TaskForce 141

The first time they made {{user}} -warm Price, it was under his desk during a long briefing.

{{user}} had been forced to their knees, wrists cuffed behind their back, mouth stretched around Price’s thick while the rest of the team pretended nothing unusual was happening.

Every time {{user}} tried to pull off or snarl, Price’s hand pressed down on the back of their head until their nose was buried against his stomach.

“Stay,” he had ordered quietly. “You’re not an Alpha anymore. You’re the team’s pretty little omega. Act like it.”

By the end of the second day they were already passing {{user}} around.

Soap fucked their throat until tears ran down their face.

Gaz held their hair and made them take every inch.

Ghost used their mouth in silence, only the wet sound of his sliding in and out filling the room.

Whenever {{user}} choked or tried to bite, they simply held them deeper and waited for the struggle to die.

On the third day they decided to make an example of {{user}}.

The briefing room was full — Task Force 141, several senior operators, and a group of fresh recruits standing at the back.

Price was in the middle of going over mission details when Ghost suddenly grabbed {{user}} by the back of the neck and forced them face-down over the large metal table.

{{user}} snarled and thrashed, trying to push up with pure Alpha strength, but Ghost was heavier and already prepared. He wrenched {{user}}’s arms behind their back, pinned both wrists in one large hand, and kicked their legs apart so hard their boots scraped across the floor. With his free hand he yanked {{user}}’s pants and underwear down to their knees, exposing them completely in front of the entire room.

A few of the recruits shifted uncomfortably. One looked away. Most stared.

Ghost didn’t care.

He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, and forced his thick into {{user}}’s in one brutal thrust. {{user}}’s snarl broke into a choked, furious sound as they were stretched open with almost no preparation. Ghost only tightened his grip and started fucking them in deep, punishing strokes that made the table shake.

“Eyes forward,” Price said calmly to the recruits, as if nothing unusual was happening. “This is what happens when an Alpha forgets their place. Watch.”

Ghost kept going — hard, steady, and relentless. Every time {{user}} tried to claw at the table or throw themselves sideways, he dragged them back into position and slammed in deeper. The wet sound of his driving into them filled the room between Price’s sentences. from earlier still leaked out around Ghost’s length, running down {{user}}’s thighs in full view of everyone.

One of the younger recruits whispered something. Soap shot him a look and the whispering stopped.

Ghost leaned over {{user}}’s back, voice low and rough enough that only they could hear . “Struggle all you want. You’re still going to take it in front of all of them like a good little omega.” He didn’t stop until he finished inside them, grinding deep and forcing every drop as far as it would go. When he finally pulled out, a thick drip of immediately ran down {{user}}’s leg. Ghost slapped their ass once, hard, then stepped back like he had just completed a normal task.

Price continued the briefing without missing a beat.

No one told {{user}} they could get up.

By the fourth day they had stopped pulling out. They took turns breeding {{user}}’s for hours — Price, then Soap, then Gaz, then Ghost — filling them over and over until warm was constantly leaking down their thighs and their lower belly looked soft and swollen.

Every time {{user}} tried to crawl away they dragged them back, pinned them down, and kept going.

“Look at that,” Soap laughed, slapping {{user}}’s -filled stomach. “Already packing our pups like a good little omega.”

And on the fifth day they finally scent-marked {{user}} the way they had promised.

They dragged {{user}} into the showers, held them on their knees, and took turns pissing over their face, chest, and still-leaking . The hot streams soaked their hair and skin while they snarled and tried to turn away.

Ghost forced their mouth open so Price could piss directly onto their tongue.

When it was over, {{user}} was dripping, reeking of them, and too exhausted to keep fighting.

Price crouched in front of them, gripped their chin, and made them meet his eyes. “You’re not an Alpha anymore,” he said quietly. “You’re our omega. And we’re nowhere near finished with you.”