And then he was flat on his back on the broken cracked concrete, dust and dirt painting his back and his arms as they were wrenched over his head. He arched his shoulders and hips, craning with his belly upwards in yet another vain attempt to escape. The order to leave his hands where they were earned a snarl but actual obedience as well, the alpha command clear to his omega brain as a must follow directive.

He give a little kick with one of his feet, but it was more a jerk than a threat with the way that his alpha slotted in between his thighs and entered him. He was hot and slick, still dripping cum from their previous mating, and he made a throaty desperate sound as his walls were once again stretched. All his nerve ended flared with the pleasure of the contact and he had to twist his fingers together to keep himself from reaching out to grab at his alpha as he was pounded roughly into the cement. His mouth opened and close as if to say something, but only lewd mewling left him as his face became flushed and the bonding glands on his neck stood out in blatant advertising.