Frotting

Bruce looks at Will's dick and smiles, "Why don't you rub your dick against mine?"

"You think that will work better than fucking?" Will says, his face red.

"Clearly your desperate," Bruce says, moving close to Will. He grabs Will's dick, rubbing it against his own with his hand. Will was scrunched his eyes and bit his lip, the excess dopamine pounding through his system likely made his veins feel on fire. "That's it Will, submit to the alpha cock. Make your Alpha happy so you can cum."

"I'm not a fucking beta," Will stammered. Bruce applied more pressure, moving his hand and dick faster simultaneously. Bruce leaned forward, getting up in Will's face.

"You thought you were an alpha? That you could cheat on me and get away with it?" Bruce pushed Will onto the bed, restraining him with his body, all while thrusting his hips against Will's dick. "Look at you now. Begging me to make you cum like the slut you are. You're a fucking beta slut if I tell you." Will tried to look away, but Bruce wasn't having it. "Look at me beta slut." and Will did. Will and Bruce looked into each other's eyes. Just for a moment, Bruce saw it in his eyes: The fear. Suddenly Bruce felt it coming,, He shot his load all over Will, whose body convulsed. He let out the loudest, earth-shattering moan. His orgasm lasted for a whole minute and came like a fountain. His body was soaked and his jaw slacked by the end.