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Filled: 'Breve' 3/?

[anonymous]

He hasn’t fed Jonah in nearly nine hours and he hadn’t realized how good it would feel to release the pressure. It takes a minute for the milk start dribbling out of him, and it’s like his fear is draining away along with the constant soreness. He tenses his legs and quivers, tries to match his shakes to the vibrations running through him.

He hears a laugh. “Twenty minutes, kid.”

The beta smacks him on the ass and leaves.

~~

It’s very disorientating, losing all track of time, and Jensen hates it. He doesn’t know how long he’s been strapped there, doesn’t know how long it’s been since the beta turned off the pump. He was fed, watered, taken to the bathroom, then returned to his platform and blindfolded and ordered to lie down and sleep. As if he could.

He thinks it’s probably been three hours or so, since the throbbing in his breasts is back. It’s like his whole world has narrowed to the two points of pain on his chest. He tries to squash them against the cool fabric of the mat but it doesn’t do much good.

He’s at their mercy, and he knows it, so when the beta comes back, Jensen doesn’t fidget. He jerks and recoils when his flank gets stroked unexpectedly, but forces himself to lean into it, and fakes a happy sigh.

“That’s it, that’s it. I knew you’d come around. Want another ride?”

“Yes please, sir,” Jensen says.

He thinks it’s the same routine as before. When the pump’s shut off, he’s offered water and soup, but this time when he’s done they cover him in sunscreen and turn him out into a field.

There are thirty so or omegas already there, and for a moment, Jensen feels like he’s back in class. He hasn’t been around so many of his own kind in a long time and it’s wrong, he knows, but he feels a little disgusted when he sees them. They’re so… he doesn’t have a word for it, but they all look pregnant. Deformed. He knows he looks the same.

They’re mainly sat in a circle on the grass, and that too reminds him of school. He wanders over to the edge of the group and two of them shuffle aside to let him in. It turns out he was almost right: an omega with dark hair is addressing the group, telling them about all the places he’s been. He talks about France, tells them about seeing the Eiffel Tower, about trying snails and wine and cheese. He sings a bit of a children’s song he can remember and explains how in French there are different ways of addressing alphas and betas. Then he teaches them to say hello and good morning, and how to say their names, which is how Jensen ends up introducing himself to the others.

After awhile they start getting distracted. It’s sunny and hot, and some of them fall asleep. Some of them get uneasy and start massaging their breasts. Jensen ignores the pain in his own and talks to an omega named Matt. He’s funny and curious, and Jensen feels ashamed when he realizes that’s not at all what he expected.

When his breasts become so engorged that he can’t bear the feeling any longer, Matt drags him into the orderly queue forming outside the barn. The betas work to an actual clock, he explains, but there’s no point prolonging the pain.

“Why do they even like us like this?” Jensen asks. He aches and he’s cross and the encouraging hand Matt tries to lay on his arm feels more like a bruise. “I know they didn’t send me here for the money.” Except, maybe they did. Thirty years ago, an alpha could easily support a family on a single income, but now that just wasn’t true. Jared had continued to work while Jensen had stayed home with Jonah and it had devastated him. Stay at home betas were becoming a thing of the past, and some alpha and beta couples were even using omega surrogates instead of marrying them.

Matt shakes his head and shrugs. “Alphas and betas are weird. We need to stick together.”

~~

After his third milking, Jensen is given more water. He slurps at it, too tired to care that half of it ends up splashed on his skin, and curls up in a ball. A beta comes by with a heavy blanket and a pillow, and Jensen lets himself be coaxed into making himself more comfortable.