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The world was not a good place, at least not for everyone. Fadel, being the older brother and an Alpha, knew that the world was not a good place. Especially not for his younger brother, who had the misfortune of being born an Omega.
Their world, and particularly their society, did not treat Omegas well. They still clung to the brutal mindset of treating Omegas almost like objects. Omegas were still the property of Alphas, without the right to own money, take up work, or make decisions about anything that mattered. Not even about their own lives.
Fadel had spent most of his life as the caretaker and protector of his brother. He put a lot of effort into trying to raise Bison to be a normal person. He tried to limit the influence of tradition and society on the boy, especially during his formative years. He tried to teach him to have a sense of self-worth. He tried to teach him how to live and how to navigate the world. He taught him everything he had learned in school, despite their mother's disapproval. And when he was old enough to start working, he packed his bags, took Bison, and left their mother's house before she could decide to whom to sell Bison.
Fadel knew that in their mother's eyes, as well as in the eyes of most of society, Bison was just an object. Most saw Omegas through the lens of how many children they could bring into the world. That was how the value of an Omega was determined—based on how fertile they were. Fadel never wanted to see his brother that way. To him, Bison was a good boy—kind, smart, capable. He had an incredible artistic talent. Fadel knew that if Bison had been born an Alpha, he would have had the chance to become a true artist and hold grand exhibitions of his work. Now, unfortunately, being an Omega, the only thing he could do was paint for his own pleasure...
Fadel thought that his efforts, though great, had at least some meaning. He hoped that all the time he had invested in raising Bison to be a proper man would pay off, and that he would be able to live like anyone else...
Unfortunately, what he wanted for Bison was never what his brother wanted. He discovered this brutally only after noticing Bison's disappearance from their well-guarded home...
Bison didn't want to be a good person. He didn't want to be responsible. He didn't want to be a normal human being. He didn't want to have a sense of self-worth.
Bison wanted to have an Alpha...
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Bison, after running away from home, wearing only the light, flowing clothes he had, walked forward. He was almost never allowed to leave the house, and when he did have the chance, he was always with Fadel, who held his hand like a misbehaving child. Bison knew that his brother cared for him in his own way, but that wasn't what he wanted from life.
Bison wanted to be free, like every other Omega in the world.
He didn't want to be safe or responsible. He didn't want to be treated like a human being. He didn't see the point in being a human if it meant he couldn't be free. He preferred to be an object.
He walked at a leisurely pace, looking around with wide eyes. For the first time in his life, he could really take everything in. When he went out with Fadel, his brother would always cover his eyes if he saw something "inappropriate." Fadel didn't even know what Bison saw on the internet. His brother couldn't protect him from everything, especially when Bison didn't want to be protected.
So he walked calmly, observing how on a park bench, an Omega sat with her legs spread wide, and her Alpha's penis filled her until her stomach jumped under the force of his thrusts. Bison swallowed hard as he watched. Slippery, wet fluid dripped from the Omega's insides, soaking her Alpha's thighs beneath her. He was fascinated. He felt something stir inside him, as the space in the lower part of his abdomen tightened.
He walked on, turning his gaze away from the pair.
He began to count quickly on his fingers. The pain in his lower abdomen was strange. Almost as if his heat was approaching, but... it shouldn't be. He was sure his last heat had been just two weeks ago. He should be safe now. He shouldn't be feeling this way.
His legs led him toward a bowling alley. He had only seen this place in movies. It had always fascinated him. He wanted to see it with his own eyes. He wanted to experience it.
Bison quietly entered, trying not to draw attention to himself. He stood against the wall, watching as a group of Alphas laughed and drank at one table, their Omegas sitting nearby, chatting with each other. Bison was fascinated. He had never in his life spoken to another Omega. He looked at their sweet lips, their big eyes, and their small bodies. He observed how, through the translucent clothing of one Omega, her large breasts and erect nipples were visible. Another Omega, sitting with her back to Bison, was almost naked, with only something resembling a robe draped over her shoulders, protecting her body from unwanted gazes.
Bison watched, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. Suddenly, one of the Alphas raised his empty mug, calling out a word—probably the name of one of the Omegas. A young woman dressed in a short skirt and crop top stood up from her chair. She adjusted her skirt and walked toward the man, swaying her hips seductively, but Bison's gaze didn't follow her. It remained fixed on the chair she had been sitting on. On the chair from which she had risen. On the chair, from the seat of which protruded at least a six-inch plastic penis, dripping with the juices of her pussy. Bison swallowed hard as he watched.
He shifted his gaze to the Omega who had stood up. The only thing Bison had ever had inside him was his own fingers. He didn't know how something like that could fit inside her. How... how she could walk so freely after having that inside her. He swallowed loudly, feeling his mouth flood with saliva.
He was scared.
He was... excited.
"Are you here alone?"
A man asked, stopping next to him. Bison suddenly felt his heart race with fear and shock. He couldn't find any words. This was happening. What he had secretly hoped for was happening, but he was also terrified of it.
He turned his gaze to the Alpha in front of him. He was a young man with dark hair and shining eyes. His arms bore black tattoos, forming images that Bison couldn't focus on.
He nodded in agreement.
"It's dangerous for a beautiful Omega like you to be here alone."
He said in a serious tone.
"Where is your Alpha?"
He asked. Bison shook his head quickly, trying to swallow again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.
"I don't have an Alpha."
He confessed.
Not a second passed before the man's demeanor changed. Bison felt as if the kind, caring stranger, worried about his safety, had suddenly turned into a hunting beast. He leaned closer to Bison, almost touching him, openly sniffing at his neck.
"That's such a sin..."
He murmured almost into Bison's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"...for such a beautiful Omega to be unclaimed."
He finished, finally wrapping an arm around Bison's waist. Bison felt overwhelmed, but surprisingly, he didn't mind. He breathed loudly and quickly, trying to stay calm. The Alpha in front of him was... much more handsome than Bison had ever dared to dream.
"Didn't your parents warn you about big, scary Alphas who would kidnap and use you if given the chance?"
He asked, moving even closer to Bison, his chest almost pressing against him, leaving almost no space between them. The only thing Bison could feel was the man's scent, the only thing he could see was this Alpha, the only thing he could think about was his lips.
He really wanted him to kiss him.
"That's what I was hoping for..."
He finally confessed quietly. Bison saw the last thread of self-control in the man snap. He lunged at him, and their lips finally met in an intense, fiery kiss. Bison felt too many things at once, unable to focus on any single sensation. He felt the Alpha's lips on his. He could taste him on his tongue. He felt his hand gripping his waist. He felt the rise and fall of his chest pressing him further into the wall, almost squeezing the air out of Bison's lungs. He felt dizzy.
Finally, when the man's lips pulled away, Bison almost slid down the wall, his legs giving out after the experience.
"You'll get what you want."
The Alpha promised, wrapping his arms around him and lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. Bison tried to focus, to observe what was happening around him, but his head felt light, as if he had drunk too much beer. Finally, he rested his head on the Alpha's shoulder, surrendering completely. And so, at that moment, there was no way to turn back. No matter what Bison said or did now, the Alpha probably wouldn't stop.
Bison didn't want to stop him. He wanted to experience what everyone else could experience. Bison wanted to be free, he wanted to be like others.
He wanted this.
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Kant, agreeing to meet with his college friends, expected nothing more than their attempts to get Style from him. The Omega was... irritating and definitely not his type, but with his father being a Beta, Kant had become his only option for protecting Style. Kant had agreed to sign as his Alpha—his guardian, being legally responsible for "managing" him until he found a suitable Alpha to become his partner.
Kant would gladly give him away, truly, he wanted nothing more than for every Omega to have their Alpha and dutifully warm their cocks, but Style was... unpredictable, malicious, stubborn... he just wasn't like a typical, obedient Omega, and he didn't even try to be. Style was unique, but he was perfect in his own way. Kant worried that if he ended up with the wrong Alpha, they would force obedience on him. He feared that someone might mistreat Style and destroy who he was. Kant didn't want that. He believed and agreed that every Omega should belong to an Alpha. But he also believed that the connection shouldn't be forced. The right Omega to the right Alpha, as long as they fit together, their relationship would be what they needed.
So, walking into the bowling alley, Kant expected a few minutes of shameless comments about how Kant was keeping an Omega he hadn't even fucked. He expected attempts to bribe him, though he wasn't short on money, and he even expected offers to trade Style for some other Omega.
What he didn't expect was an unfamiliar face. A boy. An Omega. Standing alone by the wall of the bowling alley, watching people. Kant scanned the room with a confused look, searching for the Alpha who had so carelessly left his partner. He didn't see any eyes directed his way, as if no one had even noticed his presence yet.
Well, he thought, maybe that was for the best.
He approached the Omega. Up close, he had to admit, the boy was beautiful. Perfect, plump lips that he wanted to kiss all night. A small, slender body. Thin shoulders and wide hips. He looked like sin.
"Are you here alone?"
He asked, moving even closer, almost invading the Omega's personal space, stopping himself, forcing himself to maintain at least some distance. He didn't want to scare the boy. When his head turned toward him, Kant felt his self-control being tested. Beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, dark like the night sky lit by stars. The boy in front of him glowed, tempting and drawing him in.
The boy nodded after a moment, and Kant felt his head spin. No Omega had ever affected him like this.
"It's dangerous for a beautiful Omega like you to be here alone."
He said, moving closer to him. He didn't want to admit, even to himself, but the biggest danger to the boy right now was Kant himself. The boy could push him away, he could still run, but if he did nothing, Kant knew he wouldn't be able to hold back.
"Where is your Alpha?"
He asked, clenching his fists, forcing himself to stop, but his inner Alpha wanted to be closer, wanted to move even closer. He wanted to feel the boy, wanted to mark him, wanted to own him.
The boy shook his head, and finally, after an incredibly long time, he spoke.
"I don't have an Alpha."
Kant froze at his sweet voice, so beautiful, so innocent, so tempting. He groaned inwardly, feeling as if he had swallowed a bar of chocolate. He felt the sweetness spreading inside him, coating his throat and vocal cords with extra softness.
He leaned closer to the boy, no longer restraining himself, openly sniffing at his neck. He wasn't touching him yet. He wanted to feel him. Just him, without the scent of any other Alpha covering his natural scent.
"That's such a sin..."
He said quietly, directing his words to the Omega's ear. He smelled like sin. Kant wanted to taste him. He wanted to devour him. He dreamed of consuming him and making him his own.
"...for such a beautiful Omega to be unclaimed."
He finished, finally satisfied with tasting the boy's scent. He wrapped an arm around his waist, forcing him closer to the wall, the only option for escape now being to resist Kant. Looking into his eyes, wide, beautiful, longing eyes, Kant felt as if the boy had never fought, never stood up for himself, looking like the grand prize he never thought he'd have the chance to taste.
So sweet and so innocent.
He knew he was a virgin, just from his scent. He didn't carry any, even old, scent of an Alpha, though there was a faint mist on his skin, like a remnant, with a slightly sharp scent of an Alpha, Kant suspected it was a family member who didn't touch him often.
The boy was hungry for touch. Kant intended to feed him to his fill. He intended to feed him himself every day.
"Didn't your parents warn you about big, scary Alphas who would kidnap and use you if given the chance?"
He asked, giving him one last chance to escape. He had already given him many opportunities to back out. This was the last one. He moved even closer. Their bodies were almost becoming one, almost pressing against the boy.
"That's what I was hoping for..."
The boy said. Kant couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy's lips. With the final confirmation, the final consent he had been waiting for, he stopped controlling himself.
He attacked.
His lips suddenly fell on the Omega's, covering them, consuming them, tasting, devouring. He sucked on the boy's tongue, dominating him, biting his lip, listening as his breath hitched, until he could feel, with his entire being, the unspoken moan escaping the boy's lips, swallowed by Kant with great pleasure.
He pulled away, watching as the boy's eyes became unfocused, his legs trembling, finally giving out beneath him.
"You'll get what you want."
He promised, lifting him off the ground. He wrapped his arms around him, not even looking back at his friends who were waiting for him. He carried the Omega out of the bowling alley with quick steps.
He placed him in his car, buckling him in. He wanted to take him right there and then, mark him as his own in this parking lot. Fuck his willing body, marking every hole in his body as his own in the backseat of his car, but... Kant knew this would be his first time. Even if he didn't deny that he intended to do all that and more in the future, fucking him wherever and whenever he wanted.
For now, he decided to take him home, wanted to pin him to the mattress, marking him as his. He wanted to make sure his first time would be something the Omega would remember with pleasure...
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Kant had planned to hold back. Really. He wanted to control himself and take things slowly. Yes, he still planned to fuck and mark this sweet Omega, whose name he didn't even know, as his own. But he didn't want to hurt him. He didn't want to push too hard. Kant had his honor, he could control himself, unlike some wild Alphas who more resembled animals giving in to their instincts whenever they were in the presence of an Omega. But when his car stopped in the driveway of his home, when he looked at the beautiful Omega, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He leaned over him, connecting their lips in a kiss that made his fingers clench into fists.
He couldn't hold back.
He pulled the boy into the house. He pressed him against the wall, not allowing their lips to part. Nothing in his entire life had tasted as good as Bison's lips.
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Bison felt his consciousness slowly returning. He didn't feel physical. It felt as if his body had separated from his mind. He felt... otherworldly. For the first time in his life, he was so tired and so happy at the same time.
His heart was still beating erratically.
When he opened his eyes, barely lifting his eyelids to look around, his gaze immediately fell on the naked chest of the man he had slept with the previous night. He sighed quietly, surprised but excited.
"Do you like what you see?"
A rough, morning voice asked from above. Bison lifted his gaze, following the miles of beautiful, tempting skin, up the narrow neck, to the handsome face and red lips he had sucked on the previous night. Bison moaned in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands.
He had imagined this for years, being trapped at home, cut off from what he knew should be a part of his life, but now, after having the chance to taste it, Bison was embarrassed. He was ashamed of his desires. He was ashamed of his reactions. He was utterly ashamed of what he had done the previous night.
He felt a hand grab both his wrists. Kant pulled his hands away from his face, pulling them up, pinning them to the pillow above his head, then pressed his body against him, forcing him to roll onto his back. Suddenly, Bison found himself under the towering figure of the Alpha once more.
"I hope you enjoyed what we did."
He said in a quiet, calm voice. He leaned closer to Bison, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on his neck.
"Because we're going to do it again."
He continued, kissing a wet trail down Bison's neck.
"Every day."
He added, reaching Bison's nipples. He kissed one, then moved to the other.
"Many, many times a day."
He specified. Bison moaned at the feeling of his lips on his nipples. The previous night, he had already painfully experienced what they were capable of. He tried to lift himself or move away from him, but Kant held him in a tight grip. It wasn't painful, but it was strong. Bison eventually fell back onto the bed. He had lost the will and strength to fight.
He might as well have just enjoyed it.
Kant smiled against Bison's skin, noticing how his muscles relaxed under his touch, all the will to fight leaving the smaller body.
"So sweet."
He praised, returning his mouth to Bison's neck.
"So submissive."
He continued sucking on the skin of his neck again, bit lightly then sucked the skin into his mouth. He applied himself, focusing only on that point, after a moment he pulled away, watching as the skin turned red and blood came.
"So much mine."
He added, leaning over Omega, capturing his lips in a kiss. Bisonn responded eagerly to Kant's actions. Every time he was kissed his lips followed Kant's. Every time he touched him, he came closer to his hand. Every time he entered him, he relaxed, surrounding him with a pleasant warmth.
"Open your legs for me, baby."
Kant ordered, which Bison quickly did, spreading his legs, making room between them for Kant. His hole was aching, used and tender, but Bison couldn't refuse Kant, especially when he felt his morning erection pressing against his thigh. He simply wanted to have him inside him.
Kant didn't wait.
He felt Bison's entrance with his fingers. He noticed that it was in a slightly bad shape. He sighed in his thoughts. His sweet Omega was so delicate, virgins really were something else. He focused on shallowly thrusting and pulling his fingers in and out of the boy, trying to thoroughly spread the slick fluid over his entrance. He was going to start training him right away, he could tell the Omega had never been trained or used before. He was wonderful. Virginal to the extreme. He wanted to be gentle with him. He wanted to enjoy him and worship him, but Kant was just an Alpha, he was no saint. He had his needs. With an Omega so willing and obedient beneath him, no one could expect him not to hold him on his knot all day long just because he wanted to take his time with him.
They would have years to be gentle and slow. They would have decades to slowly enjoy each other to their heart's content. Now Kant had an erection between his legs and a willing Omega beneath him. Really, it didn't take a college degree to understand what had to be done.
After all, this was what the Omega was made for.
He entered him in one smooth thrust, entering him completely at once. Bison moaned in a high, divine voice. Kant couldn't get enough of him. He let go of his hands, allowing his fingers to tighten around the sheets. He grabbed his hips, lifting his ass up a little, then pulled out quickly, slamming into him again even faster. Kant listened to the divine symphony of moans escaping his lips, realizing that he would never let him leave his bed. Feeling the addictive heat and the tempting friction, he wondered about the harness that some Alphas wore, that allowed them to spend all day with their knot inside their Omega. It stopped sounding like a madman's invention to him. If he could never leave Bison's insides, Kant would be happy. As he approached orgasm, he grabbed the base of Bison's penis, preventing him from finding fulfillment that way. Tears of frustration flowed from Bison's eyes as he was just one proper stroke from Kant inside him before his orgasm was suddenly taken away from him.
"Shhhh, Shhhh, little one."
Kant purred, slamming his hips into Bison's core in perfect rhythm.
"Alphaaaaa."
The boy groaned, tightening his fingers around Kant's wrist.
"I'm here, little one. Focus on me."
He instructed him, slamming hard into something inside Bison again.
"Focus on the pleasure."
He continued, hitting Bison's pleasure point again.
"You can do this, right? You can come, just like a true Omega, you don't need your penis for that. "
He said, clenching his fingers around the base of Bison's penis. The omega moaned loudly, painfully, but obediently focused his thoughts on the pleasure that radiated from inside him, trying to forget about his aching penis and Kant's grip. He sighed loudly, throwing his head back, hitting the pillow with it, feeling a new wave of pleasure. Kant entered him even deeper. He changed the angle at which Bison attacked a little, lifting his hips even higher, then attacked with full force.
Kant struck a few more times, feeling Bison's entire body tremble beneath him with each blow. Finally, his penis shot out, pushed in as deep as he could, pouring liters of hot cum straight into Bison's cervix. He pressed the head of his penis into that sweet spot, making sure that everything would flow into the right place, that not a single drop of his cum would be wasted, but would be used to feed Bison's hungry womb.
He watched him, finally feeling the base of his penis swell, which would bind them together for another half hour, seeing the shocks go through Bison but still not seeing that golden moment where he would be able to achieve a perfect vaginal orgasm he decided to use his hand to help him a little. He wasn't going to torment Bison, but any Omega could do that, he saw evidence that Bison had never had any proper training before. He could see that they had a lot of work ahead of them. He loosened his grip on Bison's penis, planning to stroke it until he orgasmed. At the same moment a shiver went through Bison's whole body, which he even felt on his penis, which was inside him.
Suddenly he felt that characteristic smell of slippery dripping from Bison's insides. The boy's mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Kant leaned over him, looked into his wide, shock-dilated eyes.
He smiled contentedly.
"Congratulations."
He said, leaning down and kissing him on the forehead.
"Congratulations on your first vaginal orgasm. Like a true Omega."
He added proudly. Bison surprised him more and more every time. He was downright scared by how perfect Bison seemed in his eyes.
"How do you feel?"
He asked, watching him carefully. He looked for any signs of dissatisfaction or discomfort.
"Tired..."
Bison groaned, closing his eyes. He groaned again when Kant's knot inside him moved a little. Kant laughed. He remembered well that children fell asleep very quickly after eating. His little one, too, when he had a full tummy, fell asleep in the blink of an eye. He kissed him on the forehead again, pulling him closer to him.
They laid down again, Kant pulling Bison on top of him, keeping their bodies connected by his knot inside him. He tried not to disturb Bison's nap, moving his hips shallowly, pumping more cum into him, as the knot began to disappear, thick, white cum began to leak out of Bison's hole.
"You can't eat everything I give you yet..."
He said quietly to the peacefully sleeping Bison, collecting the cum from his skin and pushing it back inside him.
"You'll learn."
He promised. He looked dreamily into the future. His future with Biosn by his side... ahem. He looked into his future with Bison on his penis and their children by his side.