Chapter 1: The escape
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(EDIT: the art in this chapter isn't gone, just moved to the beginning of next chapter)
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The moment Jason meets Dick’s eyes, his blood turns to ice.
Cold blue irises fix on him with an intensity that burns through skin, darkened with a familiar spark of obsessed possessiveness.
Immediately, Jason stands up, bumping the chair so much that it almost falls over. He turns, running out of the tiny diner even before he can see whether Dick is coming after him.
It’s highly unlikely that he won’t. Better get to running.
The city is cool and unfamiliar, reeking of trash and cigarette smoke and the faint, unblocked scents of the residents. Either too busy or too coked out to remember changing out their patches. It makes Jason self-conscious enough that he reaches to touch the gland behind his ear and the patch of blocker he’d snitched off of some creep (God, how he hates having to resort back to stealing… but the mere idea of an omega running out here alone with nothing, scent running free…) to make sure it’s still intact. It is, and he should probably be good for another few hours.
He hopes—oh, God, does he hope—that the blocker will work enough to keep him safe. Safe from Dick. From him ever finding Jason again.
Jason's sneakers slap over the cool and damp asphalt, his heart pumping in his chest so loudly that the muss of horns and wheels in the background is nothing but a distant blur of sounds. The neon lights of the city are making him dizzy and fear seizes him like barbed wire boring into his skin, his chest, his heart—the knots in his stomach twist and turn until he almost stops just to throw up on the sidewalk—he doesn’t of course, thankfully. Jason doesn’t have any time to lose.
He can’t go back, not after he spent so long planning and executing his escape. He won’t go back to be chained in that hellish little cell ever again.
So, Jason picks up speed and makes his way into a thin alleyway, one he knows Dick can’t reach if he's driving his car. Jason ducks his head and pulls the hood of his jacket over himself, trying to appear as small and insignificant as possible. Except, it’s hard when he’s been running for over a week, living only on scraps he can find. His body is weak and his stomach cramps, dark circles adorn his eyes and even his breath feels heavy. Jason hasn't slept well ever since his escape.
The alleyway is dark and cramped with scraps and garbage bins. Thankfully though, the nauseating smell and the dimness should mask his presence pretty well. If he zig-zags his way out of the city, maybe then he still has a chance. Not that Jason’s hope is high. Dick has already found him.
Jason pays attention to his feet. He stumbles in the dark, making sure nothing underfoot trips him. Therefore, it takes him by surprise when he bumps into someone right before he is just exiting the other end.
Jason’s heart stops for a moment and the first thought that comes to mind is that Dick has found him. Dick deduced which way Jason would take and somehow made it to the exit before he did. But the faint alpha smell that he senses does not belong to Dick. It’s got more pine than sandalwood, more whiskey than lemon or lime—
Jason jolts back in a moment of panic. He looks up and squints his eyes to see who it is, and hasn't at all expected to meet the blond boy standing there.
“Joey?”
The alpha stands in front of him, unwavering. Joseph Wilson's usually friendly features are now strained with concentration, his green eyes shining through the dark in a ghostly, almost inhuman, light.
Jason immediately averts his eyes. He can’t look the older boy in the eye right now. Not with Jericho’s powers. Not with the lump in his throat and the little voice in his head screaming the word danger.
Joey is… he is a friend of Jason’s, the only source of warmth and friendship when Jason was kidnapped and held against his will—a just presented omega captive for Deathstroke’s apprentice to enjoy on his downtime. Joey showed him kindness when there was none; when Dick was horrible and mean and only ever took from him. In fact, Jason couldn't have left at all without Joey’s help, only making it as far as he does because of the alpha in front of him—
But—but. But Joey is here now, where Jason knows Dick is close by. He has to have gotten here along with him. Joey was Dick’s friend before he was Jason’s. Joey is Slade’s son.
“Joey.” Jason swallows, his stomach twisting into painful knots, and he finds it hard to breathe. His palms are clammy with sweat, his nerves making him shake with anxiety. “Let me pass,” he begs, “please.”
Through Jason’s peripherals, he sees Joey making a couple of hand signs that mean no and sorry. The knots in his stomach tighten, and the grim reality of Jason’s worst fear eats him up whole.
Then there are footsteps coming up behind him. Jason’s hands ball up in anxiety and he shrinks from the familiar scent of an approaching alpha.
“Please, Joey, just let me go. Please—” Jason tries again. Because he doesn’t believe it; doesn’t want to accept the reality of the betrayal. When Jason sees Joey shake his head, his heart sinks and he has to bite down the ache in his chest. Jason bolts.
Jason tries to make a run for it through the space on Joey's left, betting on their friendship that the older boy is only here because of his promise to Dick. That he still cares enough to help Jason out—to let him slip, at least give him a head start before he and Dick begin their pursuit. Joey doesn’t move to stop him, but Jason doesn’t know whether he’s only acting that way because there’s no need to. A pair of arms are already grabbing him from behind, a long limb dragging Jason behind to trap him against a wide chest while the other reaches up to cover his mouth and muffle his screams.
Jason kicks out and twists his body inside the powerful grip. Panic pounds in his skull as he almost faints from the fear and the dread. Long hair drapes over his shoulders and tickles him through his garments. His hood falls down during his struggles while a lip comes up to his ear with an icy whisper of “Hush, Little Wing. Don’t make a sound if you know what’s good for you.”
Jason’s body suddenly stills and the hairs on the back of his neck stand in a fight-or-flight response. He is stiff like a rock, yet somehow, he's still shaking. The fear in his omega scent spreads like perfume through a diffuser.
Dick laughs from behind him, but there’s no humor in his tone. It’s a dark laugh that promises danger and punishment. Jason shudders, almost falling apart in his predecessor’s grip.
“Caught you, Robin.”
Dick looks up. Jason can’t see him, but he can sense Dick’s eyes meeting with Joey’s. There’s a melancholic yet rather calm look on Joey’s face, and Dick doesn’t even acknowledge Jason's presence when he says, “What do you think we should do with a little whore who tried to escape?”
Jason shrinks in on himself, looking up at Joey pleadingly. Even when he knows it’s no use. Dick is here now. Dick has caught him—Dick has won.
Dick catches Jason's squirming hands with his, firmly restraining his wrists. Dick buries his nose into the little hollow between Jason's neck and his head, snuggling into his scent gland and taking in a lungful of the omega's terrified scent through his patch.
“You really had us chasing you around for days, Little Wing,” Dick whispers in Jason's ear, canines scraping across his skin. “Excellent games are usually followed by great rewards. Now that we caught you, I promise the consequences will not be quick and easy.”
Jason goes silent. He listens to the bastard speak, to the amused tone in the villain's words. His face flushes from indignation and distress, teeth clenched in hatred and anticipation.
Then Jason acts. He bites down on the hand over his mouth, teeth clenching tight over that index finger. Dick doesn't let him go, but he is caught off guard long enough for Jason to squirm one hand free and turns around partially to kick him in the balls.
He almost succeeds.
A knee digs into his stomach before his foot can make any contact. Then an elbow crashes down onto his back, the double strike knocking the air out of Jason. He falls on the ground, hands clutching his middle as he squirms on the dirty pavement, moaning in pain.
Dick tsks above him. Joey approaches as well, walking across the wet ground to stand over him, blocking Jason's only exit.
Well, it was worth a try, anyway.
“Now, look what you made me do,” Dick says with a false sense of pity and hurt. “Hitting an omega is never something I enjoy doing. But you just had to fight back. It was necessary.”
“Fuck you,” Jason spits through clenched teeth. “You murderer rapist piece of shit.”
“Now, don't be like that, darling.”
The neon lights of the city illuminate the dark smile on Dick’s face. Jason shudders.
“No need to sputter profanity just because you’ve lost the chase. Now we must wash that pretty mouth of yours clean, don’t we?”
Jason shudders. He tries to get up again.
Dick beats him to it, crouching down to grab at the back of Jason's neck with an agility that would make the Flash proud. The blunt tips of the fingers slightly dig into Jason's neck and he yelps. The strength in his limbs quickly drains away and a hazy cloud takes over his brain.
Dick practically lifts Jason up by the scruff. As he stands, Jason's body is a little wobbly, and he is disoriented, a little confused at where he is and how he got here. Then there is the cool leather against his collarbone, the stripe sliding around the circumference of his neck to be fastened securely at the back. Jason blinks his eyes clear and almost gags at the painful realization that it was Joey who has placed the claiming collar around his neck.
“Don’t fret, omega. I promise we'll take care of you from here. Now, behave and stay quiet.”
There is a part of Jason that wants to scream in frustration. A part that wants to push Dick aside and run, screaming kidnap! through the top of his lungs and hope someone walking near will help him. But it’s like Dick has turned off a switch. It’s like his own body imprisons him when Dick takes Jason's waist and guides his wobbly form towards the car parked just outside the alleyway, parallel to the sidewalk on a quiet street.
Joey catches up to them and offers his own arm around Jason's torso to help steady him further. If anyone sees them right now, they might mistake the group as a couple of alphas taking care of their treasured pack omega, instead of recognizing the deed as the despicable abduction attempt it is. Joey picks out the key and presses, the car unlocks with a couple of flashes and a clicking sound.
“N-no,” Jason pleads just as Joey opens the door to haul him onto the back seat. Jason digs his heels in and shakes his head, his muscles straining as much as they can against Dick and Joey's combined effort. It doesn't matter. Dick forcibly plucks Jason away from the spot before pushing him in head-first; Jason’s jacket wrestled off. Dick then climbs in after him, throwing the jacket on the seats before restraining both of Jason's wrists behind him. The door closes.
Jason lies on his stomach on the backseat whining, too woozy from the scruffing to get up. He feels Dick’s presence behind him as he zip-ties Jason’s wrists together, the mercenary’s alpha scent taking on a musky quality that rarely means anything good. The last pull is harsh with an underlying intent for punishment, the sharp plastic painfully cutting into Jason's wrists, scratchy against his skin.
Then the front door opens, and Joey finally settles into the driver's seat. He inserts the key and starts the car, the engine a roaring presence that cuts through the unnerving silence. Jason goes still dead silent for a second, speaking up again only to plead.
“Joey, please,” he says, even though knowing it’s no use. Joey is Dick's friend foremost, why would he betray Dick’s trust for an omega captive he has only known for a few months?
Jason feels fingers in his hair as Dick strokes him lovingly, almost like how Bruce used to help him groom when his hair became too messy on its own. It’s a disgusting mockery of the warmth of pack love, and Jason has to hold down the sudden nauseousness in the back of his throat.
“Come on, Little Wing,” Dick says after a while, when Joey has failed to reply as he busies himself in pulling the car back onto the road. “You know this is going to happen. You knew the consequences of escape. You can never run from your alpha.”
Jason drops his head in exhaustion, but he wishes he can turn his head enough to spit in Dick's face.
“Fuck you, bastard. You’re not my alpha.”
Dick only laughs. Oh God. He actually laughs, like what he is doing is not something totally despicable. Like he is not currently snatching a young omega off the street to take back to his den for his own use and pleasure. Jason is Dick’s successor—an unworthy one, maybe—but he is not some kind of sex toy. He isn’t here for Dick to use like a whore. He refuses to believe that.
Fuck. Jason needs to get out of here. He has to get out of the car… perhaps it's going to be terribly difficult with Dick here with him, but… Jason has to try. He won't forgive himself if he doesn't.
Jason waits. He finally quiets down as they drive through the city and towards the less populated suburban areas. More and more trees and smaller buildings loom over them from both sides, nothing more than shadows against the night sky.
Jason tries his best to ignore the soreness of his wrists as he slowly sits upright in an unassuming manner, his back towards the door and his eyes fixed on Dick with alertness and hostility.
Dick only briefly peeks at him with amusement before turning back to resume his one-sided conversation with Joey.
“I told your old man that having all these alphas in the pack will be troublesome,” Dick says. “Just look at how much Rose likes to fight with me. But I guess it's not Slade's fault that all his children ended up with the same designation.”
Joey looks into the rearview mirror briefly, eyes crinkling just a little as he smiles.
“Tara might be our only saving grace, now that I think about it,” Dick continues. “Sadly, she's not much help either. As the pack omega, she sure starts more fights than she solves.”
Joey doesn’t answer, of course, he simply shrugs. Jason takes note of Dick’s distraction as he squirms his hands, blindly running his fingers along the surface of the rear door. He tries the best he can to keep still and quiet as he strives to find the handle, praying that the vehicle doesn't have child safety locks installed.
None of Slade's kids are still children. Jason hopes this will work.
“You know, Joey,” Dick says, “I gotta say it’d be a lot more fun if Rose is here. She usually has a lot of things to say.”
Joey shrugs again. The same time Jason finds the handle, and he tightens his grip on it like grabbing onto a lifeline. He doesn’t pull right away. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the road and waits for the right moment.
The moment comes not long after when the car drives through another winding road hugged by a small patch of trees. It’s the perfect time—they are driving slowly, and the trees will be an excellent cover when he runs.
Jason puts his plan into action. Taking one deep breath, he pulls on the handle and throws open the door.
Dick curses behind him, but Jason barely hears him as he uses his skills as Robin to hang onto the door when it swings. He waits until he is close enough to the bushes before he lets go, dropping into the shrubbery at the side of the road and rolls when he lands.
The branches hurt, making tiny cuts on Jason’s skin as he crashes into them. He doesn’t have time to wince. Jason stands up, still waddling around with the scruffing hormones in his body and hands still painfully zip-tied behind his back. He starts up and runs.
Somewhere above him, the car stops with an abrupt screech. Feet sliding from the slight hill to follow Jason through the bushes into the trees, then fast-paced footsteps. Jason’s heart pounds in his chest, heaving as he puts all he has into running and getting away.
The chase doesn’t last long. Jason is at a tremendous disadvantage with his hands tied behind his back and his body weak from the scruffing. It’s hard to see through the darkness, and the ground underfoot is uneven. It doesn’t take long before Jason trips on a large branch and falls. He crashes right into the damp, cold grass and dirt, the wetness of the earth seeping through his clothes, making him shudder.
Jason can hear Dick approaching from behind, but he refuses to give up. Jason lifts his head. He gets up to his knees and tries to push himself off of the ground, right before something crashes onto his head and pushes it back into the dirt again.
Jason yelps, first from surprise, then from pain.
The object pressing on the back of Jason’s head—probably Dick’s booted foot, grinds down harder until Jason’s face is digging into the dirt, the tiny pieces of rocks and branches making painful little cuts on his cheek.
“Ungrateful imp,” Dick spits from above him, voice cold. “Should’ve taken the branch when I offered, kid. You’re gonna regret this.”
“Help!” Jason screams as best as he can. The word sounds wet, gurgling out of his throat with difficulty. It’s extremely painful with his chest and face compressed. “Is someone here?! Help! Please?”
There are a few houses on the other side of the trees, but no responses come. Before Jason can try again, Dick releases his foot and crouches beside him, a knee digging into his upper back to keep him still. As Jason opens his mouth to scream again, he feels wetness and the scratchy texture of sand and rocks entering as a handful of fresh dirt is shoved into his mouth, stuffing up the orifice and muffling his cry.
Jason gags, panicking as he tries to spit out the invading earth. But a hand covers his mouth and pushes the dirt further into him. The taste is disgusting on Jason’s tongue and the tiny rocks cut into the delicate membranes of his mouth. Yet Dick holds firm as he leans into Jason’s ear to whisper a threat.
“Didn’t I tell you to hush, Robin?”
Tears fall on Jason’s face, right about when Dick stands and pulls him up with him. A hand wrapping around Jason’s torso possessively, Dick manhandles him back to the car.
“Should have just stayed in the car, baby doll,” Dick says as he pushes Jason into the vehicle. As soon as he lands, Jason wastes no time to spit out the mouthful of dirt, not giving a fuck about dirtying the carpet.
“Joey, get ready to grab the tools,” Dick orders. “Drive us to some place where no one can interrupt us.”
He pauses, then continues. The sneer is clear in his voice.
“I’m going to show this bitch what happens to disobedient omegas.”
Chapter 2: Packaging
Summary:
“Open up, baby,” Dick says from behind him, already pushing the fourth bead in. Somehow, it feels even bigger than the first three, and Jason can feel the strain on his hole when it stretches him open.
“Don’t make this difficult,” Dick’s action doesn’t stop. “I have another one, too. The cock on it can reach all the way into your throat, I doubt it’d be more pleasant than this. Be a darling and let Joey strap this on you.”
Notes:
The chapter begins with NSFW art. Watch your backs.
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It takes no time at all for the car to pull back onto the road.
Jason shudders in the back seat, gasping and choking. Dick’s hand lands on his back and roughly pats a few times to help him get the last bit of the dirt out. Dick then holds Jason in place, his palm pressing firmly on Jason’s upper back, finger splayed, keeping him face-down on the seat.
The car drives for maybe ten minutes as Joey looks for a place. But it feels more like an eternity.
Finally, Joey seems to settle somewhere on the roadside. They pull off with a sharp turn; the echoes telling Jason that they are driving into a large building. Either an underground parking lot or a warehouse.
The vehicle crawls slowly as Joey looks for the best place to park. Dick makes no comment, and he doesn’t let go when the vehicle slows to a stop.
The front door opens. Joey gets out of the driver's seat and circles to the back. A clunk, the trunk lid flips open. The alpha looks into the storage for something.
Jason’s fear-muddled scent fills the car even with the patch still on him, its effect wearing off. He struggles weakly to get onto his knees. Dick’s hand leaves for a moment only to grab him by the hair instead, dragging Jason back by his roots, pulling off strands along the way, and prompting him to yelp from surprise.
“Stay down,” Dick warns, “don’t you fucking move. The less you resist, the easier it’s going to be on all of us.”
“Fuck you.” It’s meant to be an insult, words made of knives intending to cut. But it came out more like a plea, with Jason’s building tears damping and gurgling the words.
Dick clicks his tongue in pity.
“It didn’t have to be this way, Robin. You’ve brought it onto yourself.”
Jason clenches his teeth and refuses to beg or cry out in pain. He barely gasps when Dick drops him harshly before kneeling on the back of his knees to keep him still.
The door opens ahead. Jason looks through his damp lashes and sees Joey standing there with what looks like a huge traveling suitcase.
“Help me hold him, Joey,” Dick instructs, “I need to get him ready first.”
Two large hands descend. Joey has released the case to hold Jason’s shoulders, using firm pressure.
“No, wait—”
The situation finally settles in. Jason doesn’t know what Dick has in store for him, but he’s not eager to find out.
“Please,” he says, looking up to address Joey instead of trying to argue with Dick. “Joey, don't do this. Please, I’m sorry.”
“Shut up,” Dick whispers, “keep quiet or I must gag you again.”
The threat makes Jason choke back his words. The lingering taste of the rough and rotting earth on his tongue is enough to make Jason reconsider. He shuts his mouth, yet he can't help but whimper when he feels Dick's hands at his waist, unbuttoning his jeans before pulling them off of him.
No, no, no no no…
Dick can't be thinking to… can he?
The jeans slide down to pool around Jason's knees, leaving Jason’s buttocks vulnerable to the coolness of the air. Dick holds Jason’s hips on each side and hauls them up to a presenting position. Jason can’t help but shudder at how vulnerable it feels.
Dick sits back to enjoy the view. It isn't long before he brings up his fingers to trace along the white lace of Jason’s panties, rubbing the frills under the pads of his fingers. He laughs.
“Bet no one expects an omega as insignificant as you to wear something so provocative underneath all that layers.” Pinching the edge of the lace, Dick lifts the hem away from Jason’s naked ass cheek before letting it snap back.
Jason jumps. Dick makes an amused sound.
“Still wearing the ones I bought you, I see. What a good omega you are, Robin.”
Jason wants to swear, but the alpha's threat is still loud and clear in his head.
It's not what he wants. He never wanted to be dressed up in pretty and uncomfortable doll clothes to please his kidnapper alpha predecessor. He had no choice.
Dick takes a few more moments to trace his fingers along the laces. He runs them up-and-down between the slit of Jason’s cunt over the panties, fingertips pushing between the mounds to tease the inner lips through the thin and silky fabric. Jason gasps, hips thrashing about a little to get away. It’s useless. Joey has him in a death grip and he has nowhere to run.
Jason feels the fingers running between his folds in a calculated manner, knuckles sliding down onto the base of his small cocklet, circling around before they tease upwards again.
Despite the humiliation, despite the distress of the situation, Jason can feel his cunt getting wetter. Slick soaks through his panties and forms a blossoming wet spot.
“You smell that, Joey?” Dick asks in amusement. “God, the slick is so strong. He must be waiting for it.”
Jason bites down and buries his face, spasming and whining from the insult.
“No. No—”
“Yet you look more than ready, Robin,” Dick’s fingers retreat for a second before both hands hook onto the hem of the lace, pulling the panties down as well.
If the smell of slick wasn’t noticeable before, it certainly is now. The scent of the reluctantly aroused omega is way too strong and distinct inside the car. Jason gasps, hands balling up inside his bond. He wriggles them inside the makeshift cuff in a useless effort to cover himself, the sharp edges of the zip tie cutting into his skin.
Dick’s index and middle fingers run inside the slit, picking up the viscous liquid and smearing it all over Jason’s small, gradually hardening cock. Then Dick stops only to free his hands to pull the outer lips apart, revealing the petal-like inner lips, opening up to the twitching vagina.
“God,” Dick whispers, “you should look at your cunt. Look how flushed and swollen it is.”
Jason gasps when one of Dick’s fingertips presses at the entrance. Tears blur out his vision. It’s too much. The stimulation… It’s too much.
“Dick, no,” Jason begs, “please. Don’t… please. I-I can’t—”
The last part of that sentence is choked and broken, barely more than a whimper. Dick strokes Jason’s thighs to soothe him, bending down to press a kiss on his naked ass.
His lips don’t leave. They linger, tracing inward instead, placing small pecks until Jason feels the softness of them at the seam of his pussy, right beside the slit. Then Dick’s tongue darts out and runs between the slit itself, gliding over the inner lips to brush against the entrance.
Jason gasps, the air in his lungs feels too sparse and he can’t seem to take a breath. Dick’s tongue keeps going, swirling and teasing around in rhythmic motions until it reaches the piece of flesh between Jason’s pussy and his cocklet. Dick keeps going, tongue swirling over the small penis until it reaches the tip, giving the swollen head one cautious lick.
“Ng… No…” Jason whines, spit dripping from the corners of his mouth as his body writhes, too preoccupied to swallow. “Dick, stop—please—I’m sorry, I won’t run again… I’m sorry.”
Jason is sobbing so much that he almost doesn’t pay attention when a calloused thumb reaches up to wipe at his tears. Jason sniffs and looks up, just in time to see Joey retrieving the wet thumb to restrain him again.
Dick pulls back and Jason can hear his tongue lapping at the excess juice smeared on his lips.
“As useless as the Robin you were,” Dick says, voice soft despite the cruel words, “I just can’t get enough of you. God, I should take a picture of this. Look at how pink and vulnerable your cunt is, just like how I left it. I still can't believe how… untouched it looks, even after I've made you mine so many times.”
Jason can’t reply.
“Pass me the straps,” Dick instructs.
One of Joey’s hands leaves to unzip the suitcase standing on the ground. There’s a bit of rustling as he looks through the content. Jason doesn’t have to wonder for long what those “straps” are. Joey passes a bundle of soft black leather belts over to Dick, who eagerly receives them.
Jason has been restrained enough times to know what they are for.
“—No,” Jason croaks out, “Dick—please, don’t do this to me. At least not here.”
“Don’t act so surprised, Robin,” Dick mocks, cutting through the zip tie binding Jason’s wrists with a pocket knife only to replace the restraint with a piece of leather. He wraps it around his arms. “You brought this on yourself, remember?”
“—No,” Jason chokes.
Behind him, Dick uses the knife to cut through his mud-soaked shirt, starting from the base of his neck where the claiming collar is, slicing downward and making a long separation along the middle of the fabric. The sound of the cotton and polyester ripping is grating in the silence.
“Don’t worry, babe. This is an abandoned warehouse. No one will bear witness when I pack you for to-go,” Dick doesn't stop, doesn't even pause as he makes a quick work of the shirt, cutting round the sleeves in such a manner that allows him to dissect the garment and pull it off of Jason's body in pieces without having to untie him. Jason makes it easy for him, too. The omega knows better than to struggle when the sharp blade of the knife is so close to his skin.
Pieces of the shirt come off with a final rip and the warm, sweet scent of the terrified omega takes over the senses. Dick reaches forward to pull on the strap of Jason's lace bralette a little, enjoying the sound it makes when it snaps back.
Jason yelps when he feels Dick’s hand underneath the thin piece of clothing. His predecessor leans in to place a gentle kiss on Jasons’ shoulder blade when he senses the acridness spike up in the omega's scent.
“Shh, Robin, it's going to be alright. You won’t be needing clothes for a short while. I promise it won't hurt as long as you cooperate like the good little omega you are. Just going to keep you under control until your heat is triggered.”
Despite the gentleness, despite the calming nature of the alpha scent Dick gives off when he peels off the patch behind his own ears, Jason can’t seem to stop his body from tensing up when he feels the alpha’s hand cups around his small and developing titty and gives it a squeeze. It hurts the delicate flesh—already tender from the arousal and the distress. Jason cries out when he feels fingernails pinching his nipples and twist slightly, equal parts playful and malicious.
“Can’t believe Bruce didn’t bring you home with the intention to fuck you, with how much of a slut you are,” Dick says, nibbling on the shell of Jason’s ear, teeth scraping his skin. It makes the hairs on Jason’s neck stand. “When I first got you tied up and undressed in my den, I thought for sure he would’ve taken you already. Imagine my surprise when I found out you were still untouched. Blushing virgin, all soft and ready for me.”
Jason shakes his head no. No. Don’t mention his… his dad when they are doing this to him. He doesn’t want to hear it. If Dick wants to violate him, let him do it without talking. Jason hates when Dick talks this much.
Too bad that Dick can’t shut up when he’s in a mood. The alpha enjoys telling malicious lies and reaping Jason’s responses. He has always loved to gloat while exploring his body—and Dick sure loves to explore Jason’s body.
“Your cunt is dripping for me. So perfect,” Dick says while his other hand runs between the wet lips of Jason’s cunt, rubbing up and down. “Tell me, do you want me to fuck you right now?”
Jason shakes his head, then grunts when he feels Dick’s index and middle fingers enter him.
They slide in like oiled sausages, easily and with no pain. His body takes the intruding objects effortlessly, and it doesn’t protest when the fingers fuck in and out of his passage with lewd squelches.
“So good, so perfect,” Dick breathes in Jason’s ear. “Bet it won’t be hard to insert something much larger in you either, huh? Bet I can make you cum just like this. Bet I can trigger a heat from just stuffing you with my fingers.”
“Stop,” Jason sobs. “You fucking knothead. I’ll never go into heat for you.”
Dick inserts a third finger and pumps them into his hole. He curls his digits towards the front wall of Jason’s vagina, rubbing at a sensitive spot located there. Jason takes in a sharp breath and his body curls up, only stopped by Joey’s hands on his shoulders.
“You were saying? You are acting like a bitch.”
“—No,” Jason argues, grinding his tear-soaked face into the rough surface of the car seat. “No, I’m not—I’m—”
Dick leans back, and he lands a slap over Jason’s ass before popping his fingers out. Then, Jason feels another strap of leather wrapping around his forearms as Dick binds them together.
“No—” Jason wriggles under the bond, his ass jutting out as he tries to escape from the grip Joey has on him. “No, don’t, Dick—”
His pleas are not answered. Dick binds Jason’s arms in a folded position behind his back, wrists tied together, and pulled into the small of his back.
Then he works on his upper arms, wrapping the soft leather around his chest and securing it behind him. Dick pulls on it before he straps them, making sure they are tight enough to give Jason hardly any wriggle room but just loose enough to not cut off his airflow completely.
There is a band of strap just below Jason’s collarbone and over his breasts, another one right below his tits to push them up. It makes them jut out in an obscene way, framed by the white laces of the bralette.
When Dick removes his hands, Jason tries briefly to crawl away despite the weight of Joey’s hands on him. His upper torso is wrapped so tightly that he can make no other motion than curl up and wriggle like a caterpillar. Dick finds it hilarious.
“Now, now, Little Wing,” the bastard laughs, leaning in just to peel the scent patch off completely from behind Jason’s ears. His thumb briefly presses on the swollen gland there, massaging it around a little and taking a long inhale of the scent. “No need to be so eager. You’ll get filled up soon enough. Then you will stay that way until I decide to use you again.”
Jason’s body goes completely still. “Fuck you,” he spits.
“Not yet, Robin.” Dick shuffles back to pull the sneakers off of Jason’s feet and fully peels the jeans off of his legs. “I’ll fuck you when I see fit. You’re going to stay still like a good little cock sleeve. We are going to pack you up and you are going to behave like perfect little luggage. You will keep really quiet in the trunk until I decide to unwrap and use you, understood?”
Jason shudders when Dick straps his lower legs together. The soft leather braces his calves and pulls tight before the legs are tied together with clasps. Dick starts working from just below Jason’s knees and secures a couple of straps there. Then he does the same for Jason’s ankles, strapping them so tightly that when he finishes all Jason can do is wriggle his toes beneath his socks.
With the length of time Jason was held prisoner by his captors, he is no stranger to restraints and discipline… but Jason has never been put under such compact binding before. The more straps Dick puts on him, the more he panics and takes rapid, ragged breaths against the car seat. No, whatever Dick is planning to do, he won’t like it. Jason already doesn’t like this.
“Stop whining like a filthy slut.”
Jason doesn’t even realize he has been whimpering before Dick says this. The alpha is just finishing locking up one last strap of leather above his ankles, binding Jason’s lower legs tightly in place.
“Joey,” Dick speaks over Jason, circling an arm around one of Jason’s thighs to wrench him back when the omega tries to increase their distance by crawling on his knees. “Pass me the plug.”
Jason gasps when he feels the pressure of the hands on his shoulders disappear. He hasn’t realized how much Joey’s hands have been cutting off his air supply. Jason finally lifts his head to allow more air into his lungs as Joey reaches into the suitcase again to look for something.
He tries to kick out his feet, but with how tied-up he is, Dick simply catches them.
Jason swears, trying and failing to get away, Dick’s other hand a bruising presence on his thigh, clamping there so hard that it hurts.
“Stay where you are. I don’t want you to fall out of the car and hit your head on the ground.”
Jason twists his upper torso as much as he can and growls, snapping his teeth at his kidnapper. He doesn’t care. Jason would rather fall and get a concussion than stay here.
Joey stands, holding a tube in one hand and in the other, a pink, inflatable dildo.
A knotted one.
“No need to lube it up,” Dick says with a whistle, “the little slut is soaking already. He is going to take it nicely.”
Jason clenches his teeth. He struggles harder, partly motivated by the anger of the situation and partly by the horror. Dick drops his hand and slaps across Jason’s ass hard, leaving a handprint. Jason grunts.
“Fuck you both!” Jason yells, “You can’t do this to me, you—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“No.” Jason watches the dildo change hands. There is a black tube attached to it with an almond-shaped pump. Dick pumps it a few times, gently squeezing the toy with his fingers to test its rigidity. The thing is already so big, but Jason knows it’ll get bigger when it’s inside of him.
“Like what you’re seeing?” Dick prompts when he catches Jason’s unblinking wide eyes. “You should be familiar with it. It’s modeled after the real thing, after all.”
Jason’s breath stops in his throat when he feels Dick pushing his hips up to the presenting position again, the tip of the toy pressing against his wet entrance, probing a few times.
“Need something to remember me by when you are all packed nice and neat inside the suitcase, after all,” Dick says, more to himself than to anyone else. “Stuffed up by a replica of your alpha’s cock. You’re going to be really calm and quiet when I’m done with you here.”
“No… don’t. Dick, please—”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?”
The words come out the same moment Dick pushes the dildo into Jason, gurgling as it props his slick passage open, sliding all the way in.
Jason’s body tightens when Dick fucks the toy in and out of him. The wet squelches ring with the thick scent of slick. Jason’s hips spasm. He hides his face and whines into the seat.
Dick picks up a brute pace, grabbing the base of the dildo and pushes it so harshly that the motion alone bumps Jason ahead with each movement. He tries for purchase by burrowing his shoulders and face into the seat and digging his knees in, scared that one of Dick’s thrusts might force him out of the door and onto the ground.
Jason gasps when he feels the head of the dildo push up against his womb. The slick surface slides back and forth inside the narrow passage, grinding against the G-spot and making his toes curl.
“Shut him up, Joey,” Dick says, breathing normally even as he fucks the toy into the omega’s cunt. “Stuff your cock in that pretty mouth of his if you want, you have my permission this one time. I’m sick of hearing his whining.”
Jason tenses, and he looks up to gauge Joey’s reaction. And… Oh good, he's shaking his head at Dick… Joey doesn’t move and the look in his eyes is resolute. Joey won't do that to him.
“You’re too kind,” Dick sighs, pulling the dildo out using one long motion, bringing out strings of thick slick. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”
Jason barely has time to breathe when he feels the toy pushing into his cunt one last time, inserting itself as deep as it can go, and pushes right up to his cervix. It stays there, the entire length sitting comfortably inside his body and the knot at the base filling up the opening of the vagina.
Then Jason feels Dick picking up the pump and starts injecting air into the toy.
No. The word fills his head. No, no, no…
“Dick, fuck, stop,” Jason whines despite knowing the consequences. The toy fills up in his passage, pressing harder and harder on his overly sensitive walls. “Please don’t. Please—”
Dick doesn’t even tell him to shut up this time. The knot grows along with the body of the fake cock, pushing against the opening of his cunt, filling it, and propping it open. It does so until Jason can feel the stretch on his walls and the knot locking in place; the tip of the toy stretches with the increase of volume until the head pierces the cervix and into Jason's womb itself. It stays like that, locked by the knot and having no way to dislodge.
Despite the cock reaching all the way to his womb, a fuzz fills Jason’s mind and his words drift away. His chanting of No, no, please, no- gradually ceases, until it is no more than intelligible wet gurgles and groans in his chest. Jason’s body turns lax on the car seat.
Dick leans in and whispers in Jason’s ear, “There, doesn’t that feel better? Now, you’re just going to stay like this in the trunk until the knot triggers your heat. I can’t wait to breed you, Little Wing.”
Jason barely sobs. It takes him back to olden times when omegas were frequently trafficked for sex and for their wombs. An alpha’s knot could calm a thrashing omega. So the unfortunate victims were frequently stuffed with knotted dildos made specifically for this purpose—when they were moved around, transported, bought.
This is not much different. Except, rather than an omega trafficker, it’s Dick; and rather than transported to the slave market, Jason is being taken back to his prison as a commodity to be enjoyed by his alpha captor.
Jason hasn't had a heat at all during his captivity. He knows it’ll only be days away from his next one if average cycle lengths are anything to go by. Jason's first and last heat came not long before Deathstroke's children snatched him away from his mission—a just presented omega fresh out of his nest, taken away to be enjoyed and bred. Dick had taken everything, not just his freedom and his virginity, but whatever hopes he once had. Snatching all the light from his life.
Yet, Jason’s cunt clenches around the knot and his treacherous cock fills up some despite the humiliation. His body produces more slick to accommodate the toy, he feels warm despite being stripped nearly naked in this autumn weather, and something close to arousal burns inside of him.
Jason is vaguely aware when Dick asks Joey to pass him something else. The toy this time makes a kind of clinking noise when its parts bump into each other. Joey slicks whatever it is in lube and hands it to Dick, the alphas’ hands hovering over Jason’s body.
Jason can’t see it clearly when Dick hangs the toy in the air by its string, using his fingers to smooth the lube on it. Then he holds his free hand palm-up towards Joey. Jason sees the blur of the tube hanging above him, hears the burping sound as the liquid leaves the container, and recognizes Dick distributing the gel evenly among his fingers.
Then Jason breathes when the cool liquid appears between his cheeks. Something pokes at the entrance just above his cunt, and Jason desperately squeezes his cheeks tighter to block it out.
No, Jason thinks. Dick rarely touches him there. Not even Dick. He can’t really be thinking—
A slicked index finger pierces through, bypassing the tight rim roughly and drilling into the passage. Jason hisses, and he doesn’t have time to brace himself when a second finger follows. The two digits make scissoring motions to open him up.
“Nh—” Jason slurs, tears flowing out and staining the seat. His body twitches despite the subduing knotting hormone in his system. He can feel Dick’s fingers in him, moving roughly like how one would treat an object. Like how one would prepare a chicken before cooking it; or checking if a merchandise is good before it goes on sale.
“Fuck.” Dick ignores Jason’s distress as he fucks his digits into his hole. “I didn’t know he’d be this tight. I know I haven’t used him down here that often, but…”
His voice trails off as he gets a third finger in. Jason hisses in pain and his hips briefly jump, making a small motion that looks almost like he is trying to get away. It’s no use, however. With the condition Jason is in, he is not going anywhere.
There is a pop when Dick’s fingers pull out of the hole. Then something else presses against the entrance. Something harder and bigger. Something… round.
“No—”
Dick shoves the first bead in. Jason groans. It stretches his hole open like Dick’s fingers never had, and the feeling is raw. The sound ceases by the time it is fully seated within him, the sphere hugged by his ring of muscle, and Jason lets out a long sob-filled whimper.
“That’s just the first one, honey. You have five more to go before I’m done here.”
Dick moves his hand and pushes the second bead in, the large object stretching out Jason’s tight hole and slides in. Then a third, scraping against his rim and then the delicate inner walls. Jason’s body curls up and he sobs again, body burning up with both shame and arousal.
“You are doing great, sweetheart,” Dick pauses. “But that whining has got to stop.”
“Dick, please,” Jason begs, but the call is unanswered. He hears Dick look up briefly and nods towards the other alpha present.
“Gag him.”
Jason’s eyes go wide and his hiccups are trapped in his chest. He doesn’t have to look up to see Joey holding the gag in front of him, the shiny black restraint right in front of his mouth.
It’s a penis gag, one with a knob shaped like the head of a cock, protruding inwards to about two or so inches. Jason immediately clamps his mouth shut; the idea of that thing in his mouth terrifies him.
“Open up, baby,” Dick says from behind him, already pushing the fourth bead in. Somehow, it feels even bigger than the first three, and Jason can feel the strain on his hole when it stretches him open.
“Don’t make this difficult,” Dick’s action doesn’t stop. “I have another one, too. The cock on it can reach all the way into your throat, I doubt it’d be more pleasant than this. Be a darling and let Joey strap this on you.”
Jason freezes with fear. His head swims and he almost hyperventilates. The idea of a gag locking in place, going all the way down his throat, with him completely helpless while wearing it…
Reluctantly, Jason opens up. The tip slides between his teeth effortlessly as Joey gently pushes the gag inside. Despite it being not all that huge, Jason still has an urge to gag. He stops himself just in time for Joey to fix the strap behind his head and fasten it with a small lock.
“Good, Robin,” Dick says, low voice taking on his enticing alpha timbre. “You are such a great omega. Such a good doll.”
Jason sniffs. The gag has stopped any word he might have.
Finally, Dick pushes the last bead in. It slides in with the others, bumping each other in Jason’s passage, pushing deep inside him.
“There. You are all stuffed up. Let’s get you wrapped up now.”
Leather straps now wrap around Jason’s thighs, and he can do nothing when Dick binds his thighs together tightly with three separate straps. Jason is completely helpless, bound, and wriggling like a bug.
“Lay the suitcase open in the trunk, Joey,” Dick instructs.
The alpha presence in front of Jason disappears. Jason hears footsteps as Joey takes the suitcase to the back.
Jason’s head swims when Dick picks him off from the car seat. He holds Jason bridal-style, his arms underneath Jason’s knees and wrapped around his body. Dick must look like he is carrying a roll of carpet as he takes Jason to the back. The grip is tight and filled with possessive intentions. It almost hurts.
The cool fall air hits Jason’s overheated skin, creating goosebumps all over his body. But Jason doesn’t have to worry too much, because he finds himself dropped into a small, confined space. His body almost folds in half to accommodate the limited room. Surrounding him, there are a bunch of warm, familiar-smelling clothes.
Jason can smell Dick around him. All around him. He is inside the suitcase, his legs folded and the top of his head feels the pressure of one of the case’s sides. It’s almost like a small nest. A nest not made of a mix of a pack’s clothing, but Dick’s alone. Dick’s jeans, his sweaters, his underwear, his dress shirt, and even parts of his Renegade uniform—Dick is the only one present. The only one hugging Jason’s naked body from all sides, suffocating him in his alpha’s scent.
Despite his compromised position, Jason feels surprisingly calm. The knot in his cunt sends out the signal for his body to produce more pacifying hormones; the confined space feels tight and warm. Safe.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Dick says from above him, and Jason looks up at him through his tear-filled eyes. “Because it’s all you’ll get for the next four hours or so.”
Jason’s first reaction is to open his mouth to refute, but the gag stops him.
Dick steps away briefly to give Joey the floor, who holds an oxygen tank in his hands.
“Mph—” Jason tries to protest when the alpha reaches down with the nasal tube. He tries to turn away, but the prongs insert into his nostrils regardless.
“Relax, Robin.” Dick helps Joey maneuver the tank into the suitcase, making space so it can situate nicely inside the case. “You’ll be grateful to have this. The air could get tight in here. Don’t want my toy to suffocate.”
Jason tries to shift inside the suitcase, but he’s bound so tight that he can hardly wriggle. Then, a blindfold blocks out his sight and all Jason can see is black.
“There.”
Jason feels fingers on his body, tracing along the first squirming—then shaking—shoulders. The fingers move down, sliding over the straps holding him, sliding onto Jason’s hips, then stop to pull a little at the anal beads, testing them.
“This will hold,” Dick muses, before he proceeds with pushing the knotted dildo farther into Jason’s cunt.
Jason grunts in surprise, tears falling off of his face underneath the blindfold. Then he shudders at the feeling of arousal, the tip of the fake cock grinding against the entrance of his womb.
Dick finally straightens up. Or, that’s only what Jason can assume from the sound and the receding of his scent.
The last words Jason hears before Dick zips the suitcase shut is, “See you in four hours, Little Wing.”
The trunk lid shuts. But it sounds too far away.
Chapter 3: In The Motel
Summary:
“I don’t think I can wait till we get home, Robin,” the cruel bastard whispers in Jason’s ear. “I think I’m going to breed you right here. I think I want to fill your belly with my seed and see you swell up with my future pups.”
Notes:
Sooo I've come back with more dead dove smut.
Enjoy!
Chapter Text
It’s warm here. Almost safe.
The knotting hormones in Jason’s body do more than calm him. They practically send him into a state of euphoria.
Jason can feel his cunt filled up, constantly stretched around the giant dildo forced into him. Once in a while, his walls would contract around the intrusion in rhythmic beats. And he would moan, his tongue swirling against the knob in his mouth as he tried to make a sound come out. His inside is sore from the toy’s large size and the intrusion at the entrance of his womb, yet the pleasure is undeniable. The anal beads bump against each other inside his hole, the slippery surface sliding against his tender walls.
Jason barely smells his own slick anymore. Dick’s scent is overwhelming, like a myriad of colors blinding his senses. It’s an unbearable state that Jason cannot escape, but it almost feels soothing in a way.
Same cannot be said about the toys. The knot makes Jason’s body more sensitive than ever, and he finds himself constantly squirming and moaning in the darkness, in that small, confined space where each bump in the road sends a current of electricity through him. Jason finds his cunt contracting, his body spasming with each intense, torturous orgasm that he seems to reach every time the car stops at a light or makes a sharp turn.
It does not satisfy him. It barely even feels good. Despite being forced into this position, Jason’s traitorous body responds obediently to the stimulation of the knot. He becomes responsive, eager to be bred, his body opening up to become ready for an alpha’s seed like it’s designed to. Every nerve ending is sending restless signals of pleasure to Jason’s brain, even the prongs in his nostrils feel torturously present.
In the darkness, in his semi-conscious state, Jason orgasms again and again. His cunt clutches around the knot and contracts, his hips thrust up in unbearable movements. Then it stops, and the painful stimulation builds up again. Before long, the cycle begins all over.
Jason doesn’t remember when the car has stopped. It must have at some point, because Jason finds himself completely still in the darkness, where there is no movement and no sound. The engine is turned off.
Jason doesn’t really hear the footsteps as his captors approach, but he vaguely hears the cracking open of the trunk, the closed ambience of the storage space giving way to faint cars driving on the highway somewhere far away. Jason whimpers as he feels the suitcase lifted, and he feels airborne until the wheels touch the ground and his body vibrates with the texture of the ground as he is dragged somewhere.
Jason screams through his gag, most of the sound stopped by the dildo in his mouth. His body is already so fragile that the vibration of the wheels rolling on the ground feels unpleasant as hell.
Before long, Jason finds himself coming again. His cunt opens and closes around the toy in an agonizing dance. Jason sobs behind his gag, too weak to even moan at this point. Part of him desperately wants this to be over so he can leave the suitcase—so Dick can finally breed him. But the other part of him doesn’t really want to leave the safety of the nest. Dick’s scent might be overwhelming, but it’s also sort of… nice.
The motion finally stops at some point. Jason feels himself lifted and placed on something with the side of the suitcase flat on a soft surface. A bed, maybe.
There are muffling sounds outside, but Jason can’t make out any words.
There is just a slight pause, a moment of silence before the sudden, stinging noise of zippers cuts through the soundlessness. Jason winces at the assault on his eardrum. The cooler air from outside of his nest feels invasive.
“Dead silence.” Someone whispers outside, sounding too close to be comfortable. “Staying good for me, I see.”
The lid of the suitcase flips open, and Jason picks out a quickening of breath outside.
Long, slim fingers ghost above Jason’s hip, tracing along the lines of his torso, making small, uncomfortable circles at his sides and sliding over the length of his arm.
“My God.” The hand stops to rub on Jason’s hip. A thumb circling on his buttock. “He is in heat. No doubt about that.”
The digits are ticklish, cool against the heated skin. Jason whines and squirms in his bond. Most of the sound is muffled by his gag and all the surrounding clothing.
“Now, now,” the voice says, “hush, doll. No need to get too excited. You will be put to good use, I promise.”
The tone is dark, and Jason can barely understand syllables of what is being said. But it’s also calming, and the scent the speaker gives off is much too reminiscent of the scent all around him. It calms him.
Jason shudders when a couple of strong limbs find their way beneath his knees and torso, closing in and picking him up from the nest. He whimpers in protest, his body is too sensitive to the touch, and he is too unwilling to leave the safety he’s known for the past few hours.
“Shh,” the voice says. “It’s okay.”
Jason doesn’t know if he can trust the voice. But the scent is so calming that he finds himself doing so anyway.
The alpha doesn’t take him out of the suitcase completely, only maneuvering him so he is on his knees, his torso arched forward and supported by the alpha’s hands.
The scent of another alpha closes in, a slightly less familiar one. Jason panics as the newcomer touches the band of leather locking the gag in place and inserts a key into the little lock. He whimpers when the thing cracks open; the dildo pulls out of his mouth.
Jason gasps. Taking a sharp, lustful inhale of air, he chokes and coughs a little, just as Dick reaches up to pull the prongs out of his nostrils to throw it aside.
“How does it feel, baby?” Hands cup Jason’s face and steady his head, lifting his chin to face his captor. Jason can’t see anything through the blindfold, but he knows exactly where the alpha is from the scent alone.
“Nghh—”
Jason whines, opening his chapped lips to say something, but all he manages are small and pathetic sounds.
A turning of the head. “Joey.” The right hand leaves to reach out for something. “Water, please.”
A bottle is passed over and uncapped before Jason feels the spiral of the mouth pressed against his bottom lip.
“Drink up, doll,” Dick says. “Get yourself re-hydrated. You’ll need the moisture.”
Shakily, Jason opens up. The refreshing liquid feels soothing on his tongue, and he moans at the sensation of water flowing down his dry esophagus.
The water gurgles down until the bottle bottoms out. The plastic crackles in Dick’s hand, landing on the carpet with a soft bounce.
“Where am—”
Slade’s base doesn’t have carpeted floors. They must be stopping somewhere for the night. Maybe a motel.
Hand freed, Dick cups Jason’s face and leans over. Jason feels a cool breath against his cheek, intoxicating scent lined with both enticement and arousal.
“I don’t think I can wait till we get home, Robin,” the cruel bastard whispers in Jason’s ear. “I think I’m going to breed you right here. I think I want to fill your belly with my seed and see you swell up with my future pups.”
“—No.”
The word is small, choked, and vulnerable. But there is no escape when Jason’s predecessor turns his head to kiss him, tongue running along his lips before entering, prying his jaw open to force himself into him.
Dick holds Jason in place when the omega tries to pull away. The forced kiss lasts for a dozen seconds before he finally lets go, chuckling.
Dick stands, and suddenly Jason finds himself pushed face-first into the soft bed of Dick’s clothes, the back of his head held firmly in-place by one of Dick’s hands, smothering him in the alpha’s scent. With the other, Dick unbuckles the straps holding Jason’s legs together.
“I will get your legs loose,” the alpha explains. “But the rest stays.”
Jason forces out a whimper as Dick unstraps his leg, throwing the leather bands aside one by one.
After he finishes, Dick pulls on the base of the inflated dildo. The air in it has escaped somewhat, and the knot isn’t as huge as it had once been when it’d first locked in place. It takes some maneuvering, but with a few patient tugs and twists, the thing pops loose and slides out with ease.
“Will you take this, please?”
The other scent again. Jason now recognizes it as Joey when the other alpha walks close to take the slick-soaked toy from Dick’s hand. He stands on the side of the bed, maybe inches aways from Jason’s head.
“Now,” Dick says as he helps Jason up just a little, helping him out of the suitcase to kneel on the soft bed. Dick’s fingers insert into Jason’s hair and make him lift his head. He takes a sharp inhale when he feels the wet, slippery tip of the dildo pressed to his lips.
“Open up for Joey, honey,” Dick leans down to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Be a good omega.”
Jason shakes his head, whining through his nose.
“Now, don’t make me ask you again.” Teeth scrape against the shell of Jason’s ear. He shudders, a sob forcing its way out of his throat. “I’ve talked with Joey in the car, you know. I know Joey wants you, but he refuses to cross the line. He refuses to touch what is mine.”
The hand in Jason’s hair tightens, forcing his head up again to face the dildo in his face, soaked in his own slick.
“I was going to let Joey use you as a reward for helping me catch you. But since he refused, it’ll have to be just this.” Dick stops nibbling on Jason’s ear and leans his head to snuggle close to him, chin on his shoulder and an arm wrapping around the omega’s waist. Dick’s long hair feels smooth on bare skin. “Open up for Joey, baby, make your alpha proud.”
The tip of the toy probs at Jason’s lips, forcing his mouth open slowly, slipping between his teeth.
Jason chokes when it keeps going, pressing down his tongue as it reaches deeper and deeper.
“Don’t go too quickly, Joe,” Dick says, letting Joey secure his grip on Jason’s hair before finally straightening. A pillow is pushed underneath Jason’s chest to keep him supported, then another. Two pillows stack on top of each other, keeping Jason’s bound upper body raised on a higher level. Dick works on his own fly. “I haven’t trained him well enough in that area. He might choke.”
Jason’s breath hikes up when he feels the head of something bigger at his entrance. A finger pulls a little on the string of anal beads. Lips come up to kiss Jason on the back of the neck, the tender touch on the sensitive area making him shudder.
Joey picks up speed, pulling on Jason’s hair as he fucks the toy in and out of Jason’s mouth, forcing down his cries of pain. The taste of slick fills his mouth, and the thick, viscous liquid makes lewd, squelching noises with each stroke.
The fingers at the back clamp around an anal bead as Dick pulls. Jason yelps through the dildo, feeling the bead running past his rim, the slippery surface sliding through, and the sphere popping out. Then another one, and another. Jason’s toes curl and his breath shallows. When Dick finally finishes, Jason is nothing but a boneless mush. His body collapses on top of the stack of pillows.
Then there is the pressure at his cunt again. Huge and thick, the head finds its way between the lips, locates the entrance inside the slit, and pushes in using Jason’s natural slick as lubricant. His cunt stretches for it easily.
Hands lock on Jason’s hip, and Dick breathes out a deep, lustful moan.
“Such a good, tight, hole,” the alpha says, euphoric, “what a beautiful doll you are. What a good little slut. Can’t wait to have you packed up all for me and no one else. Want to have you as a trophy. A nicely wrapped gift for myself.”
Dick’s cock slides in, filling Jason up in one swift motion. He pulls out and pushes in again. Hips making fast, determined motions while producing lewd squelches, he sets his pace, knocking out Jason’s breath each time.
Dick leans over, pressing a wet kiss between Jason’s shoulder blades.
“Beautiful, obedient omega.” Lips smacking on hot, sweaty skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensation behind. “What an asset you are. What a gorgeous decoration. A perfect doll to look at and to fuck.”
The dildo in Jason’s mouth now goes deep enough that he can feel the head ghosting over the back of his throat and the stretch of the fake knot between his lips. He desperately wants to gag but forces himself to take it. Dick’s movement punches Jason forward, creaking the bed, disturbing the pillows, and further forcing his sweet mouth to take more of that terrifying toy.
Jason’s cunt stretches around Dick’s cock, his walls contracting as he gasps out loud. He feels sore. But the alpha’s dick keeps its advances until Jason is a whining mess and orgasming around the alpha’s knot.
The knot locks, and Dick comes, releasing his seed into Jason. But he doesn’t stop. Dick is almost as hard as he has been before.
Jason is sobbing now, crying around the toy between his lips as Dick picks up speed again.
“Not gonna stop, baby.” Dick nibbles on the curvature of Jason’s shoulder, teeth scraping against his swollen, painful scent gland in a mockery of a mating bite. Jason holds his breath, but the true bite never comes. “Will take you as many times as I can. God, I am definitely going into rut because of you. What a slut you are, with your heat pheromones and those sweet little sounds that come out of your mouth…”
Dick bites Jason’s shoulder, away from the site for mating and hard enough to draw blood. Jason mutters out a choked grunt as Dick finishes with a few licks on the wound.
“Don’t want to mate you here, though. Not in this dirty little motel room,” the alpha says, “I’m not that cruel. Will bring you home with me and tuck you in a nice nest. I will make you ride my cock until that’s all you know, that’s all you will beg for. Then, and until then, will I truly mate you.”
Jason makes a surprised noise when Dick’s fingers poke at his neglected hole and enter it, index and middle digits thrusting into the passage as his hips push forward into Jason’s cunt. Dick fingers him, playing with Jason’s hole as he keeps up the brute pace. He explores Jason’s passage and looks for the prostate. Dick finds it, and the gentle touch of the tips of his fingers makes Jason shudder.
Jason sobs again when the alpha’s glans feathers across his womb. A few more thrusts, and the pressure becomes impossible to ignore.
Jason twists his body, trying to escape Dick’s fingers. The alpha toys with the hole, teasing his rim and massaging his prostate, pushing Jason over the edge until his cunt spasms around Dick’s cock with the nth orgasm he has had that night.
Dick throws his head back and grunts, arousal filling his tone.
“Beautiful, gorgeous pet.” A thrust, cutting off Jason’s sob and making him choke on the fake cock in his mouth. “You’ve got such a wonderful hole for me. I just can’t wait to lock you up forever, making you mine and mine alone.”
Dick’s knot forms as he keeps up with the pace. The last few thrusts are rapid. He holds Jason tight and grunts with the effort, cock plunging into Jason’s cunt repeatedly until Jason’s body twitches with the overstimulation. The knot locks in place for the second time, and Dick’s orgasm hits in waves. The pleasure is clear in the alpha’s voice as he holds Jason’s hips tight, the head of his cock breaks into Jason’s womb this time to release its seed.
Joey’s motion stops, too, the toy skewering Jason on it as he waits out Dick’s release. The alpha’s hands finally leave, leaving Jason choking on the fake cock.
“Leave the toy in,” Dick orders, “we are not done yet.”
He drapes himself over Jason’s body, arm holding him possessively as he breathes into his ear. Tears fall from Jason’s face, wetting the pillow before dropping onto the carpet. Dick’s hand comes up and wipes them away.
He then shifts and kisses Jason on his cheek, tongue darting out to lick the saltiness off of his skin.
“Don’t cry, baby,” Dick says, taking a long sniff of Jason’s heat scent through his gland, “the toy helps your body adjust. We need to make sure you are ready for breeding. It sends your body the signals for you to conceive.”
There is another kiss on Jason’s shoulder. Dick continues.
“I’m only doing this because I care, you know. I won’t do this to you if I don’t think it’s useless. Just bear it a little longer, Robin.”
Ahead, Joey has taken a seat down on an armchair at the wall. He unzips himself and takes his erection out. The flushing length is rock hard as he takes it in his hand and strokes it. The sight alone makes Jason sob.
Joey breaths rather than grunts. Taking the lube in his hand, he squeezes some in his palm and spreads it on his cock. He strokes himself, thrusting up into his own hand as his cock glistens under the cheap lighting of the motel room. His eyes are locked on the sight before him, liquid emerald overrun by in-concealable lust.
“Joey told me he liked to watch,” Dick breathes, eyes locked on Joey’s as the corners of his lips curl up. “Let’s put on a show for him, shall we?”
Jason shuts his eyes and tries to ignore the gurgles and slips, ignoring Joey’s breathing in the quiet of the place. For the next seven or eight minutes, Jason listens to the other alpha masturbate to the sight in front of him. His body is limp from the knotting hormones, too weak to try to spit out the dildo in his mouth.
The knot hasn’t come down when Dick thrusts into Jason again.
“We are going to do this as many times as it takes, kitten,” Dick whispers as he picks up full pace. “I will go again after this. And another one. I will do it until your belly is bloated with my cum. And when I am spent, I will stuff your cunt again with the toy. It will trap my release in your womb until I decide to use you again.”
Jason shuts his eyes and whimpers. Dick’s hand pets his hair lovingly, the scent of his starting heat is strong.
“After we are finished with the night, I will stuff you up again,” Dick continues. “I will strap you up like before, and you will sleep between us until it’s morning and back to the suitcase for you.”
Jason cries out when he feels the pressure at the entrance of his womb again. Before him, Joey moans as he finishes, his cum shooting out in several spurts, thick and white.
Then Dick’s knot locks again.
Jason throws his head down and cries, choking around the fake cock in his throat. He knows this won’t be over, not for a long while.
It’ll be a long time until the night can be over for him.
And it goes on until it’s well past midnight, when even the sounds of the passing cars on the highway have quieted. Jason’s cunt feels numb, and he can feel the wet cum still dripping out and leaking to his inner thighs when Dick pushes a new plug into him.
Jason’s belly has visibly risen as if he is already carrying pups, the stretch too hard to bear for an omega with such a young and inexperienced womb. Dick has to resort to using a different knotted plug that’s much smaller. And even then, it forces quite a bit of cum out when he plunges it into Jason’s moist and loosened hole.
Jason has lost count of how many times his alpha has taken him. Jason felt it when his belly swelled up, stretching his womb and making him sore. His cunt itself has almost lost its feeling after Dick knotted it so many times that when it finally takes the fake knot, it barely even feels like much.
Then, Dick straps Jason’s legs together again with Joey’s help, and all three of them lay down on the bed for the rest of the night.
Jason lies between Dick and Joey, just as Dick has promised.
Dick sleeps behind Jason. He has his arms underneath Jason’s waist and over his shoulder, holding him as Joey sleeps on the other side. They trap Jason between them as the three lie like a pack in a nest.
A mockery of a pack, more like.
Joey is the first to wake in the morning. When Jason opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the alpha’s green eyes staring back at him. Those beautiful, ethereal forest eyes that Jason used to love so much before the alpha betrayed him.
Then Joey has the audacity to smile at him.
Indignation flairs in Jason’s stomach, and he forces down his tears.
Jason manages to squeeze out after a few beats, “Why?”
The word is nothing more than a whisper, a plea for explanation.
Before him, Joey raises his hands—slowly and carefully as to not wake Dick—and signs.
It’s better this way.
Tears well up in Jason’s eyes, as does the feel of unfairness in his chest. Jason wants to shrink further into a fetal position, but his body is so sore from both the mating and the prolonged restraint that he can barely move.
“I trusted you, Joey,” Jason croaks, sniffing as a teardrop flows from his inner corner and past the bridge of his nose. “I thought you—we—”
Jason chokes when Dick’s arms tighten around him. He freezes up, but seconds later it becomes clear that Dick has only been moving in his sleep.
This way, we can finally be together, Joey continues. This way I won’t have to lose you, and Dick can have what he wants. We can finally be a complete pack.
Jason’s lip quivers. It doesn’t matter what he wants, not at all. Does it?
Dick wants a pack (a family to love), and it just so happens that Jason is a young and unmated omega that fits the bill. Just an omega unlucky enough to catch his eyes.
Silence falls when Jason tries to hold back his tears, his body squirming uncomfortably every few seconds, sore all over. His filled belly hurts so much, and the muscles in his limbs throb under the abuse of the straps.
Joey gets up from the bed a few minutes later and gets into the shower. A few minutes after that, Dick wakes as well.
“Morning, little bird,” the alpha says from behind him, chilling Jason to the bone.
Dick sits up just as the sound of running water stops in the bathroom. Jason watches as Dick pulls on his shirt, pulling out his shoulder-length hair from underneath his clothing.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before we leave, shall we?” Looking back, Dick says, winking his eye at Jason just as the bathroom door opens.
+++
It hurts so much. It’s agonizing when Dick unties all the restraints and helps Jason up, his knees are shaking so badly that he’ll probably fall into a heap on the floor if Dick isn’t here to support him.
“Come on,” the alpha urges, “you can do it.”
“Ngh—” Jason sobs, holding onto Dick with one arm and wraps the other one around his swollen belly. “Dick, please—it hurts. It hurts so much.”
“Leave it,” Dick says.
Joey walks up and circles his arm around Jason’s waist, helping him as he walks him into the bathroom.
There is no strength left in Jason’s legs. He feels like a vegetable, his muscles are like play-doh and his bones are jelly; his body shakes all over.
The two alphas take Jason into the room and maneuver him into the bathtub, the knot between his legs making it impossible to move on his own. It presses on his inner walls and the lips of his cunt, every step he takes feels like torture.
“On your hands and knees,” Dick instructs when he helps Jason step into the tub. The porcelain is still wet and warm, his toes curling up in an attempt to find purchase on the slippery surface.
Jason does what he’s told, getting down into a crawling position inside the tub, palms and knees pressing against the porcelain. Behind him, Dick rolls up his pant legs and steps in after him.
“Dick… Alpha, please,” Jason begs again when they are both inside, hoping he can awaken some sort of sympathy. “Please take it out, I—it hurts. It hurts so bad.”
Jason whines when fingers find their way into his hair, stroking his scalp in gentle and soothing movements. Dick shushes him.
“Bear it a little longer, Little Wing. I will have to make sure your womb takes it all. Will give you a break when we reach home. Promise.”
Jason jumps when a slap lands on his ass. The hand then strokes the reddened skin, kneading the plump flesh a little before Dick reaches over to pick the handheld showerhead off of the mount.
Jason flinches when the water sprinkles down. It’s neither too hot nor too cold, the temperature feeling just right. He almost moans at how soothing the warm shower is after the abuse he has gone through.
“There,” Dick says, “doesn’t that feel good?”
Ahead of them, Joey uncaps the small bottle of shower gel and squeezes some on Dick’s hand when he offers. The cool liquid touches Jason’s skin, spreading across his naked form under the sprinkle of water, lathering as Dick spreads it with his hand.
“Your skin is hot,” Dick says as he works on washing Jason’s body, focusing on cleaning off the dried cum from his thighs and the outer mounds of his cunt. “You are deeper in heat than yesterday. This is good. We’ll have to make good use of this period when we get home. All the more reasons to get on the road as soon as we can.”
Jason jumps when Dick reaches down to wash the area around his crotch, fingers brush over his small cock and make him shudder.
A thick gel is squeezed onto Jason’s hair, and Joey’s fingers massage his scalp to work up a lather. They work efficiently and gently, the motion so soothing that it makes Jason moan.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you,” Dick says as he washes the foam off of Jason’s body, running his hand all over the skin to clean the feeling of soapiness away. Then, he passes the showerhead to Joey, who does the same thing with Jason’s hair.
Jason stays put like a doll when the two alphas do whatever they want with him. When they are done, Jason is squeaky clean, the scent of the cheap body wash and shampoo replacing the scent of his heat. Dick turns down the shower and helps Jason out, right into the soft towel Joey holds out before him.
Jason whines as the two alphas towel him clean. Even the fresh towel smells somewhat like Dick. It must be one they brought with them instead of what the motel provides, taking on the alpha’s scent when it was packed with the rest of his clothes.
Dick makes Jason stand in front of the mirror as he dries his hair. The fog on the shiny surface fades and reveals Jason’s shuddering form. Naked and flushed, his belly swelling as if he is already with pups and his eyes are puffy, the marks that the restraints had left on him still visible. Jason’s breasts are soft, his pink nipples tender from his induced heat, body glowing and exuding the intoxicating scent of a perfectly healthy and fertile omega ready for breeding. He must appear irresistible to any alpha of reproductive age.
Even Joey can’t help it when he walks up to cuddle Jason in his arms. He kisses his shoulder blade, gentle and feathery, and mouths at his shoulder before his lips travel downwards onto Jason’s arm. Taking Jason’s hand, Joey pecks all the way down until he suckles the omega’s fingertips gently between his lips, nipping with his teeth. Jason stands perfectly still, if not trembling a little. His bottom lip quivers as he shuts his eyes and sobs.
“The neck is mine, Joey,” Dick warns when the other alpha kisses Jason’s shoulder again, mouth hanging dangerously close to the mating site. Dick finishes with the blow dryer and sets it aside, wrapping an arm around Jason’s shoulder to pull him over sneakily, breaking off Joey’s show of affection.
Dick turns Jason’s chin and kisses him on the mouth, hand finding its way between his legs to toy with his outer lips again. His fingers circling almost playfully around the painful plug in his cunt. Jason squeezes his thighs on instinct, only prompting Dick to chuckle through the kiss.
“Now,” the alpha says as he breaks off. “There’s no time to waste. Let’s get you ready and packed up for the trip, shall we?”
Jason feels cold all over, small, and completely vulnerable within this nightmare he has somehow found himself in.
As Dick walks Jason towards the suitcase again, he breaks down in the alpha’s arms and sobs.
Chapter 4: The Mating Bite
Summary:
Dick arrives back home with his little packaged omega-in-suitcase, and it's finally time.
It's time for Dick to claim him.
Notes:
New kinks for this chapter:
Omorashi
Photography
Forced Exhibitionism
LactationThis is originally the last chapter. But, as I thought it over the past few months, more ideas popped up.
I have 2 more chapters planned with pregnant Jason and their pup, bringing the total chapter count to 6.
Hope you enjoy this sin!!
Chapter Text
Birds are singing when Joey drives the car out of the trees, into the clearing.
He pulls onto the driveway of Defiance’s secret base, stopping underneath a tree. Its thick foliage shields the vehicle from the bright afternoon sun.
The weather is cool, but not necessarily unpleasant. The foliage is thick despite the fast-approaching autumn. Its shade leaves dotted spots of light that waver over the lawn and on the hood of the car.
Dick steps out from the front passenger seat.
Joey shuts the ignition and follows, car key in one hand and a grande latte in the other. He closes the door, making his way to the back of the car.
The trunk opens a slit. Dick steps beside Joey, lifting the lid to take a look.
A brownish-red suitcase sits inside. Other than the slight bulkiness, it seems nothing is out of the ordinary. Bystanders would have assumed the two alphas were a couple of travelers going home with their belongings.
And in a way, that’s not wrong.
They have stopped once on the road to get some Starbucks and use the restroom. That was three hours ago, and Joey’s cup is still half full.
Dick reaches in first, pulling the side handle to bring the suitcase out of the trunk. Joey comes in second, helping Dick by supporting the underside of the luggage, setting it softly onto the grass.
“Thanks, Joey,” Dick says. “Are you still certain about what you told me before?”
Joey signs a Yes.
Pulling out the trolly handle, Dick rolls the suitcase into the house. The ground is bumpy, but he hopes his successor won’t mind too much. Jason will be in another nice nest soon enough.
Joey signs an apology, excuses himself once they are inside the doorway, and leaves with a promise to come back.
After acknowledging his friend’s absence, Dick lifts the suitcase and carries it into the basement.
The room is still there, initially set up to be a special prison cell for his precious omega successor. It is small and cozy, its door heavy and adorning a high-security lock. The pried shackles are still sitting on the bed, their attached chains snake between the railings of the headboard and are firmly nailed to the wall.
Dick turns up the light, washing the scene in a bright warm color before rolling the suitcase inside, setting it flat on the floor.
“Wakey-wakey, little sleeping beauty,” he sings.
Dick hums a tune as he squats down, head slightly tilted, arms resting leisurely over his knees. He stares at the suitcase and marvels at it, noting how unassuming it is. Dick presses a finger to the top of the case, right where it bulges the most. He pokes it lightly before moving downward, running the finger along the top. Dick hears some faint, muffled moans coming from the case and sees it squirming.
“Wonder how you’re doing in there. You must be desperate for a bathroom break, and your heat should be starting—the perfect moment, like a ripe fruit. Ready to be harvested.”
Dick takes a few more moments to feel the case, taking in its texture and imagining the mouth-watering scene inside the casing. Then, with a finger and a thumb, Dick pinches the tab of the zipper and slides it open.
A wave of sweet omega scent greets Dick. Mature, fertile. The scent he’s been waiting for.
Jason is in full heat, just like Dick has hoped.
As Dick flips the casing open, Jason doesn’t whimper. But—oh, God—does he look wonderful, lying there.
The omega lies on his side—bound, gagged, and blindfolded—in a fetal position as if he is protecting his cum-filled belly. The oxygen tank sits beside him, the inflatable knotting dildo stuffed inside as do the anal beads, leaving a few spheres hanging out from his hole.
Dick sees spans of smooth flesh, shiny with a layer of sweat and pink with the blooming heat.
Jason’s skin is tender, his breasts soft, his buttocks plump. His belly is round from the seed Dick gave him earlier, making him look like he is already carrying. His rosy nipples perk up, as if in a constant state of arousal. Black hair flares out on top of the layers of Dick’s clothes as Jason’s head rests inside that small nest, the dark color of the blindfold and gag decorating his head. The nasal prongs are still probed into his nostrils.
Dick runs his hand over that beautiful, provocative skin and feels the slip of the sweat. He takes a breath and smells the sweet scent of honey and cider, feeling his hardness building up from an early rut.
Dick’s hand makes it to Jason’s bound thighs, pauses, then slides lower. He touches the base and the pump of the knotting dildo, firmly stuffed inside the omega’s pussy, and a couple of anal beads hanging out of his hole behind it. The smell of slick is strong. The heat must be what’s causing the omega to produce so much, and Dick can see the thick clear liquid dripping from Jason’s cunt, wetting the clothes inside the suitcase and pooling all around him.
“Look at the mess you’ve made, Little Wing,” Dick whispers. “Look at how much you are leaking. So hungry for a knot. Such a slut, waiting for your alpha to claim you.”
Jason moans once when Dick’s hand makes its way back to his risen stomach. Dick’s eyes grow wide as he imagines his cum filling the omega’s belly, constantly feeding Jason the seed he needs to conceive a pup. Dick smiles, thinking about Jason growing fat with his babies, his finger running up and down the stomach, putting a little pressure over the flesh to feel the cum inside the womb sloshing around.
Jason whines this time. It legit sounds distressed, and Dick pulls his hand back faster than he can think. His rut makes him sensitive to his omega’s distress, and Dick doesn’t like how miserable Jason sounds.
“Sorry, pup.” Hands moving up, Dick pulls the prongs out of his nose. He then works at the gag, undoing the lock before releasing the straps, pulling the dildo out of Jason’s mouth.
The dildo is completely drenched in saliva, dripping in long strings as Dick pulls it out and places it at the side. Jason takes one sharp inhale, opening his mouth to say something, but any word he was about to say collapses into a damp sob.
“What’s going on, cupcake? What is it?”
Dick pets Jason’s hair lovingly, voice lowering to a soothing whisper.
“Please—”
Jason is crying. Dick can feel him trembling underneath his fingertips, his body temperature high, his hair damp from the sweat.
“I—I need to—”
“Hush, Little Wing.” Dick stops him before he can explain. “A good doll doesn’t complain. Now, you need to go, don’t you? Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you.”
Dick reaches inside, sliding both arms underneath his mate. With one limb holding his shoulders and one underneath his knees, Dick hauls Jason up, picking him out of the suitcase before placing him gently on the wooden floor.
The floor would be too cold, normally, but with the omega’s body hot like a burning hearth, the temperature is just right. Dick works fast, unstrapping Jason’s thighs and ankles before doing the same to his arms. Dick turns Jason so he is lying on his back before he ties his wrists in front of him with the straps. Jason doesn’t resist, he sobs and trembles as Dick firmly restrains him.
Then, Dick grabs Jason’s knees and pulls his legs apart.
Jason groans. The wide angle hurts him, but he doesn’t protest.
The posture is nearly a split. It’s almost an impossible angle, achieved from Jason’s training, being mated to while forced into extreme positions.
This is natural for a Robin, Dick had said, and you need to be more flexible to make daddy proud, Little Wing. It was so hard on him, but Dick is proud of what Jason has accomplished.
Jason had cried from the pain during their training, but Dick hadn’t stopped. He used to stretch him out further when Jason begged for him to stop.
Dick runs his hands over the inner parts of Jason’s thighs, feeling the firmness of the tendons, marveling at the work they have achieved together.
“Look how flexible you are, baby doll,” Dick says. “Just like a Robin. Just like a perfect omega.”
Jason answers him with a pitiful moan. It sounds wet like Jason is crying, and he bites his lip harshly while tears fall beneath his blindfold.
Dick grabs the base of the knotting dildo and twists, loosening the knot. The cunt surrounding it twitches in an attempt to keep it in. What a slutty omega, wanting to keep the knot inside even when his alpha is trying to help him. The dildo slips out easily with all that slick and cum. Immediately, a stream of white flows out of his slutty cunt and drips onto the floor.
“Look how you are leaking my seed, Jason.”
Jason turns his face to the side and raises his bound hands to cover it. Rosiness spreads to his collarbone and chest.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“P-please,” Jason says. “I-I need to—”
“It’s okay.” Dick smiles, even though Jason can’t see him. “You need to go, right?”
“Not here—”
“Where else are dolls supposed to go?” Dick marvels at the way Jason’s body burns from the heat. His words gurgle in his throat, the knob of his throat bobbing up and down.
Dick shuffles so he is crouching at Jason’s side. He then places his hand on top of Jason’s swollen belly.
Jason makes a painful yelp and his body spasms. He twitches beneath Dick, reaching up with his bound hands to clutch feebly at the alpha’s wrist.
“Don’t be scared, pup,” Dick says as he gently squeezes his palm over that swollen belly. Not hard enough to hurt, just some pressure to force the liquid out. “You can’t hold it in anymore, can you? Just release on the floor. Let it go.”
Jason moans. The rosy opening of his cunt opens and closes as the muscles there try to keep the rest of Dick’s release inside. But it doesn’t help much when Dick keeps pressing on his swollen abdomen. Eventually, more thick liquid breaks through, pooling between his legs.
A clear, thinner liquid follows. Jason’s cocklet is half-hard, straining in his attempt to keep in the piss. But it’s no use. He’s been denied bathroom breaks for hours now.
Jason is forced to wet himself on the floor. Drops turn into a stream, pouring from his cockhead and turning into a puddle on the ground.
Dick smiles, almost prideful.
“Now, look what you’ve done, Jason.” There’s an edge mixed with the pity in Dick’s tone. “Did Bruce never potty-train you? Look at the mess you’ve made.”
Jason sobs. He bites his lip and tries to hold in the tears, but there is nothing he can do when he empties his bladder on the floor.
“That’s right, pup. Feel the way it pools all around you. It’s good to lose the battle, huh?”
Dick pushes his palm down on Jason’s abdomen gently until he can’t feel it bulging anymore. Jason curls himself into a ball as soon as the hand leaves. He sobs into himself.
Dick clicks his tongue, arms snaking beneath Jason’s knees and torso to pick him off of the ground, away from the puddle of his filth.
“There, there. No need to cry. Your alpha is here to protect you.”
Jason’s head is addled by his heat. He doesn’t resist, burying his head in the crook of Dick’s neck as the alpha carries him to bed.
Pushing the sheets aside, Dick makes a nest. He places Jason on the scrunched-up sheet and creates a circle around him. Then, he begins unpacking the clothing in the suitcase—his clothing, rich with his scent and now Jason’s—to make the nest.
Alphas aren’t the best in nesting, and Joey is a lot better at it than Dick is. But this nest will have to do for now.
Joey comes back moments later. He’s brought with him an armful of clothing. Clothes from the entire pack—Rose’s shirt, Tara’s sports bra, Slade’s wristband, and Joey’s own sleep pants. There’s a video camera hanging from his neck, too.
“Please shut the door, Joe.”
Dick doesn’t have to tell his friend twice. Joey is already on it, having dropped the nesting items onto the bed. He shuts the door tightly and turns up the security lock, shutting all three of them inside to spend the duration of Jason’s heat together.
There is a mini-fridge at the corner of the room, filled with a week’s worth of rations—canned foods, loaves of bread, fruits, and slices of ham and cheese. There are also three boxes of bottled water. More than enough to last them through the heat cycle.
Dick handles the clothes, placing them here and there, making sure to spread the pack’s scent throughout the nest. Has to make sure the omega gets used to smelling his new pack, after all.
When Jason makes a show of trying to squirm away, Dick manhandles him, tugging on his ankle to pull him deeper into the nest. Joey helps, picking Jason off by his torso and folding up his body so he fits inside.
“Joey, please,” Jason sniffles as he says, “I don’t—I don’t want to—”
Instead of answering, Joey leans in and nibbles on Jason’s ear. Dick has to pull them apart when Joey’s teeth get a little too close to the mating site.
As soon as Dick crawls into the nest—Jason’s legs bracketing Dick’s hips and Dick’s hands firmly holding Jason’s flushing, sweat-soaked buttocks—Joey raises the camera and snaps a photo.
Jason squirms, but his heat is making him compliant. Dick’s arms are like steel that will not budge.
“Don’t, please—”
Jason’s voice is shaky.
Dick kisses his neck lovingly, tongue running over the swollen scent gland, the place where he will make his mark.
“Don’t worry, pup. Soon enough, all there will be for you is enjoyment. You will love this.”
“But I don’t…”
Dick kisses Jason’s collarbone, nibbling it as he sucks little bruises into it.
“You are mine, baby doll. You are ours. You belong to us. And soon enough, you’ll see it our way.”
Jason’s shoulders shake. He is miserable, but his body is responding to Dick’s hand, his nipple hardening as Dick rolls it beneath the pads of his fingers. The inner lips of his cunt twitch as Dick gently teases them with a thumb between the folds.
“This is your first heat after your presentation, isn’t it?” Dick says to Jason’s ear, “An omega’s first heat is always the most precious. I will claim you. You will belong to me, Robin, fully and utterly, and I will take very good care of you and our pups.”
Snap. Another photo.
Jason whines. His face is still wet, tears streaming down beneath his blindfold. But his body is relaxing, and he is truly giving in to his biology.
“That’s it. That’s a good omega.”
Dick runs his fingers between Jason’s folds until he is spreading him with his index and middle fingers. Briefly, Dick lets go of Jason’s nipple to unbutton his own pants. The omega’s body is so hot that Dick can go naked against him and use him like a hearth, and that’s exactly what he does. Dick takes off his shirt, slipping off his pants and briefs before stroking his hard cock, moaning as he smears some of Jason’s slick over it.
“That’s it, baby. My beautiful cock sleeve. You are here to please your alpha, aren’t you? Dirty, sweet little whore. Our pack omega.”
Another snap of the camera. Joey has the camera up in front of his face, seemingly unaffected by the omega’s scent.
Dick finds the hoop at the end of the anal beads and tugs on it. He takes satisfaction in the way Jason’s breathing quickens. The first one drags past the rim with a pop. Jason whines.
“You like this, don’t you, princess? You love your holes stuffed and played with. Love to be used like a sex doll.”
Dick kisses away Jason’s tears, holding him possessively and giving off his own musky scent. More beads pop out. Two, three. Dick counts to the fifth one before he finishes, throwing the toy aside.
Jason’s breathing slows, but he is still sobbing, covering his red face with his bound arms.
“Dick—I—”
“Yes? What is it, baby?”
Dick kisses Jason’s wet hair again. He rubs the scent gland behind his wrist to mark the omega, mixing their smells.
“I—please—”
“‘Please’, what? You have to speak up, honey. I don’t understand you.”
Jason lowers his bound hands and tries to rub at his cunt and his cocklet. Dick slaps them away with a warning growl, making Jason cower and whine in an attempt to appease an angry alpha.
“Don’t do that,” Dick says. “Either I give it to you, or you don’t get it at all.”
Jason sniffles and bites the knuckles of his own fingers.
“What do you want, baby?” Dick says, “Ask for it. Or you don’t get it.”
“Please, Dick… Give it to me…”
“Give you what, sweetie?”
Jason sobs through the knuckles.
“Please, take me, Dick—alpha.”
“What do you mean by ‘take you?’” A kiss over the swollen gland again as Dick imagines the feel of his teeth piercing the skin. “Be more descriptive, baby doll. Or I won’t know.”
“Fuck me.” Jason clenches his teeth. His body shakes. “Put your cock inside my—my pussy.”
“And knot you?” Fingers teasing Jason’s folds are now smearing his slick over his pseudo-balls and swirling up his cock. It’s already hard, its veins bulging and head a reddish color. It looks beautiful. Small, perky, and cute.
“Yes,” Jason says through his bitten lip.
“As you wish.”
Dick picks Jason up and flips him around, making him sit on his lap with his back to him and his legs straddling Dick’s thighs. The new position is a lot easier for Joey to photograph, the entirety of Jason’s body on full display. His nipples, his sex, and his tear-streaked face.
Jason’s cunt is warm, slick, and tight when Dick slips in from behind him. Dick reaches in front and spreads the hole with two fingers, stretching out the entrance to a lewd circumference that shows some of the pinkish membranes inside. Joey is quick with his photos, snapping close-ups of Jason’s cunt.
Jason hears the clicks of the camera and tries to hide his face behind his hands. Dick pulls them away and pinches the omega’s jaw from behind him, forcing Jason to lift his head.
“All yours, Joey. Take it away.”
Joey doesn’t waste any time. He turns his focus from Jason’s cunt to his tear-soaked face, snapping a good five or six photos in quick succession.
Dick pulls the blindfold off, revealing Jason’s wet eyes.
With fingers pulling on the roots of Jason’s hair, Dick pushes the omega’s face in front of the camera as he wraps Jason’s legs around his hips. The new position makes it easier to squelch deeper into his cunt.
“Why don’t you start taking some videos, Joey?” Dick says, eyes falling on Jason’s back. It’s rosy from the heat and soaked in sweat, and Dick can’t stop leaning in to lick the skin, starting from near the waist area all the way to a shoulder blade, savoring the salty taste.
“No, please, Joey—ow—” Jason begs as Joey switches the camera to record before a harsh pull on his roots shuts him up.
“Shush. Be a good doll and just look pretty. Show Joey your beautiful eyes. Don’t talk.”
Dick starts to thrust, lifting Jason so he is sitting upright again. He bounced the omega on his hips.
The heat, the scent… the pressure of Jason’s slick walls trapping his cock from all sides. Dick groans as he snaps his hips, locking his hands on Jason’s buttocks to pound deeper. He breathes over Jason’s moans.
In front of them, Joey pans the camera toward Jason’s spread legs and erect cocklet, stopping there to take in the view of the little shaft and the pseudo-testes hanging before the spread cunt, then pans up again.
“What a tight, wonderful pussy, Jason,” Dick says as he breathes hot air into Jason’s ear. “You are made for me. Such a good little slut, hungry for your alpha’s knot.”
Dick takes pleasure in how the smooth walls of the pussy press into him. His omega is warm and wet. And Jason is moaning as Dick squelches in and out of him.
Dick sets his pace and jostles Jason. Jason’s moans hitch with every bounce.
“Say something, Little Wing.” With a hand clutching Jason’s jaw and keeping his tear-soaked face toward the camera, Dick whispers to his ear, “Say hello to the camera. Do a nice little greeting to our future pups. Heck, this will be the first memory we will capture for their sake.”
Joey lines the camera to the front of Jason’s face. Jason hiccups, more tears falling on his jaw and on top of Dick’s hand.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Dick urges. “Go on, Little Wing. Just say ‘Hi.’”
Jason sobs a few more times. His breathing sounds heavy and sluggish, and Dick knows he is already in the haze stage of his heat.
It doesn’t matter how well-trained Jason is at being Robin, no omega can break through their heat haze.
“—Hi,” the omega says. Dick can hear the humiliation in his voice, but he is compliant enough.
“Say, ‘Hi, pup. Your mama and papa are having some fun.’”
“Hi, pup. This is your—” Jason stops to catch his breath. He can’t keep speaking with Dick bouncing him. “This is your mama and papa, and we—we are—”
“Having some fun, baby.”
“—Having some fun.”
Jason is crying, his sobs audible and his tears falling and dripping onto his chest.
“Hush, Jay, you did great.” Dick reaches in front of Jason’s collarbone to wipe away the tears, groping his soft breast as he’s at it, putting on a show for a camera and pinching Jason’s nipple. “You are such a good omega—”
He stops.
Dick pulls his arm back to look at the unfamiliar liquid on his fingertips. White, slippery, a sweet scent invading his nose.
God. The heat has worked so well that Jason is already lactating, his body getting ready to receive a pup from simply talking about it to the camera.
Dick can feel his cock throbbing from the realization. He moans as he thrusts into Jason, letting the pleasure take over him and eagerly putting that finger into his mouth as he listens to Jason’s pained and lustful groans.
It’s sweet, creamy, and tastes just right. Such a beautiful find. His omega, already lactating. And Dick hasn’t even knotted or marked him yet.
He will impregnate his precious omega, Dick just knows. They just need this one try. One heat is probably all it will take. Jason is being so receptive, so lustful. It won’t be a problem at all.
Dick clutches both of Jason’s breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make the omega moan in pain. More liquid flows down, wetting the back of Dick’s hands.
“Look at you, Jason, look at how eager your body is.”
“Stop—I don’t—”
Jason yelps when Dick pinches his nipples, his blunt nails digging into the sensitive buds.
“I knew from the beginning you were going to be the perfect omega for me, Little Wing.”
Dick lets go of the nipples, only to hold Jason’s legs further apart for the camera. He takes the omega’s hardened little cocklet and pumps it, thumbing at the skin at the top and running his pad over the slit.
“Are you getting this, Joey?”
Before him, Joey gives a thumb up.
Dick allows a few more seconds for the recording before he changes position. He sits up while pushing Jason forward into a more traditional presenting position, pushing the omega’s face into the nest and muffling his cries.
With the new position, Dick is able to thrust into Jason more rigorously. His knot is already forming, forcing Jason’s cunt open. Jason’s moans turn into heavy breaths that hitch every time Dick pounds into him, exerted, but no longer sounding in distress.
“Make sure you film the bite, Joey,” Dick says breathlessly to the camera. “After that, you can stop. He’s lactating, though I don’t know how much. Why don’t you get a taste?”
Dick flips Jason up again, turning him over to face him just about when his knot catches. He keeps thrusting with Jason over his lap, the boy’s legs bracketing Dick’s hips to reveal the pink opening of his eager cunt. Dick pierces into that tight, warm cunt. The head of his cock feels something give inside the passage, and after a few more thrusts Dick breaks into Jason’s womb.
Jason moans and arches his torso. Dick sees the white liquid dripping down his abdomen in two long streams. He leans in to drink, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue.
Dick’s climax hits just as Jason’s cunt spasms around him. Dick moans deeply, his lips suckling over the omega’s breast as he releases his precious seed into Jason’s womb.
Sweet, creamy liquid flows into Dick’s mouth in an unending stream. More intoxicating than any drug. Because they are his. Dick’s. Produced by his omega from a mating heat he had manually induced.
Dick suckles for a minute more on the left nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud so he can hear the omega cry out gurgling sobs. He suckles hard enough to leave a bruise.
“Joey,” Dick says when he finally pulls back, wiping his lips, unwilling to part with that sweet liquid. “Make sure you get his expression when I do this, alright?”
With that, Dick flips Jason to face the camera again, pivoting him around with the alpha’s knot stuck in him.
Jason’s face is stained with tears. At the same moment, Dick bends down and takes his bite.
Jason shudders.
The omega’s skin is salty with sweat but sweet with pheromones. Dick is close to the scent gland and has a face full of that fruitful cider and honey. Jason’s skin is young and tight, and it presents some resistance. It takes a few seconds, but it eventually gives, and Dick’s teeth pierce the skin and into the scent gland at the base of Jason’s neck.
Their scents mix. Alpha and omega, sweet and musky. The metallic taste of blood floods Dick’s mouth.
Jason shakes and breathes faster. But he doesn’t resist, doesn’t move. What a perfect omega, Dick thinks.
With his camera, Joey captures it all. When Dick finishes, he still has the camera raised high. Dick licks the wound before lapping at his own lips, content.
“There we go,” he whispers in Jason’s ear. “Such a perfect omega for your alpha. Jason. Robin. Little Wing—”
Jason’s sobs grow louder, but his body also relaxes from the praise. Dick holds him, rubbing his chest with his hand.
“Yes, you are so perfect. I can’t think of a better mate than you. You are such a good successor. Even Bat-dad will be proud, don’t you think so?”
Jason hums his answer. The knotting hormones and the mating hormones are working in tandem. He is becoming much more agreeable, more malleable. Soon enough, Jason will truly be his. The thought makes Dick breathe in ecstasy, and he almost wants to grow hard again just from thinking about it.
Jason’s right nipple is leaking under Dick’s diligent rubbing. He feels that slippery wetness underneath his fingers and palm.
“Get in close, my friend,” Dick says to Joey, “and take your share of the juice.”
The other alpha lowers his camera and leans in. His lips close over Jason’s nipple—right on top of Dick’s fingers—and start suckling.
Jason whines. His body writhes between Dick’s arms.
“Stay still, baby.” Dick pets Jason’s wet hair, and the omega leans into his touch. “Joey was so helpful. Don’t you think he deserves a reward?”
Jason sobs with his head resting on Dick’s shoulder.
“I—” the omega chokes on his words—“I j-just want to go home to Bruce and—”
Dick stops that sentence by pulling Jason’s head back and seals his mouth with a deep kiss. His tongue enters Jason’s mouth, taking control as it swirls inside.
Joey’s lips are firmly locked over Jason’s nipple, making a sucking sound. Dick ends the kiss and takes the camera.
He lifts it, pointing the camera down at Jason and himself.
“Look up, doll. Show us your beautiful face.”
Jason doesn’t. He sobs into Dick’s arm.
“Aw, looks like mama is shy, pup,” Dick says to the camera, chuckling to himself as if it’s the most amazing joke. “Don’t worry, pup. Papa will make sure mama is okay. He is just so thrilled to talk to you. Be a good kid and don’t cause any trouble, okay?”
Dick finishes the video message to their future pup with a blow-kiss and a cheesy “papa loves you,” then presses the stop recording button.
“Do you have a name thought up, Jay?” Dick asks his blushing mate, running his finger over the bloody bite on his neck. “Any preference of what our pups should be named as?”
“I don’t—” Jason’s tears fall onto Dick’s shoulder. “I can’t have a pup—I want to go home to—”
Jason yelps when Dick pinches his other nipple so hard it bruises. Joey stops drinking and looks up to inspect them. He smiles, a white droplet hanging over his bottom lip.
Dick reaches out, gently wipes the milk from his friend’s lip, and licks it off of his finger.
“Don’t ever talk about that again, okay? If you don’t want to be punished,” he says to Jason.
Jason’s body shakes between Dick’s arms.
“I am thinking…” Dick looks up, tapping his finger on his chin. “Thomas. If it’s a boy. And Martha, if it’s a girl.”
Jason trembles harder. Joey wraps his arms around the omega as well, holding and soothing him.
“Soon enough, you will never talk about Bruce again, I promise.” Dick kisses Jason’s cheek. “Welcome to your new pack, Robin. We will love you like one of our own. Don’t you worry, we will take care of all the rest. You will never have to worry. Ever again.”
Chapter 5: Dear Thomas—
Summary:
*NSFW ART WARNING*
Jason wakes from Dick fucking his pregnant body and is taken for a walk by his two alphas.
Notes:
*NSFW ART WARNING* maybe don't read this in a public space <3
Kinks in this chapter:
-pregnant sex
-somnophilia
-breeding
-sex toys
-gags and restraints
-lactation
-vaginal fisting
-stuffed in a suitcase
-omorashi
-semi-public sex
-lingerie/crossdressing/forced feminization
-double penetration in two holesThis is primarily a follow-up to Jason's pregnancy. I still envision another chapter left, which will be a short epilog with baby Thomas.
Yeah I have no excuse but my own unholiness. Hope you enjoy this filth though!
Chapter Text
When Dick nudges the door open to enter their shared den, Jason is still sleeping soundly, like an angel. Lying on his side, his chest rises and falls in even, peaceful breaths, his full form covered in a silk maternity sleeping gown, wine red.
It’s been seven months since Dick claimed him—since Dick bred his omega bride.
The gown drapes over Jason’s raised belly, delivering a view of one tender breast, slipped out, swollen with milk. A few drops land on his gown, wetting a dark patch. There’s a leather mating collar around his neck, black with silver decorations, Richard J. Grayson embossed along the surface. A chain attaches it to the bedpost—a silver, delicate chain, more for show than for usefulness.
Seven months—past the end of the second trimester and approaching the third. Jason’s belly shows, with the roundness hidden underneath the silk, loosely hanging over his shoulder, a strap falling off to reveal a stretch of smooth, even skin. He looks perfect. Seductive, glowing with the new life inside him. Perfectly still.
Dick shuts the door with the tip of his foot, careful not to make any sound that might wake his mate. He has a tray of breakfast in his hands—a portion for one. Dick doesn’t need his own, not when he knows his mate will feed him well.
He sets the spiced milk and nutritious omelet on the bedside table as quietly as he can. Then he looks down, running a finger over the sleeping omega’s rosy cheek, relishing the warmth of his skin, the tickling of his lashes, and the plump, moist texture of his lips. Dick sniffs the air, noting the milky scent giving away Jason’s pregnant state. It makes his blood hot with lust, knowing how his mate is carrying. A pup of their own. Dick’s pup.
The omega’s face is so peaceful when he sleeps—light blush, gleaming beautifully. His rest must be dreamless, and he still looks so young. Almost too much of a teenager to be a mother. But motherhood doesn’t need a lot of experience when you have a pack and an alpha that will protect you at all costs. Dick knows.
He sits at the bed’s edge, removing his hand from Jason’s cheek to cup his breast. When his fingers contract, the pads indent the soft mound, and a wet trickle of milk squirts out. Jason’s breathing halts, but he doesn’t wake.
“What a perfect, obedient pet,” Dick whispers in obsessed fascination. “Always ready to please, aren’t you?”
Dick leans down, smoothing some of Jason’s hair away to plant a kiss on his temple. His little mate doesn’t stir.
“Yes, you are,” Dick says when he finishes, his body still bent low as he inspects the side of his mate’s sleeping face, his heart overflowing with adoration and lust. “So perfect for me—”
Dick quietly draws up the hem of Jason’s gown. It’s expected, really. How can Jason wake up when Dick used him so thoroughly last night? When he performed his duty so well, being so obedient and wet when Dick had pushed him open with his cock, sliding into his ever-so-lustful pussy?
Dick turns Jason over so he is lying on his back, shifting the crescent-shaped pregnancy pillow to support his lower back (has to make sure he is comfortable, after all).
The parted thighs show a glimpse of the slit between them, right underneath that caged cock. A thick, white liquid leaks from the pink of the inner lips flashing before Dick’s eyes, soiling the sheets, blending with the omega’s clear slick. The mixed scents of lingering sex are almost as abundant as the creamy whiff of pregnancy.
Dick nudges Jason’s legs apart further, reaching with two fingers between the waiting entrance, feeling his own cock twitch with anticipation. He dives in, sliding with the help of the slick, the warmth and silkiness of the omega’s cunt enveloping his knuckles.
Jason doesn’t stir and makes no sound, and Dick moans from the sensation instead. The pussy is wet from the leftover cum and the omega’s own juice. Yet Jason is still producing more.
Dick has trained his pet well. Even in sleep, Jason’s body knows to stay ready for his alpha, producing the lubrication Dick needs to take him. (And Dick’s taken him plenty like this—his mate needs to be prepared to satisfy his alpha every second of the day, after all; it doesn't matter whether or not Jason has the strength.) Lord, could he have ever found a better match?
“Time for our first round of lovemaking, sweetheart,” Dick says. He is painfully hard and furiously in need of letting off his morning steam. He cannot wait to feel his mate’s warmth. “Time for daddy and mommy to bond, right?”
As he starts pumping his fingers, adding a third, Dick bends down to kiss Jason on the mouth. He grabs a handful of the silky gown and tears it off with a jerk of his hand, revealing the omega’s naked, glowing, pregnant form in its entirety, tracing his lips all over that gorgeous flushing body, running his fingers over the swell of that belly housing their love child. Milk pours from the omega’s titties like streams.
“I’m going to fuck you well, Jason,” Dick whispers, using a low timber to not wake his mate. “Just lie there and let me take care of you, honey. You are perfect when you are sleeping and unconscious like this. Let me relieve your swollen tits from the pressure. Won’t you like that, honey?”
And, with that, he crouches between Jason’s legs.
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Jason feels a thrill between his thighs in his half-wakefulness.
He is dreaming. He’s sure of it.
He’s been so exhausted from the night before, much worse than anything he’d experienced during the first months of the pregnancy.
He dreams a lot these days—some with Joey in it, some with their unborn pup, but all involving Dick in some way. They can be quite vivid, too. All the colors of the rainbow, breezes on his skin, or undulating waves when Jason dreamed of Dick washing his pregnant body in a flowing river. The alpha’s hand was so gentle when it caressed his stomach.
But can the dreams be this vivid?
Jason feels his legs parted, a solid form resting between them, making it impossible to close his thighs even if he has the strength. It feels so real, so firm, both demanding and possessive, and Jason almost fears waking up to find nothing there.
There are breaths touching the insides of his thighs, cool against Jason’s scorching skin. Something darts out and brushes the folds between his legs. Something soft, flexible, and wet.
It’s a familiar feeling, but Jason can’t quite place it. He understands the need to arch his body into it, though, wanting to stroke his slit against the intruder. It feels so real.
The object—a tongue?—caresses along the slit, running between his folds using a smooth motion, licking up the juices of his arousal. Jason wants to curve up his body like a greedy little whore, wanting to rub his twitching cocklet against the soft lips of his defiler, to show how much of a good omega he is—how good of a mate he can be. He wants to please the alpha now taking him in his sleep like he’s nothing but a fleshlight.
He shudders when the tongue dives into his folds. It squirms inside the passage, curling this way and that, putting pressure on the sweet spot. Occasionally, it leaves, running over the inner lips and all the way up, over the caged cocklet and twitching pseudo-testes, engorged and straining against the metal.
A chuckle, a hand interlacing with his, and the tongue retreats. The despoiler shifts to loom over Jason, and a hand settles over his swollen womb, sensing the baby kick as the alpha licks up a trail of saliva on Jason’s neck, passing the surface of the collar, all the way to his cheek.
Jason moans again before he trembles from his aggressor’s warm breath against his ear.
“Stay,” the alpha says with another lick, this time over Jason’s earlobe. “Stay very still, my love, as I take care of you.”
Knees nudge Jason’s thighs farther apart, forcing him to reveal more of himself. As he shudders, his pussy convulses and contracts, inviting a cock to stuff him up and breed him.
Callused fingers spread the lips, stretching them out as far as they can go. The pussy spits out more juice, dripping onto the bed and coating the alpha’s fingers. The Master croons at Jason before something large prods against the entrance.
“Perfect.” The alpha caresses Jason’s round stomach, pushing more of his silky nightgown out of the way. “Good. So good—”
Jason whines painfully when the cock drives into him in one solid stroke, its tip brushing the entrance to his womb, the rough treatment making him shudder. He heaves as his aggressor lurches, pulling out brutally before slamming back into him, fingers digging into his thighs and pulling his hips back to endure the impact.
Jason makes short, sleep-ridden moans as his defiler uses him, ramming into him with abandon, pulling his legs further apart until they are almost forced into a split.
It hurts, hurts so much—his stomach strains his back, his pussy being stretched to such an alarming extent, and the stickiness between Jason’s legs feels gross. But it’s also so, so arousing to the point his cocklet grows hard, throbbing and twitching inside the digitally locked cock cage. The alpha’s hands are caressing the bump, appreciating the pup’s movement inside, gentle in contrast with the harshness dealt with the rest of Jason’s body.
This has to be the most perverse dream Jason has ever had, and he finds himself rocking his hips to the alpha’s movements, rising against the weight of his stomach to meet his thrusts halfway, taking in the alpha’s enormous girth despite how painful he finds it.
“Mmh…” Jason sobs at how filthy he feels. His voice is like a shuddering wind. “Nngh…”
A finger fondles Jason’s puffy and sensitive nipple, making him squirm and moan in his sleep. It presses harder until more liquid spurts out, running down his breast.
“So good, my love.” The alpha closes in and drags his tongue over that same nipple, gently lapping at the sweet nectar.
His cock squelches, obscene sounds vibrating in Jason’s sleeping ears. The alpha’s hips speed as he drinks from Jason’s fountain, plunging into him in short, rapid movements. His lips pinch Jason’s leaking nipple between them, suckling until it’s red and raw.
“Ngh…” Jason writhes in his sleep, halfheartedly trying to pull away from the attack. The lips finally leave his left nipple, only to attach themselves to the right one.
As the alpha drinks, his hands run along the surface of the bump as if wanting to claim the baby growing inside. His hips are at a rapid beat, sheathing himself fully inside Jason with each thrust, the glans brushing past the swollen womb.
“N-no…”
Jason shudders and worries his lip. His body curves and bends like a useless rag doll, his hips slammed forward to the rocking of the bed, his wet hair plastering over the headboard.
He hears panting above him. The alpha is holding the back of his thighs as he heaves and fucks into Jason’s pussy. The air is filled with the scent of musk, sex, and other arousing pheromones.
“Nngh…” Jason moans again.
Another hard thrust, rocking the squeaking bed and squelching into the wet, swollen, abused cunt. Jason wants to cry from the pain and powerlessness.
“Mine, sweetheart, mine,” the alpha says. “Both you and the baby, my sweet princess.”
Jason’s body spasms in a mind-shattering climax, pussy contracting around the dick. His cocklet is painful against the cage, leaking nonstop, but no cum drizzles out.
Vaguely, Jason senses the knot forming and catching in place, and that familiar liquid releases into him.
The motion stills, and the pain on Jason’s back dials back to a dull throb. He sobs with his eyes half-closed. The lips continue to suckle on his breast, fingers squeezing his tender breast to get the milk out, which flows into a warm mouth with loud slurps.
Jason’s body settles, though his hips still twitch once or twice from the leftover synapses. He whimpers once. The second sound is much higher, longer, and drawn-out—more like a whine.
Slowly, Jason finds the strength to crack his eyes open.
The room around him swims.
Jason first sees the ceiling—dull, white plaster lit by a warm lamp. The walls are distorted, and his body is spinning on the bed. The exertion and the assault on Jason’s body have left him sticky, wet, exhausted, aching, and violated. His head can’t stop swirling, and bile threatens to rise up his esophagus.
“Good morning, Little Wing,” says his assaulter in a lighthearted delivery. “Slept well, my little love?”
Jason presses his lips together to force down nausea and tears. He whimpers once more, clenching around the enormous, painful knot stuffed inside him, and opens his mouth to say “no.”
Just then, a large hand flies up and clamps down over his mouth, pushing to force his cries back. Jason tenses, whimpering in pain when Dick’s other hand pinches his leaking nipple.
“Shush.” The pinch intensifies, dull fingernails digging achingly into the flesh. “Time to get up, sleepy bird,” Dick says with a smile, gorgeous blue eyes shining under the lamplight.
With his hand still affixed to his (captive) lover’s mouth, he thrusts his hips, stuffing Jason’s sore cunt fuller with his knot.
“Time to eat your breakfast,” Dick says as he begins to thrust all over again, “and to get cozy in your new travel nest, baby bird.”
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The suitcase is a lot larger than the first one.
It’s custom-made, measured up to fit the body of a teenage omega and his growing baby, and should be the perfect travel size to last till the day Jason comes to full term.
Dick hauls Jason up after detaching his collar from the bedpost, taking the omega’s body into his arms, the weight of the unborn pup and all—and lays him down at the foot of the bed.
Meanwhile, Joey walks in with the suitcase in tow. Without a word, he kneels, laying the case flat on the floor and unzipping it.
“Let’s get you ready, my little pet,” Dick says to Jason, moving him to lie on his side, gently to not hurt him or their unborn pup. Jason complies with only a groan—what a perfect doll. “We’ll get you in your travel case so we can take you out for a stroll. Exercising for mom is great for the baby.”
Months after Jason’s heat, the omega has stopped fighting. Not completely—Dick knows there is a part inside his Little Wing that will forever remain headstrong and full of will, and Dick rather likes that. But Jason has stopped agonizing over not being able to see Bruce and Alfred. Now, with the shift of hormones, Dick knows Jason’s energy will be fully spent on nurturing the baby growing within him. It’s good enough for Dick.
There is an empty, crescent-shaped pregnancy pillow casing inside the suitcase, entirely made from mesh. Its side is unzipped, ready to fill up with custom nesting material. Joey starts stuffing it up with unwashed laundry—the pack’s shirts and undergarments.
When Dick pins Jason’s arms to his back, fixing them in place with soft leather bands, Jason gives a tiny whine, legs bending and curling back as if to protect his swollen, vulnerable sex. He hisses when Dick pulls too hard, jerking his elbows back before buckling the strap in place.
“Sorry, love,” Dick apologizes. “I’ll be careful when I do your legs. You’ll feel much better when the fake knot is in place.”
Jason tries to curl inward, his plump breasts squishing against his stomach. Milk trickles from a nipple, soaks his swollen bump, drips onto the bed sheet below.
Dick wipes the bud with an index finger and brings the sweet nectar to his lips, tasting it, hums a satisfied sound from his throat.
“Pl-please, Dick,” Jason says in a whisper, a submissive omega quaver to appease his alpha, “I don’t want to go in there—”
“Hush.” Dick pulls the last of the bands tight, securing Jason’s wrists, then moves on to his legs. “You’ll be safe and sound in the suitcase. It will be super comfortable, loaded with the pack’s scents.”
The legs are tied separately. Each calf and thigh are folded and bound with more leather—over the knees and below the knees; ankles and the bases of the thighs. Jason sobs when Dick pulls his bent legs apart, revealing his soaking, dripping cunt, red and used, overflowing with his alpha’s cum.
“Just look at you.” Dick moves a hand between Jason’s legs, rubbing the sore muscles and massaging his abused sex, using the tips of his fingers to soothe away some of the aching. “That feels better?”
Jason bites his lip, but his whimper slows and his scent relaxes, a sign Dick has learned to read as obedience.
“I—” Jason licks his dry lips—“I don’t… it’s always so dark in there.”
“But it’s to keep you safe, honey,” Dick says. “Don’t you want the best for the baby? Just lie there, be a beautiful doll, be our pack omega—”
“But—”
Dick sinks two fingers into the pussy, relaxing the walls before adding a third, and a fourth. He listens to his mate’s pained whines and the tiny little “no.” Whispering soothing words into Jason’s ear, Dick curls his fingers into a fist.
Jason’s body tightens, whining softly as Dick’s fist fills him up, forcing his cunt to stretch for his alpha as Dick pushes it inside, twisting it, easing it in further.
The fist resembles a knot, about the size of one, too, and it immediately releases placating hormones into the distressed omega’s system, calming him. With his other hand, Dick strokes Jason’s back, massaging the small of his back to soothe away the pregnancy pains. He keeps his fist in place to stuff his mate up, letting Jason get used to the sensation.
Jason’s pained whines eventually stop, and his breathing slows to an even, smooth respiration.
“How’s that?” Dick asks. He lands a loving kiss above Jason’s temple and takes a lungful of his sweet scent. “Feeling better?”
When Dick looks up, Jason’s eyes are heavy and unfocused, his pink, moist lips parted. He has stopped listening.
Dick kisses him again, harder and on the lips this time.
“Joey,” he says to the alpha, now packing the last shirts and socks into the mesh pillow. “Would you bring me the toys for our little pet?”
Joey stands and picks out a pink inflatable knotted dildo from the drawer, along with a few other things.
Dick squeezes his fist, twisting it to ease it out of the omega’s loosened cunt. It squelches, catching on the entrance where the muscles clench around the knuckles as if to keep Dick’s hand inside. Jason breathes heavier, his empty cunt quivering with the beat of his respiration.
“Here, please.” Dick holds out his hand so Joey can place the pink dildo into his palm.
It’s a humongous thing, vibrant and smooth silicone, modeled after Dick’s own again. Except it’s made to be just a tad shorter—Dick can’t risk it breaching the womb and harming the baby, so this will have to do. He presses the head at the omega’s entrance, forcing it in.
Dick wrenches the silicone toy inside against the silky smooth walls of the omega’s moist pussy. When Jason hisses from the pain, Dick shushes him, licking up the tears staining his cheek.
“Relax, babe, we’re almost there,” he says, closing the last inch until he feels the firm pressure of the omega’s womb, the tightness of the cunt grabbing onto the sides of the toy.
Jason’s whimpers die down as Dick starts pumping the dildo with air. It enlarges, invading any available space, loading Jason with the toy. Jason is quiet again when Dick finishes, his body crammed full of knotting hormones, keeping him compliant and docile, like a fancy breeding toy.
Dick feels his desire rising, seeing his mate like this, smelling so, so luscious and bred. He releases a strained moan, unable to hold back the thrill channeling toward his loins. He kisses Jason on the cheek again, tasting the salt there as he moistens his fingers with the lube Joey hands him, boring two fingers into the unused hole below Jason’s cunt.
Jason makes a tiny, surprised noise when Dick prepares him for bigger intrusions, and he’s totally subservient when Dick draws his fingers out and replaces them with the first of a long chain of beads.
Dick pushes the rounded, slicked balls into Jason’s ass, one at a time, each probing in with a wet grunt. It takes a few minutes, and when he finishes, Jason’s hole fully stuffed with the loop hanging out, Dick asks Joey for the penis gag.
“Open up wide, sweetheart,” he says, and the dildo-shaped peg drives downward. It nudges apart Jason’s tight lips and pries open his teeth, until Dick forces it into the mouth, cramming it against those plump lips.
Dick fixes the strap behind Jason’s head and lifts him bridal-style, an arm below the knees and another one holding his shoulders, placing him into the cramped suitcase.
Joey hurriedly finishes zipping up the cushion and helps Dick lower the omega, the top curve of the crescent shape enveloping Jason’s head and making a comfy, calming pillow, while the lower half is dragged between Jason’s bound legs to support his aching back, imbued with the pack’s familiar scents.
This should make the omega as comfortable as possible. Dick wants his mate cozy and protected.
Jason looks up with teary, glaring eyes. Milk drips from his breasts, wetting his skin and everything inside the nest.
“Now, it wouldn’t be good to waste, would it?” Dick says with an almost sad tone in his voice. “Luckily, we have the thing for that as well.”
The “thing” in question is a mini, travel-sized milking machine. Dick sets it into the suitcase as Joey attaches the suction cups to Jason’s swollen breasts, one at a time. The tits swell pink beneath the clear cups, and immediately, milk flows.
The oxygen tank also goes inside (it’s even more important now that Jason is carrying), and the nasal prongs are inserted with little difficulty.
Dick can see Jason’s cunt dripping with juice when he finally leans back, the pink opening holding the knotted dildo in place like a lifeline. Truly, there is no better place for a young, pregnant omega than here.
Jason has stopped looking at Dick. His pupils are blown wide, and he seems to focus on his breathing. Dick wipes some tears staining his face.
“Don’t fret, love. You and the baby will be our perfect luggage.”
He massages the omega’s cunt, easing the soreness and testing how firmly the knot is in place. Satisfied, Dick blocks out Jason’s vision with a blindfold.
“See you in a bit, my pet.”
He zips up the suitcase, finishing packing up his omega and sealing Jason in pitch darkness. The safety of a crowded, enclosed nest.
The red suitcase looks perfectly natural—not conspicuous at all.
+++
Spring is the perfect season for birthing.
What a lucky pup Tommy will be—born in the warmth of spring’s embrace and before the coming of summer heat, when the temperature is just right, when the most beautiful of nature’s flowers are in full bloom.
Dick is happy for Tommy, already knowing the pup will be born to a blissful pack with a caring sire and a mother who loves him. And Joey, too, who would love the pup unconditionally like an uncle. No Batman, no Robin. No child soldiers—just them.
After driving for about an hour and a half, the car stops at a picturesque clearing—hills stretch into the distance, and new, spring green meets the clear blue sky. There are yellow dandelions and the occasional red clovers dotting the grass, warm, slightly chill wind caressing any exposed skin.
There are a couple of cars parked here, but the passengers have all gone off to their precious sightseeing tour, so it isn’t necessary to find a secluded place to let their omega out. Dick opens the trunk after Joey has shut off the ignition, unzipping the suitcase.
It feels like unwrapping a present—Jason, naked, glowing, and sweet, emerges. They untie him and unhook the milking machine.
The suction cups have left Jason’s nipples swollen and pink, perfectly delicious; his wrists and legs are covered in red strap marks. Joey takes Jason’s arm, massaging away the marks as Dick pulls the penis gag out of his mouth, drenched in saliva. Jason breathes heavily, wheezing a little from his chest.
Dick rubs circles into Jason’s soft tit and pulls off his blindfold with his other hand.
“That feels good?”
The toys stay in, and Jason will have to keep them there when they take their walk. They cover his nudity in a nice white maternity dress, the lovely frills and lace billowing in the spring wind.
Jason barely holds himself up, still half-paralyzed by the inflatable knot, but they know it’ll only take a few minutes of mild exercise to get him out of the haze. Dick kisses Jason on the eyelid, then moves out of the way for Joey to do the same. When they get Jason to walk on the grass with the toys inside him, the omega’s legs are trembling, his knees buckling inward.
“Okay, baby?” Dick asks.
Jason bites his lip, whimpering.
“I need—I have to go to the restroom.”
Joey circles to Jason’s other side and keeps an arm around his waist. Together, they help Jason toward one of the hills.
“You can hold it, baby.” Dick rubs Jason’s shoulder, then reaches down to massage his back. “How are you feeling? Any back pain?”
Jason shakes his head. He has both hands over his plump stomach, taking difficult steps despite the alphas already walking slowly for him.
“I—I can’t—”
They’re halfway up the hill when Jason stops with shaking knees, wincing.
“I can’t—”
Joey tries to soothe Jason by kissing him on the mouth, but the omega sobs into the kiss. Dick reaches below the omega’s stomach and presses down over where his bladder is.
Jason shudders.
“No!”
“Just let it go,” Dick whispers. “Don’t worry—no one’s there to see but us.”
Jason presses his lips together to suppress a moan. Dick’s pants grow tight from that sound—the sound omegas make before they are about to wet themselves in front of their alphas as a sign of submission.
Jason trembles, his knees shake and bend inward, and he lets go.
A dark patch stains the front of the white dress. A wet, gurgling sound, the stream runs between the omega’s legs—mostly hidden by the dress—and splashes in the grass. Jason’s body is tense, and he looks devastated, but Dick soothes him by massaging his back and rubbing above his cocklet, making him piss through the cock cage’s opening and involuntarily onto the grass.
When Jason finishes, he almost lets himself fall to hide from the humiliation.
Joey leans over to scent him.
“Come on,” Dick says. “Just a few more steps and we’ll be on top.”
The sight there is beautiful.
They can see forests surrounding this grassy area from the hilltop, birds flying overhead, singing their spring songs. Dick holds Jason close to himself, Jason’s head on his shoulder with Joey’s arms around his back, the three of them standing together and taking in the view like the true contented pack they are.
They keep walking.
Jason shivers from the toys inside, one hand clutching his dress the entire time. But just like a good omega, he doesn’t complain, instead, he keeps walking on shaky legs, clenching down on the dildo and anal beads. The daily exercise continues until the sun becomes too high, so they take refuge under a tree.
They’ve brought a picnic, but they’ll have to get it from the car later. For now—sex.
The doctor had prescribed plenty of it. The hormones from an alpha’s knot and semen help loosen the cervix and make an easier delivery, and Dick is all ready to fulfill that.
Joey sits down first with his back against the tree, opening his arms to receive Jason onto his lap. Jason sits with his back to Joey’s chest, his face flushing from embarrassment, but his pupils are blown wide, his body moistening up for his alphas.
Dick gathers the dress from Jason’s mid-calf and lifts it up, revealing the omega’s occupied sex and rear, as well as the healthy, well-rounded belly that houses his baby.
Dick kisses the womb as he takes the hoop from the anal beads and pulls.
Jason whimpers, his legs pulling up at the stimulation on his rim as the beads grunt out of him. Dick drops the toy into the grass, freeing up his hand to pull at Joey’s zipper.
After Jason’s pregnancy became official, Joey’s attitude changed. He no longer insisted on never touching what’s Dick’s, and he has taken up on his friend’s offer plenty of times. Dick has used that to his advantage, utilizing the other alpha’s charms to trap Jason closer to them. He knows how close the two are, and he knows Jason is bound to trust Joey much more readily than he would trust Dick.
It transcends Dick’s jealousy and possessiveness—he regards Joey as a wonderful friend, and the tighter the new pack bond is, the less likely his mate will dream about life before.
Joey is supporting Jason’s weight with his body, his hands occupied, so Dick helps him get his cock out. He covers it with lube from a tiny travel bottle they bring with them, his hand gliding on the thick shaft, listening to Joey’s heavy breathing as he strokes it to full hardness.
Then, Dick guides his friend’s cock toward Jason’s hole.
“Love him for me, Joe,” he says in a deep, throaty voice. “I want you to love him very well.”
Jason yelps when the dick slides in, his arms coming up to wrap around Dick’s neck involuntarily as Joey guides him onto his cock.
Dick works with his own zipper.
“I will have you bounce on my cock, Little Wing,” he says with a sardonic smirk. “I will have you chanting my name until it’s the last thing you remember.”
He encroaches on Jason and pulls out the dildo in his cunt. Jason relaxes the moment it leaves, leaving his pussy empty again.
Dick sighs when he releases his cock, wasting no time sliding it inside.
Jason tenses again, moaning sweetly in Dick’s ears as his arms tighten around his neck. Dick breathes soothing words into his ear as he sinks into the hilt, pulling back only a little before thrusting back in.
Jason’s moans turn into sobs when Dick sets his pace, snapping his hips in tandem with Joey’s movements, taking their omega over the grass together in this open space, where hopefully there won’t be any passerby to witness them.
“Ah, ah—” Jason says in Dick’s ear, his fingers scratching the back of his neck, leaving bloody marks that only serve to thrill Dick. He stays there, complaisant, allowing his alphas to manhandle him into submission.
“We’ll be one happy pack, right?” Dick says with a low cadence, kissing Jason’s earlobe. “You’ll be my omega to the end of eternity, Little Wing.”
Jason hides his red face in Dick’s shoulder, puffing air into the crook of his neck.
“Yes.”
Dick snarls and drives into him, cutting off his breath and making him whine from the abuse.
“And you will be a lucky mother.”
“Yes,” Jason says again.
“We both love you so, so much, Jay.”
Jason gasps and hides his face deeper, his breath hitching from Dick’s assault, his breast rising and falling rapidly.
“Yes…”
Dick showers his mate in kisses, unable to hold back the pride and elation he feels.
Behind Jason, Joey is doing the same, planting kisses from one shoulder to the next, rocking his cock into the omega’s ass, bouncing him over the alpha’s hips.
“And you are such an amazing omega, Jason. You are so wonderful, so perfect… no one alive could ever think of surpassing you.”
Jason yelps, and in a burst of rapture, comes around Dick’s knot. The sensation takes Dick over the edge.
The knot catches, and Dick feels his orgasm elevating him. It feels like flying.
Joey continues for longer before releasing. He keeps his knot outside, concerned about tearing the omega’s delicate hole.
“You will be a great mommy for our Thomas, honey.” Dick wipes the sweat from Jason’s cheek, touching their foreheads. “He will be such a lucky pup.”
And it is true. When Thomas comes to this world, he will have both parents to love him—alive and well, in one happy pack. They will not perish like the Graysons, separate like the Wilsons, or even subject to the fate of the Todds. Dick will make sure his mate and baby have the best lives, and there will not be emotionally constipated bats or doomed child soldiers to intrude on them.
Dick Grayson’s pup will have a better chance than the rest of them ever had.
Dick closes his arms around his mate and kisses him, breathing in his scent, basking in his warmth.
It will be such a wonderful life. Dick can already smell it.
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