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“This omega is used as a glory hole?”
Tim’s dad’s voice was loud no matter where they were, but here in the small space, it seemed to boom even more excessively. Tim winced, sending an apologetic look towards the sales associate, but she took it in stride, her smile never flickering.
“Yes, sir. This particular omega has some…medical issues, nothing that is contagious or could impact others, but it makes him ill suited to the classic roles that we’d usually assign someone of his…countenance."
He isn’t a whore even though he looks like one, Tim translated in his head, his face heating up as he gazed at the unconscious omega. They were in a hotel type suite, the kind with a big bed against one wall and a sitting area in front. Tim and his dad had been shown in by the attentive receptionist, who’d brought them water before the sales rep had arrived with their first omega offering.
The omega was set up on the bed, his arms pulled over his head and clipped to the headboard, his legs outstretched and tied to each end of the bed. His knees were attached to either side of a spreader bar, so they could see all of the important parts.
As much as he wished he didn’t, Tim totally got his dad’s surprise. This omega might be the sexiest person Tim had ever seen in his life, with a body that he barely had the words for. His arms and legs were toned, all long, lean lines, his waist so narrow even Tim’s growing hands could probably wrap around.
He had a long nose, strong brow, and lips so plush they still looked full stretched around a red ball gag, and yet it all came together in a shockingly delicate face, elegant even in stillness and youthful even though he must be quite a bit older than Tim…this was the kind of omega he’d expect to see on the arm of a wealthy alpha at a business event, not tucked away in a rut shop in Gotham’s red light district.
Tim couldn’t imagine what could possibly be wrong enough to relegate someone who looked like him to a back room.
“What’s wrong with him?” The suspicion in Jack’s voice made it clear that he had come to the same conclusion.
The associate sighed.
“It’s easier to see for yourself,” she said, gesturing to a gold squirt bottle on the nearby table. Jack pushed down on the top and caught a handful of clear gel.
Lube. Tim felt his face grow hot, but his dad took it in stride, walking to the omega and slipping two slick fingers straight between his legs.
A few moments went by, and then Jack let out an incredulous laugh.
“That’s unbelievable,” he said, the suspicion gone from his voice, even as his hand began to move faster, rubbing along the seam of the omega’s body. He sounded almost fond, and he even reached down to give one of the omega’s nipples a playful tweak. “He really isn’t loosening up at all, is he?”
“No, he isn’t,” the associate said with a rueful smile. “He’s never been able to. Trauma, they say, something from when he was a child. He was quite sought after for a while, very desirable on the mating market, but eventually his grandfather had him dropped off here. No one's had the patience to really break him in.”
She handed Jack a towel, and he came back to his seat shaking his head.
“Damn shame, omega that looks like that can’t take a damn knot. I don’t blame them for not wanting the work though, I’ve heard of cases like this.” He placed a hand on Tim’s shoulder, giving him a serious look like he was imparting vital wisdom. “Your mated omega should always be wet and ready for you. That’s what you deserve, got it?”
“Dad,” Tim said, embarrassed. “Can I just get through my presentation rut before we start talking about mating?”
“Right,” Jack said, nodding emphatically. “So, you’re showing us this one because—”
The sales associate cleared her throat delicately. “We find that this omega is actually pretty effective for presentation heats. While I’m sure,” she shot Tim a reassuring smile, “your son’s knot is going to be a very respectable size when he's fully grown, young alphas have not usually come into their own by their presentation. A tight lock is very important for a successful presentation, which is where omegas like this one come in handy.”
Jack nudged Tim, gesturing for him to stand. “Go on, boy. Take a look. Does he seem like he’d be a good fit for you?”
Tim approached slowly, trying to pretend he wasn’t half vibrating out of his skin from excitement. The closer he got, the better the omega smelled, sandalwood and citrus and vanilla, and that alluring, spicy bite that must be his heat scent. None of the books did it justice, and he was too inexperienced to know if the smell was like that for all omegas, or if this one just smelled particularly good.
Carefully, he copied his father’s movements, dispensing lube onto his fingers before climbing onto the bed and sliding two between the omega's legs. Unlike his dad, his fingers dipped into the warm hole almost immediately, the slippery slide of the lube practically guiding him along.
The conventional wisdom was that alpha cocks were proportional to alpha hands; it was a common schoolyard practice to dare alpha kids to hold out their hands and compare, the rest of the students staring and giggling behind their hands.
Tim had no idea how much of it was true, but he hoped it was, because this omega’s cunt felt wonderful around his fingers, the two sinking in easily into the softest, warmest hole he’d ever felt. He petted his fingers down the silky walls, feeling the tiny muscles ripple and contract, the hole practically milking his fingers as he pumped them slowly deeper.
“Wow, dad, this is amazing,” Tim breathed out wonderingly. “It’s so nice in here. He’s so warm!”
Jack chuckled. “He likes you, my boy.”
Tim leaned in close, adding a third finger and pushing them in deeper and harder. He could hear the slick now, a soft squelch every time he pushed his fingers in, little bubbles of shine seeping out between the curling ribbons of the omega’s cunt lips.
The omega’s face had been lax this whole time, smooth and empty in his slumber. But now, as Tim pressed in deeper, rotating his hand so he could stroke every inch of those slick walls, he could see a change take place. Tiny beads of sweat were forming along the omega’s temple, a slight frown creasing his forehead when Tim twisted his fingers just right. His perfect white teeth clenched around the ball in his mouth, his lips trying to purse as a low moan came from deep within his throat.
He was so warm inside. He took Tim’s finger so well.
Mine. The voice that erupted inside Tim’s head was vicious, stronger and scarier than any thought he’d ever had before. He’s mine.
He shivered as though a cold draft had suddenly swept through the room, even though he could feel how damp his skin was with sweat. Did someone turn the heat up?
“Oh!” he distantly heard the sales lady say, a chuckle in her voice. “You weren’t kidding when you said he was close.”
“Nope,” said Jack proudly. “Kid’s always been precocious. But looks like this is the one. Can we get him packed up? Do we pay now, or in conclusion of the boy’s heat?”
“Of course, let me call in the clean up team. We can have the delivery team follow you back to your home for installation, seeing as time is of the essence in this case."
“That’s fantastic. Tim!” It took a second for Tim to recognize the sound of his own name. He tore his gaze away from his sleeping omega to glance behind him. His father was looking at him with a sly grin on his face.
“You okay, kiddo?” Jack asked, an eyebrow lifting. “Why don’t you come over here, kid, let the nice men get to work?”
A team of sales associates were dragging some kind of storage box towards the bed. Tim’s fangs were dropping before he even realized it, letting loose a deep warning growl before he could stop himself.
“Whoa, whoa there, don’t worry, buddy, no one’s taking him away from you,” Jack said, laughing as he threw an arm around Tim’s shoulders. Tim nearly growled again, but even with the shivery, feverish feeling coursing through him, he still instinctively recognized his own alpha. He let his dad lead him to the door, where the sales associate was waiting, looking politely amused.
“There are just a few documents I need you to sign in the front office,” she said. “But it shouldn’t take long at all. We want to have you home before things really set in!”
Jack grinned, ruffling Tim’s hair. “Seems like we better hurry, the boy is smelling pretty ripe!"
They continued to chat, but Tim wasn’t really listening anymore. He stared over his shoulder as he was dragged away, all of his attention on the omega in the bed, half hidden behind the store clerks getting him ready. That same, scary voice inside of him snarled at seeing so many hands touching his omega, but he forced the voice down. Just wait, he told himself sternly, that omega is coming home with me, to my den. He'd going to be ours.
Forever. That was a new thought, breaking through the haze. He'd need to stay forever, too. Tim would do whatever it took, train him up however he needed. That omega was going to stay.
Mine, screamed everything inside of him, the heat in his viens ratcheting up a notch. His heart was racing in his chest. That omega is mine.