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The assistants have him straddle the padded, rounded bench. It resembles a smaller version of an automated bull one would ride at a fair, just smaller, made only for a carrier to drape their body over. The wrist and ankle ties are softly padded as well to avoid leaving marks or hurting, they are only meant to support the carrier when they’re tired or too consumed by pleasure to consciously hold on any longer. Jimin hopes to experience both during the Ceremony.
His first orgasm of the Ceremony was overwhelming. Given to him by his gracious Pack Alpha, Jimin wonders if anyone will be able to compare—even with them being able to use their Alpha cocks and knots in his holes. Granted, they’ll be filling his pussy if they want a chance at breeding and mating him. Since their Pack Alpha chose him for a special favor, Jimin expects he’ll be visited by many participants now… He wonders, hazily if he will be able to handle all of the cocks thrown his way the remainder of the day.
Once he’s strapped in, one of the assistants give his plump ass a smack, instructing him, “That pussy better hold all the cum you’re given, Omega Park. Pack Alpha’s orders.” Then they walk away.
He moans, thinking of his Pack Alpha’s cock that had been straining in his pants. It looked obscenely large to Jimin, and the wet spot at the front enticed him all the more unfortunately.
When are the cocks coming to fuck him? His pussy is throbbing, still wet from his Pack Alpha’s saliva and his own slick. Maybe he’ll get two at once? Probably not, due to the breeding bench. Just then horns sound, announcing the beginning of the Breeding Bench Ceremony. Jimin jolts, his excitement rising quickly.
Assistants escort each participant to each carrier, keeping the event organized and flowing quickly so no amount of time is lost. Jimin’s mind feels hazy. His weight is fully supported by the bench he’s hugging and simultaneously tied to. The carriers around him gain partners quickly while Jimin seems to have to wait for his own. Moaning and slick sound begin to surround him. He’s jealous and so is his Omega until the sound of feet walking towards him reach his ears.
Jimin glances up. An assistant escorts the Alpha he’s been waiting for, and he’s fully naked, just for Jimin. The pale, thick cock stands at attention already like it’s waiting just for Jimin. A cry escapes the Omega, he’s relieved.
“Omega Park. Here is your first partner of the Ceremony: Alpha Min Yoongi.” The assistant turns to Yoongi, “Don’t break him.”
Yoongi snarls at the implication made by the assistant as they leave Jimin and him. Jimin is breathing through his mouth, waiting, his holes clenching. If he could reach out to the Alpha, he would, but his wrists are only able to move outward a few inches due to the supports.
The Alpha turns back to Jimin, noticing his actions. He bends somewhat, facing Jimin to talk to him before the fun starts.
“Oh, Princess. Are you alright?”
Jimin’s chest grows warm at the elder’s concern. He nods, because talking feels difficult already. He feels Yoongi’s hand rub his cheek. He cares, clearly that much Jimin can tell. He’s so happy Yoongi is treating him like this and they haven’t even had sex yet.
“I promised I would be your first, and here I am.” He smiles warmly at Jimin, and the other returns it. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Y-Yes, Alpha.” Jimin nods, pussy clenching again. “Want your puppies.”
Yoongi just gives him a gummy smile before kissing Jimin’s full, plush lips. This is his first kiss too, something that greatly matters to Jimin, if not just as much as Yoongi being the first to fuck all his holes and become his mate. They kiss for a little longer before Yoongi pulls away.
“Alpha is gonna give you as many puppies as you want, Princess.” Yoongi moves behind Jimin, stroking his cock a few times before getting in position. Slowly, knowing Jimin’s hymen breaking might hurt, he goes slowly. Thankfully with how wet his pussy already is, when Jimin’s hymen breaks it’s more like a cramp. Yoongi pauses at the Omega’s quick intake of breath, his concern clear. “Let me know when I can move, love. I don’t wanna hurt you, precious.”
Jimin nods, breathing in and out heavily. He grips onto the breeding bench, waiting out the painful cramp of loosing his virginity. A few moments pass when Jimin tells the Alpha to begin moving. “Please breed me, Alpha Yoongi.” He moans, continuing as the fat cock slides in and out of him, filling up Jimin’s small pussy. “Wanna be your mate— AHH!” His words only spurred on the older Alpha, now fucking Jimin harder on every upstroke.
“Gonna breed you, little one. Gonna,” Yoongi fucks in, “Fucking,” again, “Breed,” thrust, “That,” again, “Fat,” another thrust, “Cunt,” another, “Full. Ahh, shit.”
Jimin’s yelling. There’s a camera in his face and one where Alpha Min Yoongi is fucking into his sopping pussy. He’s crying out in pleasure from the Alpha’s fucking. He’s so turned on by the idea of growing full of the Alpha’s seed that he orgasms as Yoongi’s cock hits his G-spot over and over, abusing it for all others who will come after him. But this time, Jimin squirts, hard. The camera catches the Omega squirting for all the attendees to witness, but Jimin doesn’t care. He’s on cloud nine.
When he comes down enough, Jimin urges on Yoongi for more. “Fill me up, Alpha! Come in my pussy, I want it.” He tries shaking his ass, but it’s a bit difficult when he’s tied up and being fuck simultaneously.
Yoongi grabs Jimin by the hair, pulling his head back firmly. “Calm down, Omega. I plan to fill all your holes before I let the next person have their way with you. My cum is a privilege, and you’ll earn it. Like the good little slut you are.” He continues ramming into Jimin’s fat cunt, enjoying how wet the Omega is.
Jimin feels Yoongi reach around, finding the Omega’s clit and rubbing it in various ways. Jimin mewls loudly, resembling a cat in heat. But others are crying out around him in pleasure. There are so many pack members experiencing pleasure at the same time as him, and that’s one of the hottest things Jimin has ever experienced. Just acknowledging it has him cumming again as Alpha Yoongi rubs his engorged clit. Jimin yells out again, his pussy and plug-filled ass clenching down hard again.
“Again? So quickly?” Yoongi punctuates every word with a rough thrust into his pulsating cunt. “My little princess is so slutty for me, huh? Such a cute little cunt I’m claiming.”
Jimin is a fucking mess already. He doesn’t know when his Alpha is going to cum, but if the orgasms keep coming, he might not care as much. Just as long as it takes. As long as it fills him up.
The carrier to Jimin’s left is being face-fucked by an elder with white hair. Jimin watches drool fall from their filled mouth in long, clear strings down to the ground as their choking sounds from the elder’s throat fucking reaches his ears. He can hear his Alpha grunt behind him in time with the thrusts into his welcoming vagina too, it gives him full-body shivers. To Jimin’s right is a female carrier being fucked roughly in the ass; she cries out in pleasure as the elder knots her asshole shut only to fill her colon with his hot seed.
Subconsciously, he notes that more carriers are receiving sex more for pleasure than for breeding currently. Pleasure is great, but isn’t the primary point of this ceremony to be bred, he wonders?
Something behind Jimin suddenly makes itself known. A bump on Yoongi’s cock: his knot. Jimin is about to be knotted by his Alpha. He’s gonna be bred for the first time!
Yoongi picks up some speed but mostly begins grinding his cock into Jimin, easing his growing knot into the carrier’s awaiting womb. Sweat is on his brow from doing most of the work, though he’s not complaining. Jimin mewls, gasping out breaths as he feels Yoongi ease the growing knot into his pussy. He wants it so badly.
“Yoongi, please!” Jimin gasps, trying to grind his hips back onto the knot, yet failing due to the restraints.
Suddenly, there’s a POP and the knot breaches Jimin’s entrance, locking in place and growing even larger than the carrier expected. The intrusion makes him orgasm again, his used pussy clenching down harshly around the Alpha’s knot and cock. Jimin is crying, sobbing really from his first knot. It feels like floating on a cloud, he’s so full, yet his Alpha is still grinding into him, not having orgasmed yet.
“Y-Yoonie,” He mumbles, his face messy from all the tears and sunscreen.
“My good Omega,” His voice is deep, low, and full of desire before he cums. “Gonna take my load, and grow my puppies— Uhhg!” He finally orgasms and Jimin immediately feels the hot load begin releasing up against his cervix.
Breathing becomes difficult, he’s gasping while feeling every pump of release make space within his warm cunt. His hands are gripping the sides of the breeding bench, holding on for dear life as the Alpha also tries catching his breath. They stay in those positions for several minutes, coming down from their orgasms, but also waiting for Yoongi’s knot to go down and his cock to finally pause its never-ending ejaculations into Jimin’s content womb.
Yoongi, leaning over Jimin’s lower back and ass as he breathes heavily, rubs the Omega’s back and shoulders trying to soothe him. He wants to shoe what affection he can to Jimin while he’s there because once he leaves, Jimin becomes fair game to others who wish to try their luck. It scares Yoongi, to possibly not be the one who gets to shower this Omega with affection for the rest of their lives, to never touch him again, love him. He wants more than to breed the carrier, he hopes to mate him, cherish him—sex is simply a major plus to the situation. He wants Jimin to be by his side when he becomes Pack Alpha, to be their Pack Omega if he consents.
Next to Jimin, the female carrier on the right is now doing double time, taking one cock in her pussy and another fucking down her throat—Jimin is amazed. He doesn’t remember seeing any carriers take two at once last year, but he was pretty overwhelmed just watching the Ceremony back then.
The knot shifts, finally shrinking. The cum moves as the knot reduces in size, wanting to escape his vaginal canal. Yet Yoongi catches this. No longer leaning over the Omega’s lower back, Yoongi moves the anal plug side to side, gently, pulling it out of Jimin’s ass to plug the seed in his pussy as his spent cock falls out finally. It happens so fast, Jimin doesn’t have time to even gasp at the change of pressure.
That’s so dirty, and hot. Jimin thinks, clenching around the plug now resting in his full pussy.
Hands run through his longer hair, Yoongi’s long fingers. He turns his head back to look at the Alpha as best as he can from his current position. The Alpha clearly wants his attention. Yoongi looks as fucked out as Jimin feels, and probably looks as well. His mouth is slack, sweat across his brow and chest. With his skin being so pale, the sweat makes him glisten a little. Jimin gives him a shy smile, happy to see his Alpha having been so affected from their first time together.
“You doin’ alright, Princess?” He asks.
Jimin nods, unable to stop smiling at his Alpha. He’s intensely happy right now. The alpha’s hands move to Jimin’s ass cheeks, rubbing the firm mounds as if to massage slightly. But Jimin can feel his asshole gaping open every time Yoongi parts his cheeks, and it makes him want the Alpha again. It’s like his body thrums, calling out to Yoongi’s.
The elder’s brow furrows, his dark eyes staring down at the Omega’s asshole, enraptured by his own ministrations. His cock is already growing hard again, anticipating breaching the still tight, virginal hole. There’s something about being Jimin’s first that riles up Yoongi’s Alpha…
“You think you can take Alpha again, percious?” Yoongi’s dark eyes look up to meet Jimin’s grey-blues, like a predator staring at their prey.
Jimin’s skin lights up, prickling everywhere from the intense stare.
He doesn’t think much before replying, “Yes, Alpha. Want your cock, please.” His Omega has taken over now.
Yoongi smacks one of Jimin’s ass cheeks, then the other. The carrier yelps both times, his body jerking as his pussy leaks slick around the plug, excited from the stimulation. Yoongi takes both hands, two fingers from each pressing into his slick asshole at the same time to gently yet firmly pull it open till there’s resistance.
Jimin clenches while the Alpha’s fingers hold him open, and he hears his Alpha growl loudly from the visual.
“MINE,” Jimin hears Yoongi grind out, sounding like the Alpha is baring his teeth.
The thick fingers retract from Jimin’s rim and soon Yoongi’s fat cockhead prods at the ring of muscles still wet from the nurse stretching Jimin open before the Ceremony began. Jimin feels the Alpha push into his ass, and he was not prepared from how different it would feel compared to his rosy pussy. It’s more overwhelming with a cock fucking into his ass, stretched or not. He’s being moved up more with every thrust on the breeding bench and he can’t seem to keep up with Yoongi this go around.
It feels tighter, more risqué in comparison as Yoongi holds both of his ass cheeks apart while he fucks roughly into the hole, claiming it from himself, if possible.
Jimin is holding on for dear life. The ankle and wrists restraints feel like they might break with how much he’s being pushing forward on the bench. He’s scared yet filled to the brim with pleasure as his ass receives the fucking it deserves for all his pack mates to see. The Omega still wonders how everyone else that fucks him today will compare after this.
Jimin looks upward, noticing subconsciously that the cameramen are back to him and Yoongi; again, one person focusing on his ass and plugged pussy while Yoongi fucks him into oblivion and another on his face to capture his reactions. He swears he could hear his father cheer Yoongi on from the crowd, yelling something like: “Fuck the bitch good!” Which is something his father yelled at last years Breeding Bench Ceremony as he fucked his mate in the crowd, watching as Jimin stood next to them, touching himself. It could be his mind playing tricks on him, but maybe not. Jimin can’t tell the difference while his ass is being pounded into oblivion for all to see.
The knot appears quicker this time around, and Jimin orgasms for the fifth time as Yoongi’s knot locks into his ass. The carrier is loaded up with ejaculate into his colon for the first time, and Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the dirty feeling it gave him to feel a load release into his ass. After all, he told many pack members before the ceremony he wished to be leaking uncontrollably from both holes by the end of the Ceremony, and what Jimin wants, he usually gets.
Yoongi smacks a hand down again on Jimin’s ass cheeks, spanking one and them the other as the Alpha speaks. “Who’s my good little knot-slut?”
Jimin cries out his response, “I am! I’m your little knot slut, Alpha.” If he could wipe his face off, Jimin would. Instead, an assistant notices and takes care of it for him. Wiping his face down with a wet wipe, he also gets another straw for water held nears his lips. Jimin gulps it down, thirstier than he realized he was.
Yoongi, while fully locked into Jimin’s ass, thrusts forward to demand the Omega’s attention. Jimin whines, the sore feeling punching through his pleasure. Turning his head back towards his Alpha, Jimin sees Yoongi’s eyes glowing red. Jimin’s surprised, yet calm. His own eyes must be glowing bright blue back at the Alpha.
“They’re not going to let me go for a third round with you, precious.” Jimin nods at the Alpha, his Omega understanding for him as the Alpha talks. “Namjoon is coming to you after me. He’ll give you a chance for my seed to take, so be a good Omega for him.” There’s a pause, Yoongi waiting for his Omega to verbally reply. “Use your words, Omega.” He softly commands.
Jimin gulps, fully under Yoongi’s spell and command. “Yes, Alpha. I understand.”
Yoongi’s eyes revert back to their dark color, a small smile gracing his features now. He rubs Jimin’s lower back as they wait for his knot to go down once more.
Jimin doesn’t want Yoongi to leave him, and neither does his Omega. Even though Yoongi’s Alpha spoke directly to Jimin’s Omega, the both of them are still sad he must leave in leu of another. As they wait, everything around them doesn’t matter. All they have eyes for is each other.
Jimin knows he already loves this Alpha, it’s part of why he wants Yoongi to breed him well. If it’s not Yoongi who breeds Jimin, the Omega is scared of what will happen. If it’s another Alpha that succeeds, they can choose to mate Jimin without his consent. He would be tied to another Alpha for the remainder of his life; an Alpha that’s not Yoongi. That possibility breaks his heart. So, he wonders as he gazes at the Alpha what exactly was meant by “He’ll give you the best chance for my seed to take.”
The knot deflates, and Jimin begins crying and pulling at his restraints. Once Yoongi’s now flacid cock falls from the warmth of Jimin’s asshole, assistances come to take him away. Jimin’s Omega is furious. The restrains don’t budge, though.
Yoongi leaves him with one parting piece of advice: “Be good, Princess.”
An assistant stays next to Jimin, prepared to tranquilize him slightly if he doesn’t calm down soon.
A moment passes, and through more tears falling down his face, Jimin sees Alpha Kim Namjoon approach him. He’s almost a full head taller than Yoongi, his skin sun-kissed and glowing, and his cock: thick with a bulbous head. It’s already bouncing from being hard. It’s probably due to the pheromones from all the sex surround them at this point.
Jimin knows he’s attractive and hot, but the mass of pheromones is what got him in the crowd last year too. He knows the potency of them, and knows even if Namjoon wants to fuck him there’s no way it was as intense as Yoongi.
The assistant guiding Namjoon finally pauses in front of Jimin, looking down at him with a clipboard held to their chest. “Omega Park. Your second partner of the Ceremony is here, Alpha Kim Namjoon.”
Jimin’s eyes flick to Namjoon’s, finding the Alpha already staring down at him. Jimin feels smaller than usual around Namjoon. The Alpha’s size definitely has something to do with that.
Before both assistants walk away, the same one speaks again. “If you find yourself in need of something such as extra lubricant, sunscreen, or water, simply call for us or raise your hand. This is for you, Alpha Kim, or your Breeding Bench bitch.”
Namjoon simply gives them a single nod before they walk away from him and Jimin.
Suddenly, the Alpha’s attention is now fully on Jimin and Jimin alone. It’s intense, especially since Jimin hasn’t yet heard Namjoon utter a single word since approaching. It’s as if Namjoon is studying Jimin, analyzing him before fucking into his guts for the first time. Jimin doesn’t know what to make of it.
The Alpha smiles suddenly, and it’s a beautiful smile. But Jimin doesn’t know Namjoon that well, and so he doesn’t realize it’s actually a more sadistic smile the Alpha currently wears for him.
Without speaking, Namjoon moves behind Jimin to his exposed ass and plugged up pussy. There’s no sensation, till Jimin immediately feel his ass stretch more than it did with Yoongi’s fat cock. He feel impaled and overwhelmed as he cries out from the forceful entry. There’s nothing he can do while this almost brick of a dick fucks into him raw, using Yoongi’s cum to lubricate them.
It's heady and absolutely wreaking. Jimin can hardly utter a whimper, much less the scream his body wants to release. Without any warning, it didn’t help the sudden intrusion of sensation.
Namjoon keeps one hand in the middle of Jimin’s back as if to hold him down as he fucks into his used hole. The hand is so large to Jimin, it feels as though Namjoon doesn’t even need to use both hands to manipulate Jimin the ways he wants. The difference, besides cock size, is Yoongi fucked much faster into his ass while Namjoon is keeping a steady pace. He’s enjoying finally getting to have some fun with the Omega—wishing secretly it was the carrier’s pussy he is fucking yet he values the oath he made to Yoongi more: Jimin is his, not Namjoon’s—so, he’ll settle for ass. Once Jimin is pupped, who knows, maybe then he can plow his pussy into a mattress while Jin plays with the other Omega’s nipples. All he knows, is that pack sex with Jimin in the mix is going to be loads of fun.
Pun mostly intended.
Namjoon’s knot begins to grow, making him groan. He hasn’t bought Yoongi’s seed a lot of time, but it’s something. Besides, he knows the rest of his sub-pack members are next in line for Jimin anyway. The only reason Yoongi got two rounds with the Omega is because he’s next in line for Pack Alpha, and for Jimin, he pulled rank.
He grinds into the Omega, needing more time to get his massive knot past Jimin’s puffy rim. The Omega has their back arched, his head is up in the air with his neck craned backwards. He’s only been able to breathe heavily while Namjoon has fucked the young Omega, no screams or yelps. This is a side-effect of Namjoon’s massive cock; it’s part of why Jin has refused to mate him officially. Thankfully, they’re basically together anyway, so the mating bite doesn’t matter much to him.
Silent tears track down Jimin’s cheeks. He feels like he might pass out as he feel’s the Alpha’s knot pressing into him, centimeter by centimeter. His hands are fisted as his rim slowly accepts Namjoon’s knot.
It breeches.
Finally, and the release feels like he’s being flooded from the inside out. Jimin’s belly literally distends as the load fills up his lower colon more than Yoongi ever could.
Jimin blacks out then.
The last thing he remembers feeling is Namjoon gripping his ass cheeks close to his groin while he continued to release into Jimin’s rosy hole.
Time passes.
There are black holes in his vision as he comes to.
Blinking, there’s an assistant fanning his face and staring at him. He somehow hears the assistant call that he’s awake somewhat. Other arrive, milling around him.
As he wakes more, Jimin realizes his lower half is moving rhythmically.
His eyes suddenly widen. Shock zooms through him as he leans up to look behind him.
It’s his father. His father his fucking into his pussy.
He’s red in the face, meaty hands gripping each side of Jimin’s small waist.
Jimin moans loudly, realizing how fucked up this is. His dad’s cock isn’t as thick as Namjoon’s, it’s more pointed at the thin tip. So, the head prods repeatedly against his cervix, trying to coax it open to make an incestuous fetus grow within his womb.
Goddesses, he should have known.
The Alpha that helped give him life is trying to claim him for his own. Jimin feels equally turned on and disgusted. It’s extremely rare for a parent to do this in their pack—the laws on it are grey at best. Jimin is of age, so he’s free use till impregnated—especially during the Breeding Bench Ceremony. After the Ceremony is over; however, Jimin, like the other carriers will be on a sort of lock down when it comes to vaginal intercourse. This lasts for three weeks to help confirm pregnancy from the Breeding Bench Ceremony. He can have sex any other way during those three weeks, just no penis in vagina sex unless there are condoms readily available.
His ass is getting slapped now, his father spanking him as he pounds into his rosy pussy. Jimin has no clue where the plug has gone, especially since his ass is clenching on nothing. His father looks determined, pushing his hips up towards where he feels Jimin’s cervix might be. Then he confirms his actions.
“This is how I got your Eomma pregnant with you.” He grunts, “You’ll be mine too, don’t worry. My perfect, homemade cunt.” He breathing heavily now, clearly close from Jimin’s perspective.
He feels his clit pulsating; his body wants to come. His body only knows it’s experiencing pleasure, a cock fucking into his pussy. His body doesn’t register it’s his father about to blow a fat load into him, it only knows biology. Jimin wants to yell at him, bite one of his balls off and suck the blood from his teeth. Jimin also considers goading him on, confusing the Alpha for committing such a crime but his pussy clenches down suddenly and he’s orgasming again.
Jimin cries out somewhat from the orgasm, letting his father rock his hips into him still in search of release. He feels the knot growing; it’s nothing compared to Yoongi and Namjoon’s. Pitiful really. His Eomma must have a tiny vagina if this is all his father had to offer in order to pup her with him. The knot slips in and his father is cumming into his abused pussy, grunting like the old man he is.
Ironically, now that Jimin thinks about it, his father in only a few years older than Yoongi. Wild, the difference between the two Alphas.
Jimin is seething with anger towards his father. He’s glaring at him unabashedly as the old man comes down from his high. The knot doesn’t last long, slipping out wetly.
“That’s all you got?” Jimin sneers, “Pitiful.”
The Alpha suddenly rages. His soft cock flinging to the side as he begins to approach Jimin’s face, but guards grab him quickly. His father is escorted away, writhing in their strong grasp; he’s fully naked and thrashing to be put down.
Jimin has no sympathy for the Alpha as he’s wiped down by assistants and his sunscreens is reapplied. He also doesn’t know how many people had their way with him while he was passed out—that is the scariest part of the blackout he just experienced. Although, waking up to his father pounding into his squelching pussy was also the stuff of nightmares. Somehow, he’s alright though. Maybe it hasn’t sank in, but he seriously doubts his father seed will be the one to take from today’s activities.
The next partner is escorted to him.
It’s Hoseok, from Yoongi’s sub-pack. A beta, so no knot this time. Interesting…
Hoseok looks excited and happy to see Jimin, regardless of the fact they’re both naked currently.
“Jimin-ah, are you having fun so far?”
His mood is a complete 180 degree turn from his father fucking him just now, and Jimin will gladly take it. They are more familiar with one another since Hoseok works at the pack cafe—the one where Jimin enjoys masturbating publicly on a regular basis. Whatever Hoseok has in mind for him should be fun, he believes.
Jimin nods, answering the Beta. “Yeah, you could say that. Did you have something in mind?” He watches Hoseok nod vigorously.
“Can I throat-fuck you? I don’t think anyone’s done that yet with you.”
Jimin nods, smiling back at Hoseok as they jump into it.
Hoseok comes to stand in front of Jimin’s face. His cock is already at attention, and Jimin takes note of the noticeable curve it sports. Saving a thought for later, Jimin would love to feel that curve on his g-spot one day. He gives the Beta a devious smile before opening his mouth wide, his long tongue lolling out past his chin for the elder.
Hoseok groans at Jimin’s long tongue. He slowly presses his cock into Jimin’s mouth, his head already lolling backwards for a moment from the wet heat. Hoseok goes slowly. He’s a gentle guy to begin with, but ever so often he’s gotten a specific look in his eye that makes Jimin wonder about him. He’s not sure what that glint could be, but he’s grateful he’s interacting with someone pleasant currently.
The Beta continues going slow, changing up the pace here and there, but he’s clearly savoring the feel of Jimin’s mouth and tongue on his cock. Jimin grows comfortable enough in their movements to close his eyes and enjoy sucking off his older friend. Jimin had to ask him outright how old the barista is one day, having no clue otherwise. He’s just turned 28 earlier this year, making him one of the closest in age to Jimin, not counting Jeongguk in the mix.
Jimin hears an assistant walk up to them with another pair of footsteps, alarming Jimin as he keeps Hoseok’s cock between his plush lips as his eyes widen. It’s an ahjussi from the market in his 50’s. Jimin has seen him around, but doesn’t know him past glances here and there. Is he really about to take two at a time?
The assistant introduces the Ahjussi to Jimin and Hoseok, yet it’s the number that stands out to Jimin the most: 24th. That means his father was the 22nd person to breed him, and Hoseok the 23rd. He really did black out of a long time. That’s terrifying actually.
Does Yoongi’s sperm even have a chance?
Hoseok notices Jimin’s reaction, though he thinks it might be about the person rather than the number. Still, he tries to calm Jimin down. Hoseok begins to fill Jimin in on the event as they keep their previous, lazy pace.
“Just focus on me, okay?” His voice is so caring, Jimin can help but mewl for him. The man behind Jimin begins playing with his rim, licking fat stripes across the ring of muscles while Hoseok gently fucks into his soft mouth. “It’s just me and you, Jiminie. Ahh-” Hoseok moans nicely.
Jimin thinks if Yoongi didn’t exist, Hoseok would probably be his second choice for a mate. He’s insanely kind, and gentle in a way others can seem to replicate even if they try. Jimin feels extremely comfortable around Hoseok, it’s part of the reason he frequented the café so much to try their drinks, baked goods, and to masturbate for him and others to see.
His thrusts grow a little firmer now, still slow in pace. “The Ceremony is almost over. You’ve done so well, Jimin-ah. Such a pretty boy,” Hoseok huffs out, sounding euphoric as Jimin wraps his tongue around the head of Hoseok’s curved cock. “Ahh,” He breathes out. “That’s right, baby. Take it like a good boy.”
Jimin hums around him, trying to not focus on the Ahjussi behind him alternating between sticking his cock into his asshole and pussy with each thrust. Jimin hopes the old man moves on from that quickly since it isn’t doing anything for him pleasure-wise.
Hoseok seems to be enjoying body-rolling his cock into Jimin’s mouth repeatedly, and from Jimin’s perspective it’s seriously attractive. He makes small choking sounds here and there, but nothing to warrant concern. The Ahjussi behind Jimin finally decides on a hole to fuck and just jackhammers into him. Jimin wants to roll his eyes, but Hoseok keeps the Omega’s grey-blue eyes on him instead.
“Ahh, yeah. That’s it.” He groans lowly. “Such a good boy. Fuck,” He hisses through his teeth. “I’m gonna speed up a little, Jiminie.” And he does, fucking in a little quicker.
Jimin feels like he’s glowing from Hoseok’s praise. He is a good boy. The entire pack just watched him take 24 cocks during the Ceremony, he deserves a big treat for such a feat. The curve from Hoseok’s cock repeatedly hits Jimin’s uvula, making him have to muffle certain sounds. It’s a weird feeling, but he’s still thrumming from the praise and all the orgasms he’s had so far today—the one’s he remembers and ones he doesn’t.
The man behind him finishes loudly in his cunt, and Jimin almost doesn’t feel it anymore as the ahjussi’s Beta cock slips out immediately with a loud squelch. A spattering sound on the ground follows. Fat smears of ejaculation just fell out from his pussy and onto the ground, making Jimin blush furiously while still letting Hoseok fuck into his mouth. The elder Beta seemed close to orgasm now.
To Jimin’s horror, another assistant brings his 25th partner of the Ceremony. It’s an Alpha female with long, dark hair cascading down her naked body. Jimin is intrigued by the woman. She looks old enough to be his Eomma and it makes his pussy clench harder than it did when he orgasmed from his father’s knot. She gives Jimin a polite smile and a small wave of her hand. He notices she has long, slender fingers—very elegant in his opinion. Oh, he’s interested in her all right. Jimin is fairly certain he’s only been fucked by males the entire Ceremony, so a female Alpha makes him excited.
For some reason she waits. She watches Hoseok finally climax down Jimin’s throat, the Beta cock muffling Jimin’s choked sounds as he releases into the Omega. It’s less ejaculate than all the Alpha’s yet still decent enough. Jimin coughs as Hoseok carefully retreats his cock from Jimin’s sore throat. The Beta moves the hair out of Jimin’s face, showing care.
“We’ll pick you up afterwards. Hyung said you can stay with us while we wait for your results, pretty.” Hoseok gives Jimin a quick peck on his forehead before walking away.
The female Alpha is still there. Jimin doesn’t recognize her, but she’s beautiful all the same.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, little one. You’ve been through so much today.” Then she claps her hands twice and assistants begin to move in a flurry around him as they did when the Pack Alpha announced he was going to eat out Jimin’s virginal pussy. Everyone around him moves so quickly it’s difficult for him to keep track of who’s moving and doing what. He feels the restraints around his wrists and ankles come undone, and he’s being moved off of the breeding bench. His limbs feel sore from hold that position for several hours while his holes were pumped with seed, so it makes sense the assistants are carrying him. The question is: where?
Jimin hasn’t heard the final bell signally the end of the Breeding Bench Ceremony, so his eyes are wide as he’s maneuvered away from the benches.
The bright sun falls away to a white ceiling.
The tent!
Why have the brought him here, he wonders, his head whipping from side to side to answer his silent question. Next, the assistants lower him into a blow-up tub. It’s one of the portable ones some people use when camping since it can be used as a hot tub with the correct hook-ups, only the water in this is on the cool side. It feels nice after being out in the sun for several hours—sunscreen, or not.
Assistants manipulate his limbs, washing him with a scentless soap and washcloths. He squeaks, surprised since it’s three assistants verses one of him. They clean every inch of him, but they’re careful with his face and between his legs. He’s sore from being used by his pack, but that’s expected.
Eventually, they haul him out of the bath and pat him down dry with hand towels. Someone begins the train of slathering him in a mix of after-sun cream and scentless lotion. Jimin feels like he’s on an assembly line of some kind as the assistants give him special treatment in preparation for the female Alpha to have her way with him…hopefully?
Another blow dries his hair that goes past his shoulders, and he’s beginning to feel refreshed. He’s made to sit in an office-style chair with wheels as they move him to another closed off area of the tent. He recognizes the nurse who prepped his asshole before the ceremony, seemingly waiting for him in this makeshift room under the tent. There’s an actual gynecological chair there probably waiting for him to be in it.
Jimin’s nerves raise and the nurse notices.
“No need to worry, Omega Park. Pack Alpha has requested we give you a check-up post Ceremony to make certain you’re not hurt or torn anywhere—especially since you blacked out during your second partner.” She pats the gynecological chair seat where his bottom will rest on the edge. “Come.”
This still doesn’t explain the naked female Alpha…
Still, Jimin stands on wobbly legs. An assistant hastily helps him to the exam chair, assisting with situating his calves into the stirrups for the nurse. She has gloves on already, her clinical expression already on while Jimin begins to feel self-conscious.
“Open those legs for me please.”
Jimin does as she asks, blushing as he looks up at the ceiling.
He feels her gloved touch, moving his labia and spreading his ass checks respectively. His blush grows hotter. The three assistants don’t leave the room, all of them standing in a row by the office chair where a door would be if this were an actual room.
“Looks like you’re just a little swollen from use. That’s to be expected.” Jimin notices a medical tray to his right of the nurse with various items on it. A speculum, what look like a couple types of creams, a suture kit—probably in case he tore, he is unsure—and some items he doesn’t recognize. One item looks like a small baster his Eomma uses while cooking occasionally. “I’m going to apply a tightening cream to your anus, labia, and interior vagina. And next I’ll apply another cream with carrageenan—it will give you a cooling sensation and the carrageenan will help promote healing to the tissue. Okay?”
Jimin nodded, nervous. He watches her grab a pot of opaque, white cream, opening it and scooping a copious amount onto two of her gloved fingers.
“This might be a little cold,” She announces before turning towards him, looking directly at his asshole and pussy. The nurse doesn’t hesitate as she begins to slather his asshole with the cream.
Jimin holds back a moan by biting his bottom lip harshly. It feels good initially, but then begins to tingle. Her fingers breach his rim somewhat, making Jimin squeeze his eyes shut to not make a noise of pleasure. It’s ironic that he’s still so sensitive after being fucked by 24 pack members.
The nurse goes back for more cream before moving onto covering his pussy with it. She gets between all his labia folds and slightly outside of them since he’s swollen there too. It’s when her fingers breach him vaginal opening that the loud moan escapes him.
Her fingers pause.
Little does Jimin know the nurse is using all of her strength to keep this a professional medical meeting.
Quietly, Jimin shyly apologizes to the nurse. She gives him a nod; her fingers covered in the tightening cream are still inside his pussy. She twists them, as was planned to spread the cream internally before pulling them out. Quickly she changes gloves, tossing the old ones out. The other pot of cream is clear with a viscous consistency.
Using less of this one she covers the same areas externally and internally and Jimin instantly feels the cooling sensation overtake the tingling from the tightening cream he’s not entirely sure he needed. When her fingers go inside his pussy this time it’s a sharp jab of a thrust, making him moan even more wantonly than earlier. This makes the assistants take a step forward as if warning the nurse, but she pays them no heed. She is immediately back to business, cleaning up and handing Jimin the small pot of clear carrageenan cream.
“Use this as needed, especially after group orgies or double penetrations. You can also use it if you ever feel dry down there, it’s completely safe.”
Jimin takes the cream from her in his small hands. The assistants are already around him, picking him up from the gynecological chair to place him back onto the wheeled office chair as the nurse tells him good luck on his results from the Ceremony.
Only… Jimin’s pussy isn’t done being played with today.