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It started off as a joke.
Bobby whispering, ‘Breed me Alpha’ as Nigel moved to pull out before his knot could pop, causing him to instead shove it deep into his abused hole, tearing it in the process. The feeling of finally being stuffed full, Nigel unloading his come deep into his belly while he writhed and bled around his knot turned out to be addictive. Nigel, groaning ‘Take it like a good little Omega’ was the final nail in the coffin.
Now though, he’s not so sure anymore. He’s strapped ass up to a breeding bench in Nigel’s brother's basement, sweat already beading across his body as his Alpha’s slick fingers probe at his hole.
“Soon we won’t need this” Nigel hums behind him as he throws the lube away, “I bet you’re gonna slick up real good for me, won’t you Omega?”
“‘m not so sure about this Nigel,” he mutters and tries to look back at him, finding it difficult to support his head and so he lets it drop between his arms.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s just that uh,” he grunts as Nigel slips his fingers back inside him to continue the attack on his prostate, “How d’you know if it’s gonna work?”
“My brother’s a doctor,” Nigel shrugs, “Plus he’s into some real weird shit so I know he knows his stuff.” Nigel’s fingers stop their lazy stretching, and suddenly there’s a hand in Bobby’s hair forcing his head up, “You have been taking your hormone shots, right?”
He hisses at the sting in his scalp and looks as meekly as he can at Nigel’s upside down eyes, trying his best at a placating purr his Alphan vocal cords can manage, “Of course I have.”
Nigel lets his head drop back down and Bobby’s neck aches at the force, “Then we don’t have anything to worry about, gorgeous. Just one more shot and this one session.”
“Remind me how that works again?” Bobby groans.
“Something about the Alpha pheromones and come triggering the Omega instincts outta you. Making you go into heat. I don’t fuckin’ know, stopped listening after Hannibal mentioned the bench.”
Bobby can hear the grin in his voice as Nigel pets over his lower back and ass, the bench no doubt making him look like an Omega whore, ready for breeding. Well, he thinks, I guess that’s what I’m gonna be. Not that he can ever get pregnant, but still. They’ve never even wanted pups, so it doesn’t matter.
He’s not sure how the bench is necessary, -something about accessibility and proper position- but the excitement in Nigel’s eyes when he told him about it makes it almost worth the ache in his limbs. It hasn’t even been thirty minutes, and already he feels like his muscles are on fire, the leather restraints digging into his skin every time he tries to move.
Bobby mewls as a third finger pushes through his throbbing rim, no doubt already red and puffy as Nigel takes no care in stretching him. It’s one thing that Bobby likes about him, the careless and selfish dominance he holds over him, even when Bobby was a ‘proper’ Alpha. Maybe this was supposed to happen, for a better, stronger Alpha to make him into the Omega he was always meant to be.
“Okay baby,” Nigel says after a while as he removes his fingers from him and moves to fetch something from the side table, “Your last shot. No turning back now.” He swipes disinfectant over Bobby’s hip, ”Ready?”
The needle is under his skin before Bobby can answer. He hisses at the sting of the cold liquid.
For some reason, he expects it to take effect immediately -like magic. But of course, he doesn’t feel any different.
The syringe is tossed into a trashcan and Bobby hears it shatter from the impact, Nigel already pawing impatiently at his belt.
As soon as he frees his cock Nigel slams into him. It’s a part of it, Bobby thinks distantly, for the bitching Alpha to be forceful and dominant to coax the Omegan submission out of the other, yet it doesn’t hurt any less. His cock drags inside him from poor lubrication, Nigel no doubt gaining a level of sadistic pleasure from his pained whimpering. In this position Nigel feels huge inside him, like he’s bumping up against his lungs and stealing his breath away.
He grips possessively at Bobby’s hips, as if he could get away from the bench otherwise, driving his cock into him at a punishing pace without giving him a second to adjust. Bobby feels the ridge of his cockhead catch at his rim when he pulls out enough, then nudging his prostate when he slams home.
Bobby’s already sweating all over, just from pain and nerves alone. He has to remind himself this is what he wants, what they want, and how good the outcome will be for the both of them. After this, they’ll be just like a normal couple. Maybe then they don’t have to be ashamed anymore, they can go on real dates, maybe Nigel will hold his hand when they go out in public. Maybe they can finally bond.
Bobby moans at a more savage thrust, surprised at how hard and desperate he already feels.
“Takin' it so pretty,” Nigel grunts and pulls out, pulling down his foreskin and smearing his precome all over Bobby’s ass and thighs. Bobby moans when he feels Nigel’s cock slide between his legs and over his balls, leaking over his own painfully hard and neglected cock.
Nigel digs his thumbs into his hole, spreading him open to watch it twitch and pulsate. As cold air hits his wet opening, Bobby suddenly feels achingly empty. Something twists in his stomach making him moan in want. Nigel spits directly into him, smearing it around with his thumb.
“Stop fuckin’ teasing me,” Bobby groans and digs his nails into the plush leather of the chairs padding.
A loud smack sounds in the room before he feels the sting on his ass cheek. “Is that any way to speak to your Alpha?” Nigel growls, spanking him again, harder. Bobby hears blood rushing in his ears, his face burning from shame and arousal and whatever else. He chokes on his own spit as Nigel pinches and pulls at his skin, tapping the head of his cock on the burning flesh.
Nigel smacks him three times in fast succession, on the same spot so it no doubt leaves an angry red mark. “Answer me.”
“N-No,” he whines.
“No?”
“No Alpha. ‘m sorry.”
“Fucking right you are.” Nigel slaps him a final time, right over his hole before pushing back in.
Nigel plasters himself across his back as he starts chasing his release, balls smacking loudly against his perineum and driving loud cries from Bobby, shaking the whole bench so violently it creaks on the stone floor. Nigel’s smell invades his lungs, it’s all he can breathe, just Nigel, Nigel, Nigel.
Bobby’s brain is getting hazy, a fire burning in his gut unlike he’s ever felt, Nigel’s cock carving a space inside him that feels painfully empty every time he pulls out. He’s no longer holding himself up, except to push back against Nigel’s hips, all fight left from his limbs that lay useless in their restraints.
It all sort of fades away, the bench, the pain, the cold air of the room. There’s only Nigel.
Nigel bites and sucks at the skin of his back and shoulders, his broad hands mapping Bobby’s body as though he truly were a small Omega. It feels like he doesn’t have the bulk of an Alpha against Nigels bigger form, especially now as he’s curled up over the bench with Nigel wrapped around him. His clothes chafe on Bobby’s skin, his mind suddenly craving skin on skin contact, the warmth of an Alpha in rut.
With the cant of his hips Nigel hits his prostate on every thrust, Bobby’s mind adapting to a chant of submit, Alpha, breed, Nigel. His stomach clenches painfully, making Bobby let out a particularly loud moan.
Nigel pulls out again and suddenly Bobby feels like crying.
“No, n- Alpha,” he whines as Nigel detaches himself from his shaking body.
Nigel spreads his cheeks again, this time just watching his hole without touching it. He hears Nigel scent him, and then a low groan.
“God, baby,” he whispers, a level of awe in his voice Bobby hasn’t heard before, “You’re slicking up for me.”
Before Bobby can reply or even really register the words being said, Nigel drops to his knees and drags his tongue through the slick pouring from his hole. Bobby can finally feel it now that Nigel’s no longer plugging him up, he shudders as another cramp forces a gush of slick from him all over Nigel’s face. He hears Nigel moan before he dips his tongue into his loosened hole.
Bobby’s always enjoyed it when Nigel eats him out, the man always goes at the job with such fervor, but now it feels like he’s really trying to reach into his stomach with his tongue. Bobby hears him as he slurps up his slick as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the lewd sounds making his face burn and whines escape his throat. He comes back out to trace his rim, tease his soaked balls and suck them into his mouth before sliding back in again. He nips and bites everywhere he can reach, seemingly determined to have Bobby a writhing mess under him.
Bobby enjoys it, he really does, but he just feels so empty. He pictures Nigel’s neglected cock leaking all over the floor and he whines in indignation.
“Please Alpha. Need… need your cock. Plug me up with your knot, please.”
“Don’t worry baby, ‘m not gonna leave you wet ‘n wanting,” Nigel purrs against his ass, “You’re gonna be so full and heavy with my come by the time I’m done with you, aren’t you Omega?”
Bobby whines with need. Nigel stands up again with a lingering filthy kiss on his rim, then teases it with the head of his cock, barely pushing in before pulling out again, “Gonna breed you real good.”
“Please,” Bobby cries cramping again, “Wanna be round with your pups.”
Nigel sucks in a long breath, holding the base of his cock where his knot is already half inflated so he doesn’t blow his load right away. Bobby already looks wrecked, his wet hole slicking a path down his shaking thighs, ass bruising red and gleaming with Nigel’s precome. He arches his back more, whining so prettily it makes Nigel wonder how Bobby ever was an Alpha.
He can see how the painful heat cramps shake his lithe body, he isn’t truly a cruel man. He sinks into the searing heat of Bobby’s body again, the grip so tight and wet and perfect his eyes roll back a little. He grabs two handfuls of Bobby’s ass, pressing his fingers into the already forming bruises as he starts thrusting into the weak, sobbing mess of a man.
His knot starts immediately catching, forcing Bobby’s body to accommodate, unused to a knot but slick and lax enough for it to not hurt much. Bobby feels his own orgasm approaching, even as his cock dangles between his thighs, useless, untouched and dripping. There isn’t a pressure at the base of it, the loose skin isn’t tightening to form a knot but the telltale signs of release are there. It builds and builds and builds, he feels wound up, like a live wire, sensitive and ready to burst. It’s not coming through, he can’t get there, even as his prostate is battered and abused. He wants to cry.
Nigel cards his fingers through the back of his hair, uncharacteristically gentle as they lift his head up. He leans to whisper in his ear, breath hot and wet against his cheek, “Such a good little Omega. Taking it like you were made for me. D’you want my knot, baby?”
“Fuck, yes, Alpha! Ne- need it,” he slurs.
Nigel grins and licks a salty tear rolling down Bobby’s cheek, “How bad?”
“I- I can’t… Nigel, Alpha, so bad, I need it so bad I’ll- I’ll do anything, fuck, I need…”
“Anything, huh?” Nigel chuckles, “You’re gonna clean me off after, make sure to not waste a drop, right gorgeous?”
“Yes, please…” Bobby’s voice trails off, rough from moaning.
Nigel sighs, “So pretty when you cry. My little martyr.”
With a final snap of his hips he buries himself to the hilt, locking them together on his knot and spilling hotly, deep inside his Omega. Bobby spasms around him, letting out a long cry and finally able to come, his cock twitching in the air as his seed drips out weakly. Nigel reached down to pull at it, marveling at the lack of a knot and the whimpers that pour out of Bobby when he gets too overstimulated.
The suction of Bobby’s body feels like heaven, his hole finally accepting Nigel’s cock and knot like an Omega’s meant to, coaxing more and more come out of him with each pulse.
Bobby can hear the quiet little praises Nigel whispers into his hair, a content purr rumbling from his chest at having pleased his Alpha so well. He’s panting, bruised and wet all over, yet he’s never been more happy. Cockdrunk, he thinks with a smile.
Nigel’s weight’s on him like a blanket, promising comfort and safety for him and his pups. In his hazy, fucked out mind he thinks he’ll get pregnant, he’s sure of it. He can already feel Nigel’s seed taking, his belly rounding and filling with come and soon a baby. He’s so happy he wants to cry, how can he not be when he has such a strong and virile Alpha all to himself.
Bobby’s not sure how much time passes, but now Nigel is pulling out, followed by a gush of come and slick. Bobby whines as his loose hole clenches, trying to keep it all inside. Nigel helps by pushing two fingers into him, only to pull them back out and lick them clean. He groans at the taste of the two of them mixing together.
He circles around the bench, studying Bobby’s limp form as he shivers and shakes in his binds. He lifts Bobby’s head up to meet his eyes, though there’s no light behind them. Bobby smiles at him through his lashes though, probably because he smells his Alpha so near. He looks so beautiful like this, Nigel thinks, content and trusting.
Nigel bends down to kiss him and push some of their come and slick into his mouth, which Bobby gladly laps up. Nigel has to pull away when Bobby can’t stop licking blindly at him, like a kitten, making the man whine. Nigel hushes him and offers him his softening cock instead. He has to open Bobby’s jaw with his hand so it can fully slide inside, but as soon as Bobby has it he starts suckling at it, wanting to draw out all the taste of his Alpha.
He looks so serene Nigel almost feels bad about what he’s about to do. Almost.
Bobby hears distantly as Nigel grunts, then a warm and rich, acidic taste floods his mouth. And it keeps coming, and coming, and coming, until he’s choking on it and it’s dripping out of the corners of his mouth.
“C’mon baby, that's it,” Nigel’s hand coaxes his throat to swallow, so he does, “Gotta get you filled up so it sticks, right?”
He sounds so loving, so doting. His voice echoes in Bobby's brain like that of god.
Nigel watches his Omega happily drinking down his piss, a blissed out expression on his face. A possessive growl forces its way out of his chest as he pets his obedient toy for being so good for him. Bobby gurgles a little, more piss leaking from his lips as they can’t form a seal around his cock. Nigel tsks but, feeling generous, lets it go. Bobby nuzzles against his wrist, scenting him, and making the most delicious little noises.
Who knew Bobby Bronson would make such a good, sweet little Omega.