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“I have one more present for you,” Bruce says, leading Damian down the stairs to the cave.
Damian raises an eyebrow. “By ‘present,’ do you actually mean ‘equipment for the night shift?”
Bruce shakes his head. “No.” He pauses for a second. “Well, yes, I have some upgrades for your belt, but no, that’s not the present I have for you.”
Bruce leads him through the main cave, down one of the side passages. Damian’s not sure what it could be, in that case. His seventeenth birthday’s been a good one- he’s already gotten a car, a sleek black thing that he can’t wait to drive. Bruce unlocks and opens a reinforced cell door, and Damian’s jaw drops.
Inside the cell is one of the prettiest omegas Damian’s ever seen. He’s got pale skin, blue eyes, and dark hair, and he’s very small. The omega’s tiny, short and slim. He’s completely naked, but for a thick leather collar around his neck, which is locked in the back. He’s all tied up, his arms bound behind his back. He’s kneeling on the floor, knees spread wide, legs strapped down and connected to bolts in the floor. There’s a thick, long dildo attached to the floor as well, inside the omega’s cunt. It’s large enough that he can’t get himself up off of it, and trying to squirm away from it would only result in fucking his little cunt on the dildo. There’s a pretty silver metal cage on the omega’s little cock. There’s also a set of clamps on his nipples, attached by a delicate, thin silver chain. He’s got a gag in his mouth, and it looks to be a knotting gag, the kind that can expand widely once inserted. He smells heavenly, sweet and rich and omega, and Damian wonders if he’s close to heat, with that smell. The omega looks up at Damian as they come in, looking slightly nervous. Then he casts his eyes downwards, holding very still, bowing his head slightly. What a good, obedient omega. Whoever he is, he’s been well-trained.
“It’s high time you have your own pet,” Bruce says. “This is Timothy Drake. You remember the Drakes?” Damian nods. Gotham elite, a fine family. “This is their eldest, their prize bitch. He’s all yours.”
Damian takes a step forward, studying Timothy with a critical eye. He’s a beautiful omega, clearly well-bred. The collar he’s wearing has little silver tags, one of which has the Wayne insignia. Damian reaches out to touch the omega’s head, running his fingers through his hair. The omega tenses slightly at the touch, and then relaxes. Damian crouches down so he can sniff Timothy properly, nosing into the omega’s neck and inhaling that sticky-sweet omega smell coming from beneath the leather collar. Fuck, that’s delicious.
“Do you like him?” Bruce asks. “We could go to an auction house if you’d rather, make a day of it. But I thought you might like this one.”
“I do like this one,” Damian says, and he ducks his head again to lick across Timothy’s neck, the skin peeking up above the collar, covering him in Damian’s scent. Damian glances back up at Bruce. Damian highly suspects Bruce purchased this omega in an attempt to keep Damian in check. To give him an outlet for his frustrations, and his alpha impulses, in order to keep peace in their small, tumultuous pack. But all the same, it’s a wonderful gift. Besides, Damian can’t deny that the thought of having control over his very own pet, having such an outlet, is a deeply appealing one. “Thank you.”
Bruce’s scent goes warm at that, and he offers Damian a rare smile. “Happy birthday.” Bruce reaches a hand out, and Damian stands to take it, clasping his hand around Bruce’s wrist. Bruce clasps his hand around Damian’s wrist, covering Damian’s scent glands with the smell of Damian’s father and pack alpha. Bruce smells content and proud, all happy-alpha. Damian squeezes tightly, and then releases.
“I’ll leave you to get acquainted with him,” Bruce says, and he reaches into a pocket to hand Damian a set of keys. For the collar, the cock cage, and the shackles, naturally. “He shouldn’t need too much breaking in, but if you need them, we have plenty of supplies in the cabinet.”
Damian nods, slipping the keys into his own pocket, and Bruce leaves the small room. Damian turns his attention to the pretty little omega, whose skin has started to flush pink. There’s a little sour note of anxiety in his scent. Damian wants to get rid of that right away. His pets never have anything to fear from him.
Damian crouches down again in front of the omega, and reaches around to the back of his head to unbuckle the gag. “Hello there, pet.” Damian slowly removes the gag, setting it to the side. Timothy still has his head bowed submissively, like a good omega. Damian puts a finger under the omega’s chin, tipping it up so that Timothy is looking him in the eye.
Timothy swallows, and bites his lip. “Hello, Alpha.”
Damian laughs softly. “Do you know who I am, omega?”
Timothy nods. “You’re Damian Wayne. The Wayne heir and crown alpha.”
Damian hums thoughtfully. It’s not a wrong answer, certainly. The little omega comes from a good family, after all, and he’s clearly been trained in politics and etiquette. “I’m also your new owner, pet.”
Timothy blushes and ducks his head, seeming to realize his mistake. “Yes, Alpha.”
“My father might be pack lead, but he gave you to me,” Damian says. “You’re my pet, no one else’s. Do you understand?”
Timothy nods. “Yes, Alpha.”
Damian brings his hand to the omega’s head again, carding his fingers through the soft, dark hair. “Good omega.”
Timothy’s scent shivers with warmth. He hesitantly tips his head to the side, pressing it into Damian’s hand. Damian lets out a low, pleased purr. Oh, this omega’s not going to need much breaking in at all. Just a few soft, gentle guiding touches, and Damian will have Timothy eating out of the palm of his hand.
“What’s your name, omega?” Damian asks.
“Timothy Jackson Drake,” Timothy recites, and then he glances sideways and up at Damian, shyly. “Um. Tim. I- I like to be called Tim.”
Damian strokes the back of Tim’s head again, and gives another low purr. “Thank you for telling me, Tim.” It’s a good idea to build trust with a new omega, after all, though Damian much prefers the idea of calling his new omega by pretty pet names.
Tim takes a shuddering breath in, and dares another look up at Damian. Damian gives him a reassuring smile, and then brings one hand to Tim’s mouth, tracing those pretty, plush pink lips. Tim opens his mouth obediently, and Damian slides two fingers in, over Tim’s warm, wet tongue.
“There, isn’t that better?” Damian says softly, gently petting the omega’s tongue. Tim makes a soft noise, and starts suckling onto Damian’s fingers, his scent starting to relax as he does. Damian gives a gentle laugh. What a sweet omega. All he needs is something in his mouth to keep him happy. Well, that can be easily arranged.
Damian stays like that for a long while, stroking the back of Tim’s head with one hand, rocking his fingers into Tim’s mouth with the other. Tim’s scent gets warmer and sweeter by the moment. The scent of omega slick gets heavier, dripping out of Tim’s cunt and down the thick dildo, dripping onto the cave floor. If Damian wasn’t aroused before, he certainly is now, smelling his pet’s cunt get hotter and wetter.
Damian draws his fingers out of Tim’s mouth. Tim makes a soft sound of protest at the loss, before seeming to remember his place, and choking it off. Oh, but that sends a rush of heat down Damian’s spine, seeing what a precious, needy little thing his new pet is.
“Shhhhh,” Damian murmurs. “Hush now, omega. Be good, and I’ll fill your pretty mouth back up.”
Tim’s scent spikes at that thought, and he nods. There’s a little bit of nervous anticipation in his scent again, as he’s surely imagining what comes next. There’s so many delicious possibilities, Damian can hardly decide which way he wants to play with his new pet first. Damian glances over to the other side of the room, where there’s a bed set up, as well as a beautiful hand-carved breeding bench. That’ll certainly do.
Damian goes about unlocking Tim’s legs from where they’re buckled onto the floor, and grabs the omega’s arm, guiding him to stand up. The dildo slides out with a wet noise, and Damian notes with satisfaction that it’s still covered in delicious sweet omega slick. His pet has a nice, wet pussy, clearly a high-quality bitch. Tim’s shaky on his feet, unbalanced both from having his arms still tied behind his back, and from kneeling on the ground for so long. Damian guides him over to the breeding bench, and straps him in there. He leaves Tim’s hands tied behind his back- the way the bench is, Tim’s torso is lying on a flat surface, his head resting on a circular pillow. He has more than enough support for this.
Damian gives a low noise of satisfaction as he gets Tim adjusted in the bench, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Tim looks beautiful, locked into perfect presenting bitch position. “How does that feel, pet? Anything too tight?”
Tim shakes his head, and he looks up at Damian. He looks and smells a little nervous again, but more excited than anything. Damian can’t blame him. He’s excited too. Damian goes to the cabinet, and finds another dildo. This one’s a bit smaller and shorter than the one Tim had in his cunt, and it’s perfect for Damian’s purposes. Damian also takes out an attachment for the bench, connecting it to the base of the dildo.
Damian walks back over to the bench, and holds the dildo in front of Tim’s mouth. “Open up, omega.”
Tim drops his mouth open eagerly, and Damian slides the toy in easily. Damian’s pleased to note that it reaches to the back of the omega’s mouth, but no further. Perfect. He doesn’t want his brand new pet to choke, after all.
“Good boy,” Damian croons, and he’s immensely satisfied by the way Tim relaxes submissively at the praise, melting into the bench. Damian attaches the dildo to the top of the bench, so that it’ll stay in place for this. Strapped in the way he is, there’s no way for Tim to remove the dildo from his mouth. There’s a little bit of room for him to maneuver, so he can rock back and forth, fuck his mouth on it. Tim sucks at the dildo, happily nursing away at the fake cock, and Damian smiles, running his fingers through Tim’s hair again. He’s looking forward to having that mouth wrapped around his own cock- but first things first.
Damian walks around to the other end of the bench, standing behind Tim. The tiny little omega’s legs have been spread wide again, leaving his pretty little pussy exposed and on display. It’s wet and messy from slick, and it smells delectable. Damian takes the keys from his pocket, and unlocks the collar from Tim’s neck, removing the thick strip of leather that protects the scent glands on Tim’s neck, keeping him modest. The smell of sweet, unmated omega becomes unbearably strong without the collar in the way, and Damian lets out a long, low growl.
“Such a pretty pet,” Damian says lowly. He sets the collar to one side, and goes about taking his own clothes off. Damian’s rock hard at this point, and he takes his thick alpha cock in hand, stepping up behind Tim’s pretty little ass again. It looks so big compared to Tim’s tiny little pussy, but Damian’s sure he can take it. “Such a pretty omega. And all mine.”
Damian lines his cock up with Tim’s cunt, and slowly, slowly pushes inside. Tim lets out a soft muffled whine around the dildo in his mouth, and Damian groans, long and low. Fuck, that’s a hot cunt, so sweet and wet and tight around Damian’s cock. Tim squeezes down on Damian’s cock, and Damian shudders. What a perfect little omega.
“My good bitch,” Damian growls out, pushing in all the way, till he’s balls deep in Tim’s sweet little cunt. Damian grabs a fistful of Tim’s hair, near the nape of his neck, and leans forwards, draping himself over Tim’s back. The little omega’s so much smaller than Damian is, utterly dwarfed underneath Damian’s much larger form. Tim lets out another noise around the dildo, and rocks back a little, grinding on Damian’s cock.
Damian noses into Tim’s neck, breathing in that sweet omega scent, licking another stripe over Tim’s now-exposed glands. “My omega,” Damian growls out. It’s a promise, a claim. Tim gives little high-pitched, desperate whimpers, these sweet little begging noises. Damian is more than happy to give the little bitch what he needs. Damian sinks his teeth in, biting down hard onto the smooth, unmarked skin. Tim whines, high-pitched, helpless and submissive, and Damian growls, possessive and claiming. He bites down even harder, and he can taste blood in his mouth. Damian tears into Tim’s neck, leaving a bloody bite behind, sure to leave a beautiful, impressive scar, forever marking Tim as claimed, as Damian’s precious pet.
Damian lets out another low growl, and starts to fuck him, grabbing onto the ropes keeping Tim’s arms bound behind his back and using them as a handle. It’s like fucking heaven, Tim’s sweet, tight, tiny little cunt, so hot and wet for him. Tim takes it beautifully, squeezing down obediently as he gets fucked roughly, shoved back and forth between Damian’s cock and the dildo shoved into his mouth. Such a pretty, perfect bitch, taking it from both ends and doing it so well.
As Damian gets close, his knot starts to swell, getting too big for him to fuck it in and out of Tim’s cunt. Damian buries himself balls-deep again, grinding forwards in little motions, grinding his knot into Tim’s cunt. Tim whines and whimpers and sucks on the dildo in his mouth, making wet, sloppy noises around it. It’s fucking perfect.
Damian leans down again and growls directly into Tim’s ear. “Mine.” Damian bites down again, tearing into his omega bitch’s neck, leaving another vicious bite scar on his neck.
Tim whines, shuddering, and nods as best he can, strapped down with a dildo shoved in his mouth. His scent is so hot and sugary, all blissful, submissive omega. So happy to be a good bitch for Damian.
Damian comes with a snarl, his knot sticking tight inside of Tim’s tiny little pussy. Everything goes white with pleasure, and Damian digs his teeth in. His cock twitches inside of Tim’s perfect little cunt, filling the bitch up with wave after wave of hot alpha come. Tim clenches down on Damian’s knot over and over, squeezing down hard like a good boy.
Damian releases the bite and lets out a low purr. “What a good omega.” Damian licks, soothing and gentle, over the bites he’s left, and reaches a hand up to rub at the omega’s back. “Good pet.” Damian reaches up to unfasten the dildo from its stand, gently easing it out of Tim’s mouth. Tim lets out a soft moan as it’s taken out, panting heavily. He’s all flushed and sweaty, his skin hot to the touch.
“Th-thank you, Alpha,” Tim breathes out, his voice sounding wrecked.
Damian purrs again, pressing a kiss into Tim’s neck. What a perfect omega Bruce picked out for him. Damian’s so excited to have his very own pet, and such a sweet, beautiful, obedient one, with such a perfect little cunt. An incredibly fertile breeding bitch, too, by the smell of things. Damian’s mind is going wild, picturing all the games he’s going to play with his new pet.
Oh, they’re going to have so much fun together.