanley’s neck. “Gonna fill you up…fill so much your leaking…”
Stanley could only pant, arms coming to wrap around the others head, griping salt and pepper hair as he felt the knot tugging on his hole with every thrust, making him shudder in anticipation. “Please..please…I need it..” he whined.
With two more deep thrusts the knot was inside and inflating to a painful degree, making Stanley tense. The narrator groaned, holding still, kissing Stanley’s head. “I know it hurts love, you’ve done so well..” he moaned softly, tensing himself as he started to come, the knot letting out a steady stream into the other below him.
Staneley moaned softly as well, feeling it fill him. They both stayed like that, breathing in the same air, moaning softly with every little movement. Stanley could feel the come inside of him like he drank too much water, starting to leak out, making him whine. “Oh fuck…”
The narrator felt it too, groaning as his knot continued its stream, just barely starting to stop. “You’re going to be so beautiful all round with my pups.”
Finally his knot deflated, spent. He panted, pulling out gently, watching the gush of come escape, making them both shiver. “Oh Stanley…” he panted out, tempted to reach down and finger it back in. But Staneley was spent, nearly asleep in the post orgasim high. He laid next to him, holding him close, face to face. “How was that?”
Sandler smiled sleepily. “I think we should do that again sometime.”
The narrator chuckled softly. “That can be arranged.”