FIC: An Omega's Lot 1/4 fandom: CW rps (Jensen/OMC, NC-17)
Masterpost
Jensen moved a fraction only to stop, wincing in pain. Once the pain subsided to a manageable level, he tried to remember where he was. Then he got a whiff of the worn familiar scent of burlap underneath him. Realization hit, he was still in Greer’s bedroom, on the floor of his cage. Jensen cringed at the memory that replayed; of Greer beating him before he bodily threw Jensen’s battered and broken body inside the cage.
On the other side of the bedroom door Jensen heard the alpha in question, yelling out orders. Ordering the pack to move quickly; to take everything they could carry- that anything left behind would be destroyed.
Jensen heard the frenzied haste of the pack gather whatever they could.
However no one entered Greer’s room where he lay bleeding.
Suddenly the sounds of vehicles started; Jensen trembled in fear as he heard the pack drive away.
Minutes passed, before Jensen heard and recognized the voices of Greer and a few other alphas that had stayed behind. However he couldn’t make out what they were saying as it was drowned out by the distinctive sounds of bones cracking as they each shifted and roared.
Judging by the sounds Jensen heard next they were demolishing anything that was left standing, to leave the remains of the pack’s den in ruins.
Jensen waited. Expecting Greer or even one of the other alphas to come tear the alpha’s room apart while Greer would come to finish the job and kill him.
No one came.
Instead Jensen heard the ignition of the last vehicle start then drive off - he wasn’t worth the effort.
A new wave of pain hit as Jensen recalled the hateful sneer of Greer’s last words before he locked the cage. “You’re nothing, even lower than an omega slut, a border slave. I rescind any protection; I will not have you” Greer pointedly stared at Jensen’s pouch, the malice of his voice, complimented the madness Jensen saw in Greer’s gaze “or any of your kind in my pack.”
Jensen shuddered with the knowledge; he had been abandoned by an alpha, left to die. Was worth nothing more than to be used and killed by the conquering pack.
Greer’s words, your kind resounded in Jensen’s mind until he choked out a gurgled laugh. The only facts Jensen knew about his life were: he was born close to the border, where his mother had been captured and gone into labor. Afterward he and his litter mates were separated to be weaned by a surrogate omega. Once he could walk he was placed in a breeding farm.
There he lived his days among other omega slaves, young pups that were quickly assimilated into a herd and raised together. Initially the caregivers, their handlers, told them how special they were, omegas, born to be sold, gifted and used by their alpha.
Then they taunted them from the moment they could run unhindered, that in time they’d learn the true meaning of what their gift meant. When their bodies changed and went into heat to complete their omega status when their alpha’s seed fills them. At that point they’d usually laugh, making comments on needy omegas, on how their bodies would continually ache in need and how they’d beg any alpha to fill them with come. They kept repeating then how it was an honor to be used by an alpha, to hang off of an alpha’s knot that it was their lot in life, their gift to society.
Jensen and his fellow omegas heard the words, but didn’t understand what the handlers meant by an alpha’s knot. However they could differentiate the truth from a lie. And although there was truth in their words when they spoke of it being an honored privilege to have an alpha knot them, the sentiment felt hollow. Any respect toward them as omegas fell flat as their eyes would glaze over leering down at the herd, gleefully boasting it’d be the only pleasure they’d receive in life. Then almost as an afterthought they’d state if they had any true worth to the pack they’d breed healthy litters for the pack’s betas.
The day Jensen dreaded came too soon and he started the first stage of his cycle. He had just a week before he’d be in full blown heat. By mid-morning his handler took notice of his changes. He wasn’t given any warning or time to say good-bye to his fellow omegas. Instead he was cornered then collared and leashed, before he was dragged from the herd, and taken quickly to an exam room.
Overly excited the handler lifted Jensen up onto a waist high table. Attaching his leash to the table, he manipulated Jensen’s body to a kneeling position. A column with a flat platform rose from the table under him and stopped to lie against Jensen’s pelvis. Knees were spread obscenely wide as the platform was lifted and then one side lowered.
Once he was satisfied with Jensen’s position, the handler quickly placed a bit into Jensen’s mouth then turned something on, and it hummed to life. Jensen cranked his head up in the direction of the noise and saw a camera on the end of a mechanical arm as it shifted into position. The lens protruded outward, the exam was being recorded.
The handler ignored Jensen’s skittishness and the pathetic whine that escaped; instead he busied himself by jotting down something on a clipboard before setting it aside.
Absent mindedly the handler hushed him. Both hands moved down Jensen’s back, down to his flank. His touch gentle, as the handler continued to soothingly caress Jensen’s skin. Quieting the tremors until Jensen was cooing under the attention. Pleased, the handle encouragingly patted his ass telling him what a good boy he was before knowing fingers slid down Jensen’s crack inching toward his slick opening. There his fingers teasingly circled around the small hole, measuring the slick wetness and judging Jensen’s reaction, murmuring his approval. Then he lowered the platform a fraction and prompted Jensen to straighten up turning his attention to Jensen’s chest.
Jensen looked down to see the handler’s fingers on his nubs. The once flat nubs were now perky, plump, and overly sensitive. At each touch, the handler stroked and pulled on the puckered nipple, Jensen arched and whimpered - conflicted with a growing need to flee or beg for more.
A sharp keen escaped Jensen’s throat as he felt the handler stroke a finger over his hole, a nail scrapping at the opening while simultaneously twisting a nub. Jensen panted, although he was scared by his body’s growing need, he rapidly dismissed the idea of fleeing, shamed by the fact that he wanted more.
Abruptly the handler stopped touching him. Jensen’s heart was pounding in his ears still he heard the handler’s words, “Nice! Already he’s very responsive.”
The handler’s voice cooed excitedly over the fact that his body was ripe and would be ready for mounting any day now. Explaining to someone behind the camera lens they needed to sell him quickly before he reached the pinnacle point of his heat cycle or they’d lose his full worth. By the afternoon he was electronically auctioned off and sold. By the end of the day they transferred him to a small cage for transport to be delivered to the pack with the winning bid.
Jensen was securely locked in the back of the truck; throughout the night they drove taking Jensen away from his herd - the only life and family he had ever known. Jensen could do nothing but wait in fear of what his new life would bring.
Arriving mid-morning, the truck pulled to a stop. When the back door opened Jensen knew he had arrived at his new pack. Six large beta’s stepped up into the truck, each grabbing a pole that was speared through the cage’s top and lifted to walk the cage with Jensen inside down the truck’s ramp. A driver handed an older woman a clipboard to sign accepting the delivery; after receiving the signature the driver left immediately.
Suddenly flushed in need Jensen scented the air. Someone laughed, telling him it was no use he’d have to wait - the alphas had left earlier. Apparently none were within the den’s perimeter, the betas were charged to protect and get Jensen ready for the winning alpha to claim.
Everywhere around him eager betas chatted excitedly to each other about the events taking place and in turn informing Jensen how the alphas were battling each other to determine who would have the privilege to claim him for the first litter.
The cage came to a stop and was put on the ground. The beta who had signed for him, smiled as she opened the cage’s door. Jensen cringed when she reached in to get him.
At his reaction she stopped.
Turning to the others she demanded they be left alone until she called for them. Once the other betas left, her voice gentled and she squatted down to face Jensen. “Shush, it’s okay little one; I promise no beta will hurt you under my watch. My name’s Kira. I’m what they call the mother beta.” She paused and snickered, “Probably because I’m older than dirt.”
Jensen stared at her in disbelief. This close he could see a dust of gray that framed her face, the small lines around her eyes, still he saw no signs that’d indicated she was older than dirt.
She chuckled, “You’re sweet, little one. But it’s true, well maybe not figuratively, but I earned my rank the hard way. My reward the responsibility to care for the omegas graced in our pack. To make certain pack law is followed when no alpha is around. Your well being falls in my hands, now and then again after you’ve conceived, to ensure you deliver a healthy litter, so you may return to give your alpha pleasure. Now that you know who I am why don’t you tell me your name?”
Frightened by the request Jensen shook his head. He was a slaved omega; he had not been given a name, only an ID number that’d correspond and direct a handler to his records. Jensen’s ID number was: Omega:162C-5. However he did have the name Jensen, but it was only spoken in hushed whispers between his omega brothers and sisters from the herd.
“It’s okay, if you don’t have one, but I had heard tales that many do within raised herds - if you have one, I promise your secret will be safe with me. Fact is I am allowed to name you child; it can be a new name or the name you already have if you’d share it with me?”
Though his heart accelerated, Jensen heard and felt the truth of her words. Swallowing he choked out, “Jensen.”
Kira nodded and tried it out, “Jensen… I like it. It suits you.” She offered him a heartfelt smile. “Now little one, to be let out I need to replace the farms collar and leash you. I’m going to do a quick assessment and ask a couple of questions. Then we’ll head over to the springs. Okay?”
Jensen nodded.
“Good. Now Jensen, first question, will I have to tether you to the embankment to keep you from running away when I call the betas to clean you?”
Jensen shook his head, no.
“Good.” Reaching inside the cage, Kira gently undid the collar and let it fall as she looped the new collar around his head then hooked the leash on, tugging at it as she stood to lead him. Jensen obeyed the silent order to crawl out.
She had him continue crawling past the caged door, walking him around in a circle, examining his gait. “Head up. Good.” With a hard tug on the leash, Jensen stopped.
“Now present yourself.”
Jensen immediately did as ordered, widened his knees and lowered his chest to the ground until his head and shoulders were flat while his ass jutted out exposing his hole. He felt Kira kneel down beside him her hand running over his back then the tap of her fingers against his ass.
“Arch a little more, that’s good. I know being in the cage a long time, you probably have a few kinks; the hot springs are going to help with that.”
Gently, her hand slid down the curve of his ass, and she cooed encouragingly at his obedience, before her fingers moved toward his wet opening. “Now, tell me the truth has anyone ever breeched you here?” She paused a moment then quietly asked, “A handler perhaps?”
Jensen stilled and nervously replied, “No, only his fingers during exams.”
She didn’t say anything, but her finger traced over the rim and added pressure while her other hand caressed over his flank.
Trembling Jensen let out a needy moan.
At his response she soothed, “Soon little one” and removed her hand. Then she guided him to sit up while she examined his front, starting with his dick as she tugged and pulled at it. “You’re a bit large for an omega. Then again maybe not” She chuckled, “maybe you’re just larger than Cory or perhaps Cory was smaller than you? Truth is I haven’t had the privilege to care for other omegas, just you and Cory.” Dropping his soft dick she laid her palm flat over his abdomen spanning her fingers and started to rub soothing circles. Slowly she increased the pressure while she continued talking “Here, with a good litter you could hold five maybe six whelps. Although…” she lowered her voice dramatically and whispered in Jensen’s ear as if it was a great secret. “It also depends on the strength of the alpha’s seed.”
Pulling back, her fingers danced over his chest feeling every square inch only pausing at his nipples; her voice rising back to a normal level. “That’s what they’re doing right now fighting over who will take your virginity and knot you this cycle.”
He stiffened at the thought. Kira’s hands ran repeatedly over his chest in order to calm him. Through her smile, her voice softened as if she was talking to a slow witted child. “Don’t worry little one, any nervous qualms you have will disappear once you feel their knot pulsing inside of you. The pleasure will exceed any initial pain; trust your body, what you’re feeling.” Chuckling she added, “Trust me, you’ll want him as badly as he wants you.”
“Let’s get you to the spring. The betas will return and they’ll wash you while I watch. The spring is too hot for this old beta. Now some advice on the other betas, first and most important none will harm you. Not now, not ever. Many may not like you because you’re an omega. Your scent not only draws the attention of every alpha, but the truth is it galls many betas that they pop a knot only for omegas- you in this case.” Kira tilted his face up so he was staring into her face, she shrugged, “For many betas it’s a jealousy factor: that you get their knot, their seed, and can deliver a litter where none of us can; especially, young betas who are yet unclaimed. It makes them emotionally high strung. However once you deliver a litter and they hold a pup of their own their tune will change.” Kira’s thumb gently swept up his jaw line, and silently implored that he hear the genuineness of her words and Jensen suspected her heart. “Your contribution will bring true honor and value to our pack. And any beta worth their salt eventually recognizes this basic truth.”
Whatever she saw in his eyes seemed to satisfy her as she stood and tugged on the leash for him to follow by crawling. It was only a short distance to a hot spring.
Jensen didn’t know what to expect except the spring was much larger than he had anticipated. It could have fit the farm’s four barns and two corrals. There she guided him to the waters edge. A high pitched whistle rang out, as she sat down beside him. “Remember none of them will hurt you and I’ll be right here watching.” Jensen heard the excited banter of the betas as they approached. With one hand Kira tightened her grip on the leash, while her other hand ran along Jensen’s back. “Shush, it’s okay, don’t be afraid. Those coming I picked personally. However they’re still a bit excited of what your presence means for them. Each with grand hopes you’ll deliver many pups.”
Suddenly betas surrounded him but held back as Kira waited and addressed them. “I want to introduce you to Jensen; he’s a strong and healthy omega. The Gods willing he’ll deliver plenty of litters to ensure the packs growth.” This was greeted with enthusiastic cheers as Kira passed the leash off to someone on her left. “Now be careful and take our little omega deeper into the spring.”
Encouraged to stand up on his feet, they walked him into the water. The water rose until it was so deep the ground fell away and he had to kick and swim where they wanted him to go. Closer to the center of the spring, he was tugged up onto a ledge. There he was able to sit or kneel as directed while the water lapped at his chest. The warmth soothed the aches of his body as they proceeded to massage and wash every inch of him.
Until he had gone into heat, the only loving contact Jensen had ever received had been within the herd from his fellow omegas. Growing up, their handler’s touch was impersonal, were physical exams prior to his last one. However since, both handler’s and now the beta’s, their touch was gentle as they caressed and petted him in-between cleaning every square inch of his body.
Although he was deemed clean the betas continued to pet and caress his body. Most lingered and couldn’t stop touching his front; hands covered his stomach to travel up to rock hard nipples that begged for attention. Jensen bit his lips to keep from moaning out loud at the building pleasure the betas were creating.
The betas giggled, pleased by his reaction. Jensen didn’t know who was speaking there were multiple voices from too many directions with too many hands that Jensen could only close his eyes and bask in the pleasure they were giving him.
“He’s so responsive.”
“I know, but that’s good.”
“Yes, I’m sure all of the alphas will want a litter with him.”
“How many pups do you think he’ll average in a litter?”
“No telling, but he’s big and strong.”
“I know, plenty of room for his pouch to swell and give healthy pups.”
“We’ll have to wait and see.”
“Think he’ll conceive during this cycle.”
“Not likely, most omegas conceive during their second cycle. His first alpha will be lucky and have him for the duration of two cycles until he’s bred.”
“Will his body create more nubs for the pups to feed from?”
“Depends, but these here are nice size for any pup to latch on to.”
“If he doesn’t we’ll have to pump his titties for more milk.”
Jensen’s head was swimming with all the information he was hearing. None that his handlers had given him, but his brothers and sisters had spent a lot of time speculating on everything they didn’t know.
Someone pulled then rubbed his nipples between their fingers. Jensen opened his mouth moaning unable to move out of their grasp.
“Do it again.” Someone commanded, and they did.
Someone else sighed longingly. “I wish he had milk now, I’d love to see it dribbling out - taste it.”
“I know me too. Will we be able to do that? Taste the milk when he nurses?”
The sound of Kira’s laughter reached him, then lightheartedly spoke “See Jensen, none of the betas will hurt you. Most, see you for what you are, a valued gift to this pack. Each of your pups will be taken care of, and outright loved. Then as soon as Lilly confirms that you’re carrying a litter- we’ll take you back under our wing and care for you throughout your pregnancy until you deliver and are able to wean the pups. Once they’ve been weaned each pup will be given to a beta to rise and love as their own.”
Abruptly someone yelled out, repeatedly calling Kira’s name in alarm. Everyone including Jensen turned toward the frantic visitor as she dropped and knelt at Kira’s side. “An alpha had been chosen.”
Kira nodded smiling at the expected news. “And who won our pretty omega? Mason? Or perhaps William?”
Trembling, the girl whimpered out, “No, both are gone, William was killed.”
A collective gasp rose, as Kira said, “Killed? Was it an accident?”
The girl shook her head, no tears escaped as she spoke a single name, “Greer.” her voice hollow as if she didn’t understand her own words. “He had bested Mason in their round. Something was said leaving the arena and Greer attacked. When Mason didn’t get up, William attacked Greer and lost - it was a killing blow.”
“So Greer won.”
“Yes, but there’s more.”
“What?”
“He’s ordered that they follow the oldest tradition of running a gauntlet where each alpha will tie with the omega.”
From the shocked murmurs around him, Jensen surmised the tradition out dated. He didn’t understand what it was or why they were suddenly so concerned other than the alpha Greer winning had truly been unexpected.
The beta whined, heartbroken as she told Kira the rest. “Those that don’t participate will follow Mason and William’s path. He wants the omega now.”
Everyone including Jensen looked to Kira and waited for her instructions. Slowly she nodded, and waved for them to come in. Jensen’s leash was tugged as they made their way to the water’s edge. As they got closer Jensen saw the tears running down Kira’s face.
The one who held his leash, handed it back to Kira. She accepted it, her voice quivered in sorrow. “Go, comfort Mason and William’s betas. I will bring them Jensen.”
Collectively, clinging together the betas left, their grief tangible.
“Come here little one.” Kira patted the ground beside her where she wanted him to sit.
Jensen complied. “We don’t have much time before I have to present you.” With a heavy sigh, she continued. “Greer should not have won, he is - there’s darkness in him. We are river pack, flow and change like the river - old barbaric traditions that have not been in practice for centuries was not our way although the stories were kept alive and told to teach the young our history. Greer is like a heavy stone sinking to the bottom. As the river flows it dredges up the grunge of the river’s floor - this is Greer trying to live in a past long gone. It never works there is always a storm large enough to move any stone sitting in the river’s bed.”
Kira wrapped her arms around Jensen pulling him closer to embrace him as if he were a just young pup. “I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do to stop Greer. However I can warn you. You’re close to your full cycle; you’re already experiencing the pulsing excitement with every sensuous touch. It’s in your make-up to submit, but it’s receiving pleasure when one is gentle that truly ignites your heat. Why I picked the betas I did. I knew their touch though curious would be gentle, give you pleasure.”
Kira turned away and looked out to the water. Inhaling, her whispered tone deadly serious “Greer is different. He is cruel not loving. I told you there was another omega, Cory, remember?”
Jensen nodded.
“Cory was the pack’s omega five years ago. Back then Mason was the pack’s alpha. Mason followed modern traditions. Cory would be with one alpha, cared and loved until he was impregnated. Then he’d be in my care. After the litter’s pups were disbursed among the betas and once Cory was well he returned to Mason to be gifted to the next alpha in line. This would go on until each alpha sired a litter. Back then Greer was on the bottom of the alpha pack. When it came to his time, he abused Cory and took advantage of his nature.” Kira paused, her voice thick. “By the time Cory had conceived and he was sent to me it was too late. He was broken mentally and refused to accuse Greer because of the pups. In the end it didn’t matter. The damage was too great, Cory went into premature labor.” Her voice crack with raw emotion, “there was nothing I could do. The pups were stillborn. I could only watch him bleed out and die like the pups.”
Kira twisted to look Jensen in the eyes “He’ll be your alpha, but do not trust him - ever!”
“It is said, an omega’s cycle is nothing but a chain of chemical reactions that builds to a crescendo for when your body tastes the alphas seed and he locks with your body. These actions align your nature, sending you into heat regularly. By natures decree you’ll crave an alphas knot every cycle, and match the alpha’s need to take you. However until that point, without gentleness your natural instinct might be to fight, but Greer won’t care. Judging by the faded bruises he left all over Cory’s body, he’d enjoy it if you struggled.”
Jensen trembled under the warning.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, staring him in the eyes, “All I’m saying, the first time before you’re actually knotted be submissive with Greer. Try to ignore any initial instincts to run or fight - I can’t bear to think what would happen if you did.”
Choked up, Kira wiped away her tears, “Little one, stay strong. I’ll pray that you conceive right away so you can be back in my care. You and the pups are all that matter, remember that.” Leaning forward she kissed his forehead then stood.
Tugging on the leash, “Come we must go.”
Next~
Jensen moved a fraction only to stop, wincing in pain. Once the pain subsided to a manageable level, he tried to remember where he was. Then he got a whiff of the worn familiar scent of burlap underneath him. Realization hit, he was still in Greer’s bedroom, on the floor of his cage. Jensen cringed at the memory that replayed; of Greer beating him before he bodily threw Jensen’s battered and broken body inside the cage.
On the other side of the bedroom door Jensen heard the alpha in question, yelling out orders. Ordering the pack to move quickly; to take everything they could carry- that anything left behind would be destroyed.
Jensen heard the frenzied haste of the pack gather whatever they could.
However no one entered Greer’s room where he lay bleeding.
Suddenly the sounds of vehicles started; Jensen trembled in fear as he heard the pack drive away.
Minutes passed, before Jensen heard and recognized the voices of Greer and a few other alphas that had stayed behind. However he couldn’t make out what they were saying as it was drowned out by the distinctive sounds of bones cracking as they each shifted and roared.
Judging by the sounds Jensen heard next they were demolishing anything that was left standing, to leave the remains of the pack’s den in ruins.
Jensen waited. Expecting Greer or even one of the other alphas to come tear the alpha’s room apart while Greer would come to finish the job and kill him.
No one came.
Instead Jensen heard the ignition of the last vehicle start then drive off - he wasn’t worth the effort.
A new wave of pain hit as Jensen recalled the hateful sneer of Greer’s last words before he locked the cage. “You’re nothing, even lower than an omega slut, a border slave. I rescind any protection; I will not have you” Greer pointedly stared at Jensen’s pouch, the malice of his voice, complimented the madness Jensen saw in Greer’s gaze “or any of your kind in my pack.”
Jensen shuddered with the knowledge; he had been abandoned by an alpha, left to die. Was worth nothing more than to be used and killed by the conquering pack.
Greer’s words, your kind resounded in Jensen’s mind until he choked out a gurgled laugh. The only facts Jensen knew about his life were: he was born close to the border, where his mother had been captured and gone into labor. Afterward he and his litter mates were separated to be weaned by a surrogate omega. Once he could walk he was placed in a breeding farm.
There he lived his days among other omega slaves, young pups that were quickly assimilated into a herd and raised together. Initially the caregivers, their handlers, told them how special they were, omegas, born to be sold, gifted and used by their alpha.
Then they taunted them from the moment they could run unhindered, that in time they’d learn the true meaning of what their gift meant. When their bodies changed and went into heat to complete their omega status when their alpha’s seed fills them. At that point they’d usually laugh, making comments on needy omegas, on how their bodies would continually ache in need and how they’d beg any alpha to fill them with come. They kept repeating then how it was an honor to be used by an alpha, to hang off of an alpha’s knot that it was their lot in life, their gift to society.
Jensen and his fellow omegas heard the words, but didn’t understand what the handlers meant by an alpha’s knot. However they could differentiate the truth from a lie. And although there was truth in their words when they spoke of it being an honored privilege to have an alpha knot them, the sentiment felt hollow. Any respect toward them as omegas fell flat as their eyes would glaze over leering down at the herd, gleefully boasting it’d be the only pleasure they’d receive in life. Then almost as an afterthought they’d state if they had any true worth to the pack they’d breed healthy litters for the pack’s betas.
The day Jensen dreaded came too soon and he started the first stage of his cycle. He had just a week before he’d be in full blown heat. By mid-morning his handler took notice of his changes. He wasn’t given any warning or time to say good-bye to his fellow omegas. Instead he was cornered then collared and leashed, before he was dragged from the herd, and taken quickly to an exam room.
Overly excited the handler lifted Jensen up onto a waist high table. Attaching his leash to the table, he manipulated Jensen’s body to a kneeling position. A column with a flat platform rose from the table under him and stopped to lie against Jensen’s pelvis. Knees were spread obscenely wide as the platform was lifted and then one side lowered.
Once he was satisfied with Jensen’s position, the handler quickly placed a bit into Jensen’s mouth then turned something on, and it hummed to life. Jensen cranked his head up in the direction of the noise and saw a camera on the end of a mechanical arm as it shifted into position. The lens protruded outward, the exam was being recorded.
The handler ignored Jensen’s skittishness and the pathetic whine that escaped; instead he busied himself by jotting down something on a clipboard before setting it aside.
Absent mindedly the handler hushed him. Both hands moved down Jensen’s back, down to his flank. His touch gentle, as the handler continued to soothingly caress Jensen’s skin. Quieting the tremors until Jensen was cooing under the attention. Pleased, the handle encouragingly patted his ass telling him what a good boy he was before knowing fingers slid down Jensen’s crack inching toward his slick opening. There his fingers teasingly circled around the small hole, measuring the slick wetness and judging Jensen’s reaction, murmuring his approval. Then he lowered the platform a fraction and prompted Jensen to straighten up turning his attention to Jensen’s chest.
Jensen looked down to see the handler’s fingers on his nubs. The once flat nubs were now perky, plump, and overly sensitive. At each touch, the handler stroked and pulled on the puckered nipple, Jensen arched and whimpered - conflicted with a growing need to flee or beg for more.
A sharp keen escaped Jensen’s throat as he felt the handler stroke a finger over his hole, a nail scrapping at the opening while simultaneously twisting a nub. Jensen panted, although he was scared by his body’s growing need, he rapidly dismissed the idea of fleeing, shamed by the fact that he wanted more.
Abruptly the handler stopped touching him. Jensen’s heart was pounding in his ears still he heard the handler’s words, “Nice! Already he’s very responsive.”
The handler’s voice cooed excitedly over the fact that his body was ripe and would be ready for mounting any day now. Explaining to someone behind the camera lens they needed to sell him quickly before he reached the pinnacle point of his heat cycle or they’d lose his full worth. By the afternoon he was electronically auctioned off and sold. By the end of the day they transferred him to a small cage for transport to be delivered to the pack with the winning bid.
Jensen was securely locked in the back of the truck; throughout the night they drove taking Jensen away from his herd - the only life and family he had ever known. Jensen could do nothing but wait in fear of what his new life would bring.
Arriving mid-morning, the truck pulled to a stop. When the back door opened Jensen knew he had arrived at his new pack. Six large beta’s stepped up into the truck, each grabbing a pole that was speared through the cage’s top and lifted to walk the cage with Jensen inside down the truck’s ramp. A driver handed an older woman a clipboard to sign accepting the delivery; after receiving the signature the driver left immediately.
Suddenly flushed in need Jensen scented the air. Someone laughed, telling him it was no use he’d have to wait - the alphas had left earlier. Apparently none were within the den’s perimeter, the betas were charged to protect and get Jensen ready for the winning alpha to claim.
Everywhere around him eager betas chatted excitedly to each other about the events taking place and in turn informing Jensen how the alphas were battling each other to determine who would have the privilege to claim him for the first litter.
The cage came to a stop and was put on the ground. The beta who had signed for him, smiled as she opened the cage’s door. Jensen cringed when she reached in to get him.
At his reaction she stopped.
Turning to the others she demanded they be left alone until she called for them. Once the other betas left, her voice gentled and she squatted down to face Jensen. “Shush, it’s okay little one; I promise no beta will hurt you under my watch. My name’s Kira. I’m what they call the mother beta.” She paused and snickered, “Probably because I’m older than dirt.”
Jensen stared at her in disbelief. This close he could see a dust of gray that framed her face, the small lines around her eyes, still he saw no signs that’d indicated she was older than dirt.
She chuckled, “You’re sweet, little one. But it’s true, well maybe not figuratively, but I earned my rank the hard way. My reward the responsibility to care for the omegas graced in our pack. To make certain pack law is followed when no alpha is around. Your well being falls in my hands, now and then again after you’ve conceived, to ensure you deliver a healthy litter, so you may return to give your alpha pleasure. Now that you know who I am why don’t you tell me your name?”
Frightened by the request Jensen shook his head. He was a slaved omega; he had not been given a name, only an ID number that’d correspond and direct a handler to his records. Jensen’s ID number was: Omega:162C-5. However he did have the name Jensen, but it was only spoken in hushed whispers between his omega brothers and sisters from the herd.
“It’s okay, if you don’t have one, but I had heard tales that many do within raised herds - if you have one, I promise your secret will be safe with me. Fact is I am allowed to name you child; it can be a new name or the name you already have if you’d share it with me?”
Though his heart accelerated, Jensen heard and felt the truth of her words. Swallowing he choked out, “Jensen.”
Kira nodded and tried it out, “Jensen… I like it. It suits you.” She offered him a heartfelt smile. “Now little one, to be let out I need to replace the farms collar and leash you. I’m going to do a quick assessment and ask a couple of questions. Then we’ll head over to the springs. Okay?”
Jensen nodded.
“Good. Now Jensen, first question, will I have to tether you to the embankment to keep you from running away when I call the betas to clean you?”
Jensen shook his head, no.
“Good.” Reaching inside the cage, Kira gently undid the collar and let it fall as she looped the new collar around his head then hooked the leash on, tugging at it as she stood to lead him. Jensen obeyed the silent order to crawl out.
She had him continue crawling past the caged door, walking him around in a circle, examining his gait. “Head up. Good.” With a hard tug on the leash, Jensen stopped.
“Now present yourself.”
Jensen immediately did as ordered, widened his knees and lowered his chest to the ground until his head and shoulders were flat while his ass jutted out exposing his hole. He felt Kira kneel down beside him her hand running over his back then the tap of her fingers against his ass.
“Arch a little more, that’s good. I know being in the cage a long time, you probably have a few kinks; the hot springs are going to help with that.”
Gently, her hand slid down the curve of his ass, and she cooed encouragingly at his obedience, before her fingers moved toward his wet opening. “Now, tell me the truth has anyone ever breeched you here?” She paused a moment then quietly asked, “A handler perhaps?”
Jensen stilled and nervously replied, “No, only his fingers during exams.”
She didn’t say anything, but her finger traced over the rim and added pressure while her other hand caressed over his flank.
Trembling Jensen let out a needy moan.
At his response she soothed, “Soon little one” and removed her hand. Then she guided him to sit up while she examined his front, starting with his dick as she tugged and pulled at it. “You’re a bit large for an omega. Then again maybe not” She chuckled, “maybe you’re just larger than Cory or perhaps Cory was smaller than you? Truth is I haven’t had the privilege to care for other omegas, just you and Cory.” Dropping his soft dick she laid her palm flat over his abdomen spanning her fingers and started to rub soothing circles. Slowly she increased the pressure while she continued talking “Here, with a good litter you could hold five maybe six whelps. Although…” she lowered her voice dramatically and whispered in Jensen’s ear as if it was a great secret. “It also depends on the strength of the alpha’s seed.”
Pulling back, her fingers danced over his chest feeling every square inch only pausing at his nipples; her voice rising back to a normal level. “That’s what they’re doing right now fighting over who will take your virginity and knot you this cycle.”
He stiffened at the thought. Kira’s hands ran repeatedly over his chest in order to calm him. Through her smile, her voice softened as if she was talking to a slow witted child. “Don’t worry little one, any nervous qualms you have will disappear once you feel their knot pulsing inside of you. The pleasure will exceed any initial pain; trust your body, what you’re feeling.” Chuckling she added, “Trust me, you’ll want him as badly as he wants you.”
“Let’s get you to the spring. The betas will return and they’ll wash you while I watch. The spring is too hot for this old beta. Now some advice on the other betas, first and most important none will harm you. Not now, not ever. Many may not like you because you’re an omega. Your scent not only draws the attention of every alpha, but the truth is it galls many betas that they pop a knot only for omegas- you in this case.” Kira tilted his face up so he was staring into her face, she shrugged, “For many betas it’s a jealousy factor: that you get their knot, their seed, and can deliver a litter where none of us can; especially, young betas who are yet unclaimed. It makes them emotionally high strung. However once you deliver a litter and they hold a pup of their own their tune will change.” Kira’s thumb gently swept up his jaw line, and silently implored that he hear the genuineness of her words and Jensen suspected her heart. “Your contribution will bring true honor and value to our pack. And any beta worth their salt eventually recognizes this basic truth.”
Whatever she saw in his eyes seemed to satisfy her as she stood and tugged on the leash for him to follow by crawling. It was only a short distance to a hot spring.
Jensen didn’t know what to expect except the spring was much larger than he had anticipated. It could have fit the farm’s four barns and two corrals. There she guided him to the waters edge. A high pitched whistle rang out, as she sat down beside him. “Remember none of them will hurt you and I’ll be right here watching.” Jensen heard the excited banter of the betas as they approached. With one hand Kira tightened her grip on the leash, while her other hand ran along Jensen’s back. “Shush, it’s okay, don’t be afraid. Those coming I picked personally. However they’re still a bit excited of what your presence means for them. Each with grand hopes you’ll deliver many pups.”
Suddenly betas surrounded him but held back as Kira waited and addressed them. “I want to introduce you to Jensen; he’s a strong and healthy omega. The Gods willing he’ll deliver plenty of litters to ensure the packs growth.” This was greeted with enthusiastic cheers as Kira passed the leash off to someone on her left. “Now be careful and take our little omega deeper into the spring.”
Encouraged to stand up on his feet, they walked him into the water. The water rose until it was so deep the ground fell away and he had to kick and swim where they wanted him to go. Closer to the center of the spring, he was tugged up onto a ledge. There he was able to sit or kneel as directed while the water lapped at his chest. The warmth soothed the aches of his body as they proceeded to massage and wash every inch of him.
Until he had gone into heat, the only loving contact Jensen had ever received had been within the herd from his fellow omegas. Growing up, their handler’s touch was impersonal, were physical exams prior to his last one. However since, both handler’s and now the beta’s, their touch was gentle as they caressed and petted him in-between cleaning every square inch of his body.
Although he was deemed clean the betas continued to pet and caress his body. Most lingered and couldn’t stop touching his front; hands covered his stomach to travel up to rock hard nipples that begged for attention. Jensen bit his lips to keep from moaning out loud at the building pleasure the betas were creating.
The betas giggled, pleased by his reaction. Jensen didn’t know who was speaking there were multiple voices from too many directions with too many hands that Jensen could only close his eyes and bask in the pleasure they were giving him.
“He’s so responsive.”
“I know, but that’s good.”
“Yes, I’m sure all of the alphas will want a litter with him.”
“How many pups do you think he’ll average in a litter?”
“No telling, but he’s big and strong.”
“I know, plenty of room for his pouch to swell and give healthy pups.”
“We’ll have to wait and see.”
“Think he’ll conceive during this cycle.”
“Not likely, most omegas conceive during their second cycle. His first alpha will be lucky and have him for the duration of two cycles until he’s bred.”
“Will his body create more nubs for the pups to feed from?”
“Depends, but these here are nice size for any pup to latch on to.”
“If he doesn’t we’ll have to pump his titties for more milk.”
Jensen’s head was swimming with all the information he was hearing. None that his handlers had given him, but his brothers and sisters had spent a lot of time speculating on everything they didn’t know.
Someone pulled then rubbed his nipples between their fingers. Jensen opened his mouth moaning unable to move out of their grasp.
“Do it again.” Someone commanded, and they did.
Someone else sighed longingly. “I wish he had milk now, I’d love to see it dribbling out - taste it.”
“I know me too. Will we be able to do that? Taste the milk when he nurses?”
The sound of Kira’s laughter reached him, then lightheartedly spoke “See Jensen, none of the betas will hurt you. Most, see you for what you are, a valued gift to this pack. Each of your pups will be taken care of, and outright loved. Then as soon as Lilly confirms that you’re carrying a litter- we’ll take you back under our wing and care for you throughout your pregnancy until you deliver and are able to wean the pups. Once they’ve been weaned each pup will be given to a beta to rise and love as their own.”
Abruptly someone yelled out, repeatedly calling Kira’s name in alarm. Everyone including Jensen turned toward the frantic visitor as she dropped and knelt at Kira’s side. “An alpha had been chosen.”
Kira nodded smiling at the expected news. “And who won our pretty omega? Mason? Or perhaps William?”
Trembling, the girl whimpered out, “No, both are gone, William was killed.”
A collective gasp rose, as Kira said, “Killed? Was it an accident?”
The girl shook her head, no tears escaped as she spoke a single name, “Greer.” her voice hollow as if she didn’t understand her own words. “He had bested Mason in their round. Something was said leaving the arena and Greer attacked. When Mason didn’t get up, William attacked Greer and lost - it was a killing blow.”
“So Greer won.”
“Yes, but there’s more.”
“What?”
“He’s ordered that they follow the oldest tradition of running a gauntlet where each alpha will tie with the omega.”
From the shocked murmurs around him, Jensen surmised the tradition out dated. He didn’t understand what it was or why they were suddenly so concerned other than the alpha Greer winning had truly been unexpected.
The beta whined, heartbroken as she told Kira the rest. “Those that don’t participate will follow Mason and William’s path. He wants the omega now.”
Everyone including Jensen looked to Kira and waited for her instructions. Slowly she nodded, and waved for them to come in. Jensen’s leash was tugged as they made their way to the water’s edge. As they got closer Jensen saw the tears running down Kira’s face.
The one who held his leash, handed it back to Kira. She accepted it, her voice quivered in sorrow. “Go, comfort Mason and William’s betas. I will bring them Jensen.”
Collectively, clinging together the betas left, their grief tangible.
“Come here little one.” Kira patted the ground beside her where she wanted him to sit.
Jensen complied. “We don’t have much time before I have to present you.” With a heavy sigh, she continued. “Greer should not have won, he is - there’s darkness in him. We are river pack, flow and change like the river - old barbaric traditions that have not been in practice for centuries was not our way although the stories were kept alive and told to teach the young our history. Greer is like a heavy stone sinking to the bottom. As the river flows it dredges up the grunge of the river’s floor - this is Greer trying to live in a past long gone. It never works there is always a storm large enough to move any stone sitting in the river’s bed.”
Kira wrapped her arms around Jensen pulling him closer to embrace him as if he were a just young pup. “I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do to stop Greer. However I can warn you. You’re close to your full cycle; you’re already experiencing the pulsing excitement with every sensuous touch. It’s in your make-up to submit, but it’s receiving pleasure when one is gentle that truly ignites your heat. Why I picked the betas I did. I knew their touch though curious would be gentle, give you pleasure.”
Kira turned away and looked out to the water. Inhaling, her whispered tone deadly serious “Greer is different. He is cruel not loving. I told you there was another omega, Cory, remember?”
Jensen nodded.
“Cory was the pack’s omega five years ago. Back then Mason was the pack’s alpha. Mason followed modern traditions. Cory would be with one alpha, cared and loved until he was impregnated. Then he’d be in my care. After the litter’s pups were disbursed among the betas and once Cory was well he returned to Mason to be gifted to the next alpha in line. This would go on until each alpha sired a litter. Back then Greer was on the bottom of the alpha pack. When it came to his time, he abused Cory and took advantage of his nature.” Kira paused, her voice thick. “By the time Cory had conceived and he was sent to me it was too late. He was broken mentally and refused to accuse Greer because of the pups. In the end it didn’t matter. The damage was too great, Cory went into premature labor.” Her voice crack with raw emotion, “there was nothing I could do. The pups were stillborn. I could only watch him bleed out and die like the pups.”
Kira twisted to look Jensen in the eyes “He’ll be your alpha, but do not trust him - ever!”
“It is said, an omega’s cycle is nothing but a chain of chemical reactions that builds to a crescendo for when your body tastes the alphas seed and he locks with your body. These actions align your nature, sending you into heat regularly. By natures decree you’ll crave an alphas knot every cycle, and match the alpha’s need to take you. However until that point, without gentleness your natural instinct might be to fight, but Greer won’t care. Judging by the faded bruises he left all over Cory’s body, he’d enjoy it if you struggled.”
Jensen trembled under the warning.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, staring him in the eyes, “All I’m saying, the first time before you’re actually knotted be submissive with Greer. Try to ignore any initial instincts to run or fight - I can’t bear to think what would happen if you did.”
Choked up, Kira wiped away her tears, “Little one, stay strong. I’ll pray that you conceive right away so you can be back in my care. You and the pups are all that matter, remember that.” Leaning forward she kissed his forehead then stood.
Tugging on the leash, “Come we must go.”
Next~