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Carlos Reyes was an alpha who wasn’t bonded yet, and that's why he was the only alpha currently enrolled in the Austin Police Department's Omega Project. It consisted of managing the discipline of omegas on government worksites when the bosses couldn't handle it.
When the report came in the night before, he was quite surprised; he hadn't known there was an omega working at Station 126. He was quite excited; he'd been going to pick up Michelle for almost two weeks so he could see TK Strand. The beta had pleasantly surprised him. He'd never slept with a beta like him; he couldn't get it out of his head, the way he reacted to his touches and kisses.
Although the beta avoided his gaze when they were around people. Since the day he'd invited him to dinner, the beta had stopped answering his messages. And although he understood he'd messed up with him, he wanted to ask for another chance to continue fucking.
It was because of betas like him that he could never settle for just any omega; they were too submissive in bed, and Carlos loved a challenge. He'd been captivated by TK's kisses, the way he'd arched against his body, and the way her face contorted in pleasure as he pounded into him, which had become one of his favorite masturbation memories. Even having to settle for his hand the night TK left his apartment, along with the faint scent he left near the door, was enough to make even his knot manifest.
When he parked his patrol car in the station parking lot, he decided to check that everything he needed was in order. He hoped it would be a quick one; he was supposed to have up to four hours to handle the situation; some omegas needed a lot of aftercare.
Although he didn't mind providing aftercare, there were many omegas who could form fictitious bonds with alphas who punished them, so he made sure to carry the gland protection collar in one of his pants pockets. He didn't want them to try to bite him if the omega got too intense. He shook his shoulders to ward off the thought; it wasn't common, and it wasn't going to happen to him. But he also made sure to bring the retainer for himself.
The Omega Project had trained him to suppress his urges; sometimes aftercare could make both the alpha and omega give in to their instincts a little more than usual. After all, punishment was an intense experience for any designation.
What surprised him was why they had used his service; most alpha bosses had no problem punishing the omegas in their charge. It could even be beneficial for workplace morale to have a boss capable of administering discipline.
Michelle oversaw punishing her subordinates; the alpha had even had to spank him a couple of times when they were younger. Which meant the omega wasn't part of the paramedics, something he was surprised to realize. The omega was part of the fire department.
When he entered the station, there was a group gathered near the ambulance; he immediately recognized Michelle.
"Hi, Michelle," he greeted, approaching.
A dozen curious eyes immediately turned to look at him. He only knew Nancy and Tim.
"Hi, Carlos," greeted the older alpha. "This is the new team: Paul, Marjan, Mateo, and you already know Nancy and Tim."
"Nice to meet you, Carlos Reyes," he introduced himself and shook everyone's hand.
"My shift isn't over yet, Officer Reyes," the woman said, amused.
"Official business for now," he said, feeling a blush rise to his face.
“So you're the executioner today,” Tim commented. Everyone laughed.
He noticed one of the firefighters with a disgruntled expression; he knew him because he'd wanted to be an official firefighter for quite some time.
“What's up, Mateo?” the officer asked.
“Judd shouldn't have filed an official complaint. The Captain doesn't like physical punishment. It was one of the first things he told us when we walked in,” he replied with a sad face.
Before he could answer, the only woman he hadn't met before responded.
“It's not about that, Probie. Physical punishment is good because it helps with guilt. My Captain spanked us all at my old station,” she replied with finality.
Mateo just nodded. That's when Carlos decided to go do his duty.
“Well, guys, I'll see you soon,” he said, signing off. “I'll come get you when you're done with your shift, Michelle.”
“Is today the day?” she asked, amused. Carlos nodded.
“The day of what?” was the last thing I heard Mateo say before heading up the stairs to the office.
-*-*-*-*-*
“TK, calm down, son,” his father protested. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“Isn’t it that big a deal? Because of this guy… now everyone at the station knows I’m an omega,” he said on the verge of tears.
Judd Ryder was sitting in the chair to his right. At least he had a remorseful expression. The day before, they had had an argument that, in TK’s opinion, had been entirely Judd’s fault, although the part where he decided to push him couldn’t be blamed on the man.
TK couldn’t stand it when people said that everything, he was had only to do with his father being a station captain; he loved working with his father. It wasn’t his fault that he was also a good firefighter, and it wasn’t his fault what had happened in the silo either.
“I didn’t know you were an omega. If I had, I wouldn’t have filed a formal complaint,” the older man tried to defend himself.
“What did you think was going to happen, Judd?” TK yelled. “What did you want to achieve with the formal complaint?”
“Just a mark on your file. You disobeyed me in an emergency, putting everyone at risk,” the man said calmly.
TK turned to his father for support, but the captain was staring at the documents on his desk. The documents that stated that TK, as an omega, had to be punished for misconduct at work.
Evidently, in Texas, incidents for omegas were handled differently than for the other two designations. While he understood that TK needed to be reprimanded for what he did yesterday in the field, he didn't really believe physical punishment was the answer.
And that's precisely why the three of them were in his office, waiting for a representative from Project Omega. An unbonded alpha who was going punish his son, because as captain of the station, he had what was obviously a “conflict of interest.” He hated those two words.
“TK, what you did yesterday deserves a reprimand. Besides, you signed the papers when we transferred,” he said, trying to calm his only son.
“How was I supposed to understand all that legal jargon?” he said, though it sounded more like the beginning of a tantrum.
“There’s nothing we can do. The complaint has already been filed,” he replied, a little tired. “The representative will be here soon, so I need you to calm down and accept the punishment.”
TK stamped his foot but remained standing. He didn’t want to give whoever was going to tease him with the satisfaction of taking him like some submissive omega.
“I’m sorry, TK. It never really crossed my mind that you could be an omega,” Judd was the one who broke his moment of reflection.
“What’s going to happen to the team now?” he asked, panicking for a completely different reason. “I don’t want to be benched because of my designation.”
And that was the reason why he hadn't said anything to his team. Even in New York, where the laws were very lax regarding discipline, not everyone looked favorably on an unbonded omega, or bonded for that matter, being in this line of work. The laws were supposedly sooo progressive these days. Bullshit.
At his station, only a few people knew about his designation, and more than half had to find out because of his fucking four-monthly heat. He sometimes didn't understand why omega heats were handled differently than alpha heats; it seemed like the latter were celebrated every now and then, what did it matter if they were every year instead of every four months?
He'd been to too many alpha heat parties in his life at the fire department in New York, everyone only too happy to spend four days fucking some poor, unsuspecting omega almost nonstop.
"No one's going to bench you for your designation," Judd said immediately. "Only if there's any other infraction, we'll have to appoint someone from the station to take charge."
"That's unfair. I don't see anyone else being punished like a child," he responded venomously.
"Omegas aren't punished like children; you just have different needs," Judd said, trying to calm him down.
"That's complete bullshit. No one I know needs to be spanked to do their damn job!" Although TK understood where that belief came from.
It was true that in the past he had dealt with guilt and poor decision-making in a very irresponsible way, partly because they had to move to Texas. He didn't really believe that the only way an omega felt better was to be physically disciplined.
"There are many studies that show that omegas react better to physical punishment," Judd replied calmly.
“Only meathead alphas like you think that!” Judd growled, and his jaw clenched.
“TK! Shut up and sit down!” his father exclaimed forcefully.
He tried his best to hide the fact that the tone shocked him. He sat down in the empty chair and crossed his arms, trying to keep the frustration he felt at the situation off his face.
He wasn't a weak omega who needed spanking to feel better about himself. Especially if it came from some meathead alpha who thought with his penis. The three remained silent, each analyzing their own ideas.
Owen, for his part, understood that what was about to happen had some merit; he hadn't been the best at handling his son's behavior. He and Gwen never believed in that type of discipline, and he never used such punishments in any of his relationships.
Judd was upset. On the one hand, he was pleased that little Strand was going to be punished for his previous offense, but he knew that bringing up his designation in the workplace was horrible for anyone. Specifically, in his workplace. While he didn't think it would be a real problem on this team, Owen had chosen some good people, and he didn't think it would be an issue they'd have to deal with. They'd been working together for a couple of months; he didn't think TK's caste would be something that would really affect morale.
A couple of knocks on the door brought them out of their reverie. Judd turned to see TK, who suddenly looked pale and scared.
"Come in!" Owen's voice broke the tension.
"Good afternoon, Captain. I'm Officer Reyes, representing Project Omega. I'm here for..." said the newcomer.
Owen sized him up; he was dark-skinned and handsome, closer to his son's age than the other two. Inside his uniform, he imagined a pretty toned body; if the biceps he displayed were anything to go by, his uniform looked like it would explode if he pushed himself.
"Carlos, nice to see you," Judd exclaimed, interrupting the newcomer.
"Oh, hi, Judd," he said, confused. "I thought the captain was alone."
"Hello, come in, officer," Owen said, waving his arm as he stood up and walked around his desk. "I'm Captain Owen Strand. Call me Owen, okay?"
At this, the man’s eyes widened in surprise, seemingly noticing the third person in the room. His mouth dropped open as his gaze fell on his son, who was staring at the officer in shock, almost immediately turning crimson.
"And what are you doing here?" What came out of TK's mouth was almost a shriek.
The officer quickly recovered from his surprise, interesting.
"I'm here regarding a situation pertaining to Project Omega. If we could talk privately, Captain Strand," he said formally.
"You can call me Owen. I really don't know how these kinds of things are handled," he said, referring to Judd, who was the only one with experience in these situations.
Judd, for his part, remained seated, looking between TK and Carlos. TK looked at the floor, but his blush hadn't completely gone away, while Carlos looked at the young man with a look that spoke volumes. Shit, I didn't know if this also qualified as a conflict of interest. Although if I knew one thing about Carlos, it was that he took his job too seriously to let his crush interfere.
"Give the papers to Carlos, Owen," he decided, for everyone's sake, to take charge.
The man behind the desk nodded and passed the folder to the officer, who immediately began reading what was needed for this case.
TK felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He understood that Austin was smaller than New York, but in what world would Carlos have to be the one in charge of punishing him? Especially when he'd tried so hard to hide his designation. The suppressants kept his ass from lubricating, and the spray hid his omega scent perfectly.
When they first arrived in Austin, he'd decided not to mess with any alphas. But the first time they went out to celebrate, and he saw the alpha staring at him, you couldn't blame anyone. Carlos was hot, and he was looking at him like a well-cooked piece of meat. After that, they had gone to the officer's house one morning, and it had been one of the best fucks of his life.
The alpha is well-endowed and knows exactly how to use what nature gave him. The only problem was that Carlos apparently didn't know the magic behind casual sex, and TK had done an excellent job avoiding the other guy. He knew Carlos had been going to the station looking for Michelle Blake since the day he left her apartment very offended.
"How do you want to handle this, Captain?" the officer asked. "Do you want to stay as a witness, or is there somewhere else we have to go?"
"Oh, no, no," was his father's immediate response. "I don't want to be present, or do I have to be here?"
"No, I'm more than capable of handling these situations," Carlos immediately exclaimed. "Do you have a number in mind? Or a specific time?"
Owen's face was a picture; he really didn't know how to answer those questions; he had no experience in these situations. He turned to look at Judd, completely confused and with a look of panic.
“I think we'll leave that up to you, Officer Reyes,” was Judd's response. Thank heavens.
Owen was very upset; he really didn't want TK to suffer unnecessarily. But he also understood that this had to get through to his son's head to avoid repeating this in the future, for everyone's sake.
“Do you have any implements in mind?” the officer asked again.
At this, his son's face turned maroon, and he pulled his legs up to try to curl up in the chair.
“I don't know what the protocol is… Judd?” Owen asked again.
“Why are you asking him?” TK protested from his chair.
“Because this is a punishment for you,” Judd replied. “I think it's best if Carlos handles everything. I don't want to make a bigger problem between us.”
Owen nodded and started toward the door. He signaled to Judd, and they both left the office, closing it.
"Why didn't you tell me you were an omega?" Carlos decided to break the silence.
TK was in the chair, his legs wrapped around each other, and he didn't seem like he was going to move or speak. His eyes were a little watery, which made his alpha instinct kick in.
"Why? So would you start thinking less of me?" he asked back, but without making eye contact. "You've already ruined something that was working."
"I'm sorry you've had bad experiences with alphas before, TK," he said, ignoring the last part.
"Fuck off," came the reply. "I don't want to keep putting up with this shit. How about we just stay silent until you have to go?"
"Stand up and let's get this over with then," the alpha said.
He didn't want to fight with the omega; it was hard for him to stop seeing him as a beta. In his mind, omegas weren't like that, and although it sounded a bit derogatory, he had always lived with more submissive omegas.
"TK, please," he said again, because the omega hadn't moved from his chair.
"I don't want to, I don't need a spanking, especially not from you," he said, but it sounded more like a tantrum.
Carlos decided he would have to take things differently. He grabbed the other man's arm and forcefully lifted him out of the chair. TK gasped, offended, but he couldn't stop the alpha from sitting down in the chair and placing him on his lap.
"Let's be silent," he began to grind his hand against his ass.
TK decided not to give in to the alpha, but after a couple of minutes, he started to let out small whimpers. At that point, Carlos decided to move on to the second step, where with an expert hand, he unbuttoned the omega's pants without lifting him from his lap, simply reaching between his own legs and pulling them down to expose TK's rear end.
The omega tried to pull the garment back up with his right hand, which Carlos used to stop with the same hand holding his waistband. He continued the assault on his buttocks, now without the protection of his uniform pants.
"Stop, please," TK's voice was almost a whimper.
"You shouldn't have disobeyed Judd on the phone call," the alpha commented, continuing the spanking.
TK tried with all his might to hold back tears; he was biting his lip quite hard. But the alpha didn't slow down the cadence of his blows. Almost five minutes later, he felt his eyes watering, although he wasn't going to give any alpha the satisfaction. It was the first time anyone had ever laid a finger on him like that.
"I hope you understand that what I'm about to say next has nothing to do with your designation," Carlos said, slapping the base of his ass four especially hard times. "But trying to start a fight is not acceptable in any work environment."
"Yes, Carlos," he responded immediately. "I won't do it again. Stop hitting me."
The alpha finished with 10 more hard slaps. By the time he was done, TK's eyes were wet with unshed tears. But he managed to maintain his composure.
Carlos tried to hug the omega, but TK simply straightened his uniform again and left the office without a word. It was probably going to be almost impossible for TK to give him another chance. Why did this have to happen to him?
He went downstairs to say goodbye to Michelle, and her face must have said it all because she hugged him before leaving the station in her patrol car.
“Poor baby,” she said, kissing him on the forehead. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
-*-*-*-*-*-*
When one of his coworkers handed him the evidence bag as he was finishing his shift without saying anything else, he was about to throw it back until he read the name on the tag.
Walking to his desk, he immediately recognized the omega. He was buried in his own arms, holding a sanitary napkin in his left hand.
"Really?" Stand's sarcastic expression only increased his annoyance.
"Austin is a small town, TK," he replied more seriously, but without sounding like a complaint. "Or should I say Tyler Kennedy?"
His parents had a habit of calling him by his full name when he was in trouble. Judging by the omega's face, it was a good tactic.
"Ugh," the omega groaned.
"Unfortunately, when you get arrested, people can find out your full name and designation," he said reproachfully. "Which is the first time I've learned anything real about you."
“You knew my caste and my name from this afternoon,” the officer decided to ignore the tone.
“The good news is that none of your new friends want to talk about tonight’s altercation. And since you blew 0.0, they can’t even accuse you of “moral violations,” he said, returning to his professional tone.
“And what’s the bad news?” the omega asked sadly.
“The bad news means you did all of it with a cool head,” the officer scolded.
He turned to stare at the younger man. TK’s lip was cut, and he had a couple of other bruises, which made Carlos take a decision. He couldn’t just stand idly by; it had been a mistake to leave the station like that.
“I’m not trying to be your boyfriend, or even your friend if it’s not something you’re interested in,” he said in a softer tone. “But you and I are going to talk about why you decided to do something so suicidal. An omega in a bar looking for a fight.”
TK's face was remorseful, but he also had an expression that seemed like he wanted to keep picking a fight. Which only cemented the decision he'd just made. He handed him a box of tissues, also uncuffing him.
The omega took just one and made no attempt to run away. Carlos released a bit of calming pheromones, which almost immediately relaxed the younger man.
"You have blood on that side," he commented, opening the folder. The faster he finished the paperwork, the sooner they could leave.
In the chair, the omega was wiping the other corner of his mouth.
"On the other side," he indicated with his hand.
TK just stuck the tissue to the wrong side.
"Stop it, let me," he said, taking another tissue and holding it close to the blood.
"So, what are we going to talk about?" TK asked quietly.
"Give me a few minutes and we'll go," the officer replied. He also didn't want to scare the younger man.
“Sorry for going crazy with you the other night,” TK continued.
“I'm a cop, I'm used to crazy,” he replied in a softer tone.
“I had a bad breakup, nuclear level,” TK said. “And then a relapse.”
“With me as the alpha?” he asked, offended.
“With narcotics,” came the reply.
Carlos felt his stomach drop. He stared at the omega; now much of his behavior made sense, and then a thought flashed through his head. Shit.
“Oh, that’s why you got upset with the champagne,” the officer gasped. “Oh, I’m an idiot.”
“No, it’s not that,” he replied almost immediately. “Don’t worry about it.”
Carlos nodded, though he felt bad for not having thought that some of the reaction hadn’t been entirely his fault.
“Everything’s been gray since I got here. I just feel empty all the time,” TK continued. “So, I just wanted to feel something.”
“You’re going to end up feeling more than that when I’m done with you,” Carlos replied.
TK’s eyes widened in surprise. The realization came a moment later, but he didn’t budge from his chair. He didn’t want to anger Carlos; now that he knew practically everything about him, it could get him into trouble with his father if he told him the truth.
A few minutes later, the officer finished whatever he was writing on the paperwork. He stood up from his desk and extended his hand, helping him to his feet. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously injured.
They both left the precinct and walked to a black Camaro parked in the back. He never let go of her hand until they were at the passenger door.
"This is your last chance to refuse. If we go to my house, I won't let you go until I'm satisfied and you're very sorry," Carlos said, touching her cheek with his other hand and connecting their gazes. "I'm serious, TK, what you did was very dangerous."
Part of his brain was telling him to run and get away from the alpha as quickly as possible, but another large part could see why this could be a good thing. He didn't want to agree with him, but even though the afternoon's punishment had been painful, it hadn't entirely helped with his guilt. Like when you start listening to a song and need it to end so you can calm down again.
"Yes, Carlos. I understand," he said, squeezing his hand.
The alpha opened the door and waited until he was settled and buckled up before closing it.
The walk to the older man's apartment was silent. He assumed Carlos had experience in these situations. When they turned into a pharmacy, he recognized from the two times he'd been there, he began to shift in his seat, nervous.
They entered the apartment, and TK felt his stomach in knots; it was a completely different atmosphere. He entered with a completely different goal than before.
Carlos led him by the arm to a corner of the living room after closing the door. For a moment, he didn't react until the alpha released him, facing the wall.
"I want you to stay here, without moving from this corner while I change," he said over his shoulder, his breath contacting his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “Verbal responses, Tyler Kennedy.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, hugging himself.
TK stood in the corner as he listened to Carlos change his clothes, shifting his weight from leg to leg. Still hugging his body, he was nervous. He felt the situation was completely different from the station. Here he was at the alpha's house, and he'd offered to be punished, unlike the afternoon when he'd completely fought back.
Also, the white printed T-shirt and jeans he was currently wearing were nothing like the security his uniform offered. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
“Tyler, come here,” Carlos's voice snapped him out of his reverie.
The officer was wearing a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants and was standing in front of the chair. He walked over to face him, suddenly feeling much smaller, even though his height was almost the same.
Carlos sat in the middle of the chair and moved him by the hips to begin unbuttoning his jeans.
"What the fuck are you doing?" TK said, trying to stop him.
Carlos grabbed both wrists and squeezed them to prevent any further movement.
"I recommend you watch your language, Tyler Kennedy," he said, pulling down his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion.
The omega gave an offended gasp that did him no good. Carlos moved him to his right and, pulling his wrists again, threw him onto his lap. Almost immediately, he began spanking him, and damn, from the start, he felt a complete difference from the spanking he'd received at the station.
His uniform had absorbed most of the impact, which he was now feeling directly on his skin. He immediately felt a blush rise to his face and neck. He must have cut a fine figure, with his pants and underwear around his knees, both wrists held by the alpha's left hand as he punished him like a child.
"Carlos, it hurts," he complained.
“This's how I should have dealt with you at the station,” he said, punctuating his words with four hard spanks.
TK let out small moans as he felt the spanking accumulate. It seemed like a constant pain had settled in his ass. Shit, it hurt like hell, and his eyes were wet from holding back tears.
As the minutes passed, he tried to get up from the alpha's lap, who immediately let go of his wrists to hold his waist. This made him try to cover himself with his right hand, which Carlos reached down to his lower back, although he was gentle enough to intertwine their fingers.
“Alpha, it hurts,” he said, struggling against the tears that began to run down his cheeks. “It hurts, alphaaa.”
Carlos continued spanking the man on his lap, and he could suddenly smell TK's first fully omega pheromones. He had to suppress a growl; a hurt omega was one of the first things an alpha was designed to help. But he couldn't stop the punishment until his omega understood that what he'd done was wrong.
"I hope this is the last conversation about fighting, Tyler," the officer scolded.
"I-I promise," he said between sobs.
The alpha continued spanking for a few more minutes, until TK suddenly relaxed in his lap, devoting himself solely to crying. That's when the alpha called the punishment over and carefully began rubbing circles on the omega's back.
"There, baby," he said, releasing calming pheromones. "All is forgiven, love."
TK continued crying, even though it hurt and he could feel his ass completely warm. Another kind of heat began to spread through his belly. The caresses on his back and the loving words coming from the alpha's mouth were taking their toll. And although the suppressants are supposed to prevent his reactions, he could feel his sphincter lubricating.
Carlos let out a groan as he could smell not only the pheromones, but also the best smell he'd ever had the pleasure of smelling. He also became aware that TK's penis was hard against his leg, and the omega began to rub against it.
"Los, alpha?" It was more of a moan than anything else.
Carlos helped TK stand up, and immediately the omega wrapped his arms around his neck. His legs positioned themselves on either side of the older man's hips, and TK began to grind himself, seeking friction.
"TK, wait, love," he held the omega's hips with both hands. "Baby, we need to talk."
The omega interpreted this as a rejection because he began to cry again and began to push away from Carlos. A rather complicated pain surfaced in his chest; his alpha was rejecting him. It was the worst thing that could happen to him in his life.
Carlos, noticing TK's frantic crying, along with the pheromone blast that meant the omega was hurt, hugged him again and tried to calm the man down.
"TK, calm down. I'm not rejecting you, but we need to talk before anything happens." These words, along with the calming pheromones, made TK stop moving.
"It hurts, alpha," the omega moaned, burying his face in his neck.
"I know, babe," he replied again, rubbing circles on his back. "Let's go to sleep, and tomorrow we'll talk about everything."
TK got up and waited for Carlos to do the same. The alpha surprised him by taking off his shirt and helping him get rid of his pants. Already naked, Carlos hugged him, then almost immediately lifted him up, placing his hands on his legs. TK clutched his shoulders and hugged him with his torso.
Tomorrow will be a new day. He would sleep cuddled with his alpha, who, despite punishing him, had managed to make him feel at peace. Everything was going to be okay.