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Carl takes the omega by the arm and drags him into the forest.
"No! Stop! Please, please.!" The omega keeps screaming as they go deeper into the forest.
Carl stops, and the omega faces him in a daze. Despite being in a panicked state, the omega is still beautiful. Carl notices his messy hair in the way of his hazel eyes, which seem darker with fully dilated pupils. The omega's just stares at him.
"Hey, calm down. It's okay. Stop that."
considers stopping his plan when he sees the pure fear take over big eyes.
But he can't.
He has to do this, for him. The thought of another alpha having him sends a bolt of anger through his body. He has to do it. He has to keep him safe.
Carl keeps dragging him further into the woods. The omega doesn't shout. He's at a lost or words. Looking over, Carl sees he's pale and trembling.
When they arrive at a secluded area, Carl chose, Ron seems choked up.
There's a nice space in the forest, with trees around it, making it dark and hidden from sight.
Ron cries harder. "Please, no. Dont do this!"
He's young and has yet to learn to respect Alpha's decisions.
"Everything will be alright. This has to be done. You'll understand later."
"No! Please, I can't—"
Carl towers over him, his pheromones in full effect. He sees Ron shudders. Defying an Alpha is causing him distress as his body is telling him to submit.
"Lay down, face down, and present yourself to me."
He does as he was instructed to do, trembling and breathing heavily. Eventually, he lies down with his arms at his sides.
Carl enjoys the way the small boy obeys his orders.
"Present yourself, omega."
The boy lies there crying.
Carl tries again. He heard most omegas have always enjoyed taking the submissive position. They typically offered themselves willingly. "Get into position."
"I don't know how," Ron says.
"You've never been with an Alpha?"
It's unlikely that an Alpha would pass up the opportunity, to assert dominance over someone as cute as him.
"I-I haven't been with anyone before," Ron admits.
Carl had suspected as much, but hearing the confirmation of Ron's virginity causes him to get turned on.
Carl kneels beside the boy's legs and places his hands on his hips. Ron shivers when he removes his t-shirt revealing the skin of his lower back. All his aroused mind can focus it's how good it is going to feel being inside the omega holding his hips like this.
"I'll be good to you."
Ron tries to squirm out of Carl's hold, and It gets Carl's Alpha side fired up and going all feral.
With a fierce grip, he drags the crying boy by his legs until he's back underneath him.
And he begins to undress him, with rough, quick, needy movements. His shirt becomes shreds on the grass, his shoes are tossed haphazardly, and his pants and underwear slip off easily with one strong yank from the Alpha.
And just like that, Ron is naked in front of Carl.
The distressed omega pheromones bring Mike in, bringing his wild side under control.
The omega standing before him is the most beunas thing he's ever seen. From his petite waist and delicate pale thighs. And of course, his full and round ass.
Carl's hands roam over the omega's skin. The omega's scent changes. He can detect the distress the body beneath him is feeling.
He grips his hips by the sides and thrusts it upward. "I'll show you how to present yourself," he says, "Just get your bottom high up, like this. And hold it."
Ron struggles, but when Carl lets go of his hips, it stands in an decent presentation. With just a gentle tug, he can reveal the omega's pink, hairless, and tight, hole.
"No, please, stop. This is gonna hurt!"
Carl can see how tight and dry his entrance is. If he just pushed it in it would tear.
But he knows he doesn't haven't much time. The quicker this is finished, the sooner it will all be over.
So, he stands up and takes his clothes off. Ron looks over his shoulders at him, his face a mess of tears.
He positions himself to line up his hard cock with the entrance. The wail coming from the omega's chest does nothing to arouse him more. If it were his choice, he would rather choose a willing partner, like the others he's had before…
That's when he remembers that the omegas have a way of easing the way—slick. But Carl doesn't want it to hurt. And damn, he should have brought lube! It would be so simple. But he didn't think about that.
He lifts his hands to caress the side of Ron's ass, and his hole constricts. Carl touches it with his thumb and begins to massage it firmly, up and down.
It smells amazing, probably reminiscent of the scent it shows during heat. As more fluid seeps out of the hole, Carl can feel it coating his finger and see it begin to ooze over the rosy scrotum.
"What are you doing?" Ron cries.
"Just try to relax."
Instead, Ron screams when Carl inserts a finger, it goes all the way easily. It's burning hot and wet and soft. His Alpha side is at the forefront of his action again as he pushes his finger out and lifts his hips higher than before, enough to clearly show the glistening ass for viewing.
He can no longer resist the urge to breed the omega. He urges to fuck him mercilessly and to cum inside of him. He wants to make him bear his puppies and to mark him as his own. The desire is intense, pressing, and primal.
Carl can't see anything but the omega when he pushes his dick inside his ass. He meets resistance at first, but with a little force it opens for him, and he sinks in at once. Ron screams and tries to get off the ground, but Carl's hand goes faster to the middle of his back and forces him down.
Dominate him, it's easy, omega's are weak by nature. If he resists, pound faster so he knows what happens when he's not willing.
Carl pulls out slowly to test the tightness before thrusting in again. Ron is full-on crying with closed eyes, his hands holding tight to the fabric under him. But when the Alpha drags his cock slowly inside him again, he swallows his next wails.
His ass is dripping wet already, so Carl establishes a slow pace in and out. It helps a lot since he is so tight.
"Ah, Alpha…" Ron whispers, but Carl can barely hear it.
He experiences the omega's scent again and finds it hard to believe his senses—the underlying desire. Despite the fear and panic, there's pure and simple arousal that remains.
While still thrusting, the Alpha feels the omega's walls clenching around him, welcoming him. At least, physically. As he checks on Ron, his face appears to be in conflict, with pleasure slowly overpowering the panicked expression.
Carl adjusts Ron's hips to a new angle. He aims to find the prostate or uterus, which he knows can both bring sexual pleasure. Rapid and deep thrusts can only be enjoyable when the omega is actively participating, as they can control their body to receive it properly. However, in this situation, Carl must restrain his Alpha instincts and be more considerate with his movements. And with a bit of focus, Ron moans.
His eyes scrunch and his mouth opens, and that beautiful sound comes off his lips when Carl repeats the motions of his hips, hitting that sensitive spot inside of him.
"Aah, Alpha…"
"Yes!"
"I'm…ugh…"
"What is it?"
"I…" Ron stops himself from speaking and his face contorts in agony once again.
"Fuck." Carl curses under his breath for losing control of his movements, as he begins to move unconsciously fast. He can't bring himself to stop, as the sensation feels too good.
He has the most perfect omega under him, who has submitted to him, even if only for a few seconds. He can't suppress his pride.
"You're so fucking perfect," Carl declares out loud, and he means every word. Somehow, Ron sense it, as he lets out a pleased whimper in response.
While still moving, Carl reaches for Ron's front with his hand, searching for his dick.
An omega's member is not considered important, or so Carl was taught in school. It's a vestigial organ that evolution has not yet gotten rid of. Some don't even work properly. But Ron's cock feels amazing in Ca's grip, not completely rigid, but pulsing gently. His hand easily covers it completely. So, Carl doesn't care what everyone says, he likes touching it.
He begins manipulating it simultaneously with his intrusion. Ron resists and tries to struggle but to no avail. The harder he resists, the more stimulation he receives, and the atmosphere around them becomes saturated with lust.
The poor omega appears to be nearly drunk. His eyes are glossy, his cheeks are rosy, and his hair is sweaty and clings to his forehead. In this state, he is even more attractive, igniting the desire of his Alpha to continue to ravage him.
He then quickens the pace, relishing in the motion of mounting. It must be hitting the most sensitive spots within the omega, causing him to emit an exquisite sound, a blend of desperation and fear. "Ahh, no. No, I can't cum... Ahh... No, please. I don't want to."
I never let them come, man, even if they beg for it. He remembers a friend saying once. It makes them sleepy, and you can’t go again and again in a sleeping body. It is no fun.
Carl finds it exhilarating. There is something about the way omegas seems to lose themselves in the moment that excites him, driving him to become even hornier.
But, for some reason, Ron doesn't want this. However, Carl is unfazed and thinks that he'll have to get used to it from now on.
His dick is firm and hot in Carl's hand, but still not full. Maybe he's holding back, but this is no problem. If there's one thing he knows for certain, it's that omega bodies are not fair to their owners. Every aspect of their small frames can bring on various forms of orgasms, whether it's a single one or multiple, wet or dry. All they require is an Alpha. Carl can't comprehend why so many don't find this appealing.
“Don’t hold yourself, It’s gonna feel good.”
He leans in closer, taking in the scent of the gland located in his nape. It has a sweet and ripe aroma. To bond with him, he must bite it. However, before doing so, he runs his tongue over it, savoring the salty sweat on the skin above it. This sends a shiver down his body and he can feel the knot at the base of his dick start to swell.
He lets out a string of curses, the urge to insert the growing bulb inside the tight omega cunt becoming nearly unbearable. Somehow, Ron can sense it and he responds by fighting even more fervently to break free.
"Hey, hold on. It's going to be okay," Carl reassures, using his Alpha voice to soothe him. The effect is immediate, with the omega submitting and calming down. Carl releases enough pheromones to make the young one sway unsteadily.
He uses this moment to thrust fiercely, aiming at that sensitive spot inside. Like an uprising tide, his climax is approaching. And Ron is too, he feels it in waves all over his dick. He doesn’t stop, just does it more and more.
At the edge, Carl pushes his knot inside. As Ron cums he cries out in pleasure, and Carl bites deeply into his gland, savoring the bloody flavor that floods his mouth. The sensation rushes through his body, and he feels them both pulsing in unison. Alpha and Omega, pleasure and pain.
Ron lets out soft whimpers, with no resistance or struggle. Their connection is so strong, Carl feels confident that Ron can sense his intentions and reassurances as much as Carl can feel his confusion and fear.
Now, Ron is his omega and mate, forever.
The intense feeling lasts only for a few seconds, but as he continues to grip Ron's neck, he repeats the words through the newly formed bond, mine, protected, safe over and over.
They're connected by the knot too, and Ron involuntarily continues to milk it. Carl nearly collapses from the intensity of the feeling, it's unlike anything he's experienced with an omega before, both physically and emotionally. It's a lot to handle, but he manages to keep himself together, his mind racing to ensure that Ron is okay.
When he finally relaxes his grip and stands, Carl assesses his condition. His neck is marked, there are bruises all over his body, and his face lies limply on the soft fabric. He looks thoroughly exhausted and destroyed. It's a beautiful sight.
He tries to make his knot retract, but it doesn't work. When he tries to move, Ron becomes frightened and begs, "Don't move, please." Carl coos and comforts him by stroking his back. "Yes, yes, I won't. Don't worry."
He can tell by Ron's expression that he's ashamed, but he's still too out of it to fully react. The knot has shrunk significantly, and Carl makes an effort to pull out, causing Ron to moan in discomfort. Eventually, Ron falls to the floor, completely lax.
Carl stands and looks at his broken omega.
He quickly gathers their clothes, putting on his own, leaving the jacket out, before searching for Ron's. Although he is able to salvage Ron's pants, his shirt and underwear are beyond repair.
As Carl approaches him again, he appears lost and vulnerable, with wide, wary eyes. But when Carl leans down, he doesn't flinch.
"What's your name?" Carl asks, already knowing the answer but it has to be done.
"Ron," he whispers.
"Ron, you're my omega now. I'm Carl. What am I to you?"
Ron's lips shake and he tries to hide them, but eventually, he answers softly, "You're my Alpha."
"That's right. Come on, let me help you get dressed."
After dressing Ron, Carl picks him up bridal style carrying him towards his home.
Carl can only hope his Mate will forgive him one day