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Bakugou hummed flipping throughout the pages of the booklet. We offer the best training programs for your omegas, was stated in big letters, and the programs' list was quite impressive starting from your usual simple obedience trainings and ending with a literal pet training, during which omegas would get accustomed to being fucked by dogs or other animals, depending on the master's wishes. There were pain tolerance trainings, trainings involving electricity, various trainings for watersports plays. The renowned omega centre also provided different body modification services like breasts enlargement or castration.
Thanks to our newest technology we can stretch your omega's to the exact size you desire with utmost precision.
Our milking facilities are equipped with the cutting edge machinery.
Honestly, there was almost too much to try, and Bakugou, fortunately, had two lovely omegas to experiment with. He looked over at them. They had been laying on the bench for at least an hour by now, legs tied together at the shins, hips rocking in synchrony, fucking into each other with the new toy he had bought for them — a double-ended dildo. Shouto's eyes were already rolling back into his skull from overstimulation, his little cocklet limp against his stomach, in the pool of his dried up cum, mouth slack and drooling. Midoriya was in no better shape but he still had another orgasm left in him, his cock painfully hard, red and twitching.
As if sensing Bakugou's gaze, Midoriya slightly turned his head to meet his eyes. Shiny tears were running down Midoriya's flushed cheeks, his eyelids trembled. Bakugou's own cock twitched at the sight of the two of them being so fucked out. Watching their hips roll together, asses slapping against each other, skin raw and sensitive, was like watching the inner workings of a perfect mechanism. The sounds were also delicious — loud moaning and whining and mewling, like little kittens. His little kittens.
"Master, please," Midoriya called for him softly, voice broken and scratchy.
Bakugou put the booklet aside and stood up from his chair. Shouto's eyelashes fluttered, as he tried to focus on Bakugou, too, his mouth struggled to form words and could produce only a pathetic, tired humming. He looked so overwhelmed that a small pang of pity shot through Bakugou's chest, but the hardness in his pants instantly overwrote it. Who was he kidding, he liked seeing his omegas being a mess.
"Poor little thing," Bakugou murmured, as he stroked Shouto's hair, which made Midoriya mewl in clear jealousy.
Bakugou ignored him, watching their holes touch with each push of their hips, the air filled with obscene wet sounds of their slick and the overpowering smell of their arousal. Their pacing was beginning to get awkward and stuttering. He, honestly, was surprised they were able to maintain it as steady as it is for such a long time. Well, they were well trained physically because Bakugou liked to force them fuck or fuck them himself in difficult positions to hold, impossible for someone who was not fit, although sometimes he thought about trying a weight gain kink with Shouto or with Midoriya or maybe with both of them at the same time, the image of their chubby asses pressed together made him even more horny.
"Master..." Midoriya whined again, desperate for attention. Bakugou thought about continuing to ignore him, seeing him cry more as the last orgasm was being wrought out of him, much too slowly with the dildo starting to miss hitting his prostate the right way. Neither he, nor Shouto were allowed to touch themselves.
"What, you want me to touch your pathetic clit?" he laughed cruelly.
Midoriya flushed even more from the degradation, throwing his head back, sweat glistening on his red skin. Bakugou knew he enjoyed it when he was mean to him.
"Yes, master," he pleaded.
"Yes what? And look at me when you answer."
Midoriya turned his misty eyes back to Bakugou, sniffling. Bakugou patted Shouto's pretty head again, making sure that Midoriya kept looking, the desperation and yearning shining on his face with tears.
"T-touch my clit, please, sir."
"That's better."
Bakugou moved away from Shouto, who whimpered at the loss, and wrapped his hand around Midoriya cock.
"Good boy," he praised him, probably overfrying his brain with the sudden change of tone, and Midoriya was instantly coming dry, a scream flying out of his raw throat.
Both of them stopped moving for a moment to cath their breath, but then started again clumsily, too exhausted and fucked out, but still obedient in following their master's order.
"You can stop," Bakugou told them gently. More than being degraded they enjoyed being dotted over, which Bakugou did rarely so he wouldn't spoil them.
"Thank you, master," both of them said almost at the same time. Bakugou smiled and ruffled Midoriya's hair, then Shouto's. He helped them take the dildo out and put it on the bench, then united their legs. As soon as the ropes were gone, they pressed their knees to their stomachs and pulled apart their ass cheeks with their hands to show Bakugou the red and puffy gaping openings.
"You did good, and I've been thinking you deserve a vacation," Bakugou told them, pushing three fingers into Shouto's hole. He pumped them in and out for a few times, testing the stretch, then did the same with Midoriya.
"Vacation," Shouto repeated, looking at him dreamily, eyes half-lidded.
"Yeah, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Now I want you both to suck me off."
They readily scrambled off the bench to the floor and stood on their knees in front of him. Midoriya pulled Bakugou's pants down with his underwear and wrapped his hand around Bakugou's cock. Shouto went first, giving the head a few shy, kitten-like licks before sucking on it with reawakened vigour in his movements. Midoriya slided his hand up and down the shaft, slowly at first, then speeded up, pumping Bakugou's cock into Shouto's eager mouth. Shouto took him deeper with each bob of his head, hollowing his cheeks, lips touching Midoriya's fingers.
"Don't be greedy, Shou," Bakugou warned him.
Shouto tried to apologise but his mouth was too stuffed with cock to produce something illegible, except moaning. He let the cock out with a loud pop, a string of spit still connecting them. Midoriya licked it away. He started softly lapping at the side of the shaft, nose dragging against the sensitive skin. At the same time Shouto's head dove down to mouth at Bakugou's balls, eyes looking up at him, filled with lustful admiration.
They looked perfect together worshipping his cock, Bakugou thought, allowing himself a small encouraging gasp for them to hear. He tugged at Shouto's hair, forcing his head back up to join Midoriya. Shouto licked a long stripe on the other side of Midoriya, moving his mouth up. The tips of their tongues met over the head of the cock and teased each other playfully. They began sucking the head in turns, making wet, slurping noises.
"Stop," Bakugou ordered as soon as he felt the orgasm rapidly building in his balls. They stopped immediately, opening their mouths wide, tongues out like a dog.
Bakugou pumped his cock a few more times and came, shooting his cum all over their blissed faces.
"Good boys," he praised them again, being in a generous mood, as he watched them swallow the cum that ended up on their tongues. "Now off to wash yourself but not your faces, the cum stays until morning."
"Yes, sir.”