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Thiago and Raul hold hands as they approach the Seven Hills Omega Sanctuary, ready to get a start on the next phase of their life. The complex is gorgeous, nestled high in the mountains of the Pyrenees, both naturally all but unassailable and surrounded by pristine beauty to match the pristine beauty inside. Well, somewhat less than pristine inside, but the alphas like to be optimistic about these things.
The charming, old fashioned architecture and well tended greenery are surrounded by a tall, wrought iron fence. The iron bars are wide enough apart not to obstruct vision, but they hum with electricity if you stand too close and they’re topped with barbed wire high enough that it doesn’t obscure the sight lines.
“Certainly the nicest Omega Sanctuary I’ve seen,” Thiago remarks. “I see why they come so strongly recommended.” He’s a bit of a romantic at heart. Though Raul is the other half of his soul, he adores the idea of a sweet, well cared for omega to call his own. Omegas from public sanctuaries tend to come with behavioral issues he’d rather avoid.
They follow the helpful signs around to the visitor’s entrance. It’s a long walk. The path from the parking lot to the visitor’s entrance deliberately winds around the sub-quota omega housing. This is always the nicest, showiest part of any Omega Sanctuary, but Thiago still thinks it’s worth taking a look.
The housing is quite spacious. Rows of small cottages sit close to the fence, each one with a one way mirror at the back of the house so passing alphas can get a good look inside.
“What about this one?” Thiago asks, pointing to a young omega still inside his cottage. “He’s kind of cute.”
The omega is primping and preening in the mirror, trying on various outfits and then leaning close to the mirror to apply lipstick. Of course, he has no way of knowing if any alphas are watching, but he can hope. The crop top he settles on shows off his stretch marks, but his stomach is flat and he wears the blue bracelet designating him as available for breeding.
“He looks like a bimbo,” Raul says, scornfully. “No books on the shelves. Besides, you had your heart set on a virgin, right?”
Thiago laughs. “I would like a virgin,” he clarifies. “That’s probably gonna be way out of budget, even if they have one available though. How about that one?”
The next house has a young woman bent over some kind of contraption of gears and wires. Her body is as covered as the Sanctuary allows, even including a heavy leather apron.
“Expensive hobbies,” Raul grimaces. “That’s the problem with this place. Their clientele is expensive enough that they can afford to spoil an omega or too.”
“We don't need to let her keep those hobbies.”
Raul raises an eyebrow, glancing up at Thiago. “She will give you puppy dog eyes one time and you will fold immediately and next thing you know, our marriage bed will be turned into her workshop. I’m not having it. We want someone more biddable.”
The next couple omegas they pass are already pregnant. One is napping and the other is bent over the toilet with morning sickness. Raul rejects them both out of hand.
“We don’t want a sub-quota omega at all,” he reminds Thiago, who can’t help but window shop. “We agreed we want to take one home and if we take it home sub-quota, it’s our job to make sure it reaches quota.”
“So we can take home one that’s on four,” Thiago points out.
“We have to get to the visitor’s center to find out which ones those are,” Raul retorts, ruefully shooing his husband along.
Finally, they make it to the visitor’s center. It’s a classy wooden building built on either side of the gates. Thiago assumes it’s a facade over much sturdier construction so no omegas escape in case of a fire, but it certainly looks pleasant enough as they walk in. After two sets of heavy double doors is a wide, bright area set up like a small market, though it’s empty. At the far end is a recessed booth like a ticket booth where the receptionist is waiting. They greet the receptionist, a polite middle aged beta man, and tell him they have an appointment with the product manager for a consultation. He makes a quick phone call and soon the door into the rest of the facility opens.
To their surprise, they’re greeted by an omega. She’s shorter than both of them, but wearing high heels that put her at least level with Raul and a high ponytail that grants the illusion of an edge. She’s also wearing a smart purple suit with a skirt down past her knees. Her midriff is completely covered despite the pleasant spring weather.
“Pleasure to meet you,” she says sweetly. “My name is Veronica. I work for the Master of the House. Now, I hear you’re looking for an incubator for your first child. Is that right?”
“We’re looking for a mate, ideally,” Raul replies. “We’d rather take one home.”
Veronica nods. “Of course, sirs. Well, in that case, I can take you straight to our post-quota stock.”
“What about the sub-quotas on four?” Thiago asks.
Veronica smiles. It’s not a sweet expression. “Most of our omegas ready to matriculate out of the public facing program already have mates lined up and waiting for them months or even years in advance. You can always buy a contract out from under the existing contractor, of course, but– might I inquire as to your intended budget?”
Thiago names a number. Raul names a lower one.
Veronica nods. “Even at the upper limit of your budget, all of our public facing omegas are currently contracted at more than double that. I can show you some of the cheaper options if you’d be interested in–”
“No, thank you,” Raul cuts her off.
“There’s no harm in looking, right?” Thiago asks. “Sub quota is as close to a virgin as I’m gonna get. Hey, are there any I can get a taste of even if I don’t buy?”
“If you offer a blood sample for quick STI testing – and it comes back clean – any omega over a month pregnant is available for use at any time,” Veronica explains.
“Are you pregnant?” Raul asks sharply.
Veronica smiles stiffly. “I am not.”
“You ready to be?”
“That is not your business. I am long past quota and that is all the information I owe you. Now, would you two be interested in conceiving twins perhaps? We have a couple threes who aren’t spoken for yet and it’s not too hard to induce a double ovulation with two alphas present.”
Raul smirks at Veronica’s blatant attempt to change the subject, but Thiago sounds interested in what she has to offer.
“Sure, we can take a look around,” Thiago says.
“Perfect. Right this way.”
Veronica leads them through another set of double doors into the Omega Sanctuary proper. A beta guard quietly files into place behind them, armed with a stun prod if they get too rowdy. Apparently it’s enough assurance that Veronica has no concerns about letting the alphas follow behind her. Raul considers pinning her to the wall of the nearest cottage about it, but Thiago grabs his hand and strokes a thumb over his knuckles. It calms him down for the moment.
They go down the public facing row first. The preening omega from before emerges from his cottage, but Veronica shakes her head at him and ushers him back inside. “He’s only had the one birth,” she explains. She stops by the first pregnant one and offers Thiago a go, but it’s hard for him to get into the virginity kink when they’re already swollen with someone else’s seed. After that, they skip the pregnant ones. Most of the omegas have only had one or two pregnancies and the ones on three all turn out to be women, which Raul is uninterested in. The fours are left alone. The people rich and powerful enough to lay claim to them are not people Thiago and Raul are interested in offending by accidentally leaving marks on their omegas.
“Well, that’s all there is to show of this section,” Veronica says after giving them a loop through the housing area. It’s full of charming little gardens and crafts. She tells them that the omegas have a chance to sell their wares at the visitor’s center where they can meet guests and try to woo a mate.
“And what happens if they don’t manage to woo a mate by the time they hit quota?” Raul asks.
“That’s where gentlemen like you come in,” Veronica says.
This time, she takes them past the gym and workshops and cafeteria and library and movie theater and laundromat to a building that is hidden from the view of visitors by the mountains. It’s still the same faux-wood as everything else, but it’s an imposing, several story tall construction.
“So, tell me more of what you were looking for. Male, definitely. Someone with as few births as possible, right? Just five or six?”
“I could go up to seven,” Thiago offers, trying to be helpful.
“What about temperament?”
“Eager to please,” Raul cuts in. “Grateful. Docile.”
Veronica nods. “And do you know how many children you want to have in total?”
“Why would that matter? We’re taking a breeder home,” Raul snaps.
Something flickers across Veronica’s face. “To tell you the truth, I had an idea for a bit of a– a charity case, if you will. He doesn’t quite fit with the post-quota center.”
“We don’t want a charity case,” Raul says.
“We wanted someone to care for,” Thiago breaks in. “Not as many issues as a public breeder, sure, but what’s the fun if they don’t need us for anything?”
Raul ponders for a moment. “If it makes a difference, we only wanted the one kid.”
A smile of open relief crosses Veronica’s face. “I think that will do the trick, then. I warn you, he will not seem as friendly when you meet him, but I think he will do quite well when you take him home.”
Raul rolls his eyes. “Okay, stop beating around the bush. Take us to him and let us judge for ourselves.”
The first level of the post-quota building is mostly empty except for a couple computers linked to the Sanctuary’s private internal data centers, some couches, and an elevator at the end. They take the elevator up to the fifth floor. The fifth floor has a carpeted hallway reminiscent of an old fashioned hotel, though each door is solid steel and locked with a keypad.
Veronica goes to the third door on the left and taps it lightly. “Bastien?” she calls. “Are you awake? You have some visitors!”
“Go away!” an angry voice comes through, distant and muffled.
“Promising,” Raul whispers to Thiago.
Veronica punches a long string of numbers into the keypad and opens the door. Inside is a small apartment no larger than a hotel room. There’s a bathroom to the left and a fridge, microwave and small table to the right on a grand total of four kitchen tiles. The bed is at the back of the room against a sealed window with a TV opposite. Next to the TV is a wardrobe and a small table and chair. A treadmill in one corner and a bookcase against the wall rounds out the entertainment options.
“Where’s the omega?” Thiago asks.
Veronica sighs. “Under the bed,” she admits. “I’ll wait outside. Holler when you’re finished. If you kill him, you pay triple his asking price.” She closes the door behind them and it locks.
Thiago’s heart flutters. He’s kind of excited if he’s being honest. He’s gonna be a papa! He looks at Raul’s grouchy expression. “Just give me a second,” he says. “I wanna try something.”
He goes further into the room and sits down under the TV. There’s only about a foot of clearance between him and the bed. “Hey, buddy,” he says. “How are you doing down there?”
“Go away,” the omega cries again.
“That’s the plan,” Thiago says. “Just let me get a look at you first.”
The omega snorts. He doesn’t emerge.
“What’s got you so upset anyway?” Thiago asks.
The omega screeches. “What kind of stupid fucking question is that?”
“Maybe I’m a stupid fucking guy,” Thiago answers placidly.
“I don’t want to be here !” the omega cries.
“Good!” Thiago says. “I don’t want you to be here either. Why don’t you come out of there so we can talk?”
“I don’t want you to knock me up either,” the omega insists.
That might be a little more of a problem. Raul raises an eyebrow at Thiago. Thiago puts a finger to his lips.
“Okay, you don’t want me to knock you up,” Thiago repeats, making it sound almost like a promise. “What’s your name? I’m Thiago.”
“...Bastien.”
“Alright, Bastien. Nice to meet you. How long have you been in this room anyway?”
“Three years, eight months, seventy-two days,” Bastien replies bitterly. “Not like anyone’s counting.”
Thiago hums in a way he hopes sounds sympathetic. “And how many babies have you had?”
“Two since they put me here.”
“Two in three years?” Thiago asks.
“More like four years,” Bastien admits. “They knew I wasn’t gonna get mated after I gave birth to my quota five, so they put me here before I gave birth to that one and then I had one more since.”
“That’s… wow,” Thiago says. “That’s a really long time. You must be really lonely up here.”
Bastien screeches again. “ Do you think I would be less lonely if I was getting knocked up all the time ?” he roars.
“I think you should talk to me more politely than that,” Thiago says coolly.
Bastien doesn’t say anything.
“Here’s the deal,” Thiago offers.
Bastien laughs bitterly. “Don’t fucking offer me a deal like that means anything.”
“Alright, fine,” Thiago agrees. “Here’s the situation . You’re getting knocked up today. You’re going to bear my child. That’s going to happen whether you like it or not. You already know that.”
Bastien whimpers with fear, but doesn’t deny it. Thiago wouldn’t believe it if he did. Wouldn’t believe he even thought it possible.
“Now, my husband is here too. His name is Raul. Say hi, Raul.”
“Hi, Raul,” Raul says dryly.
“My husband and I want to adopt an omega to take home, but he’s fussy. He doesn’t want to deal with you if you’re going to be a hassle. Now, I don’t mind sitting down for a chitchat. I can be patient with you, even when he doesn’t want to. I do that all the time. But I don’t want to have to drag you out from under the bed. So, that’s your choice. You can come with me and get out of here or you can be knocked up anyway and stuck here for another baby and for however many more it takes to find someone willing to put up with you. What’ll it be, Bastien?”
There’s a long silence and then a low wail. “ I just don’t want to be pregnant anymore !” Bastien sobs.
It occurs to Thiago that this is probably why Veronica wanted to know how many children they were having. It’s perfectly legal to tie an omega’s tubes once they’ve hit quota. In fact, it’s recommended. Given that omegas ovulate every time an alpha bites their mating gland, it’s a lot easier to have them fixed than to deal with a new pregnancy every couple days. Or to use a condom. Condoms are gross. But, Thiago thinks telling Bastien that would make it too easy for him. He wants Bastien to be taking a leap of faith on them. They can reward that trust later.
“Sometimes we don’t get what we want,” Thiago says. “But today you have the choice to get one thing you do want. Do you want to get out of here?”
No response. No refusal. It’s basically a yes, as scared as this omega is.
“Here, I won’t even make you come to me,” Thiago offers. “Just get on the bed. That’ll be good enough. Just get on the bed. Just show me you’re willing to try.”
Another long pause. Almost long enough that Thiago tries to speak again, but then Bastien’s voice comes, soft and fearful.
“Can you– can you wait in the bathroom? Please?”
Thiago considers. “I can, but if you run away again, I’m not keeping you.” He doesn’t force Bastien to answer this one, just retreats back next to Raul. “What do you think?” he asks his dear husband.
“If I let you have this one, will you stop badgering me about adopting a cat?” Raul asks.
“Of course, dearest,” Thiago says, smiling innocently.
“And no just bringing one home without asking either.”
Before Thiago can protest, there’s movement by the bed. A rustling sound and then a scraggly, unkempt omega slowly climbs into the bed, already nude. His eyes are squeezed shut, as are his legs.
“Best do this quick, before our new friend loses his nerve,” Thiago whispers. He pulls his cock out of his pants and strokes himself fully hard before coming back to Bastien’s bed.
Bastien is far from Thiago’s virgin fantasies. His stomach, thighs, and ass are a tear of stretch marks dark and thick like claw scars. At least one c-section scar too, if Thiago is any judge, though it’s hidden by a thick happy trail. His chest sags with tiny almost-breasts. His face is paler than it should be, already light skin almost papery from too long without adequate sunlight, though Thiago can see the window shades open from the inside.
Thiago settles on the bed next to Bastien, intending to take things slowly.
Bastien grabs his wrists. His grip is shockingly tight and his nails are trimmed back to the quick in a way that indicates this isn’t the first time he’s done this.
“Sweetheart,” Thiago chides, as quiet and gentle as he can. “Can you try for me?”
“I did,” Bastien whimpers.
“That’s right,” Thiago agrees, nodding to Raul, who quietly slides towards the door. “You did try for me, sweetheart. That was very good. I’m very proud of you. Do you think you can do one more thing for me?”
Bastien glares. His eyes are a very pretty shade of green. Thiago considers if it might be worth getting permanent eyeliner tattooed on him to highlight them and then remembers that this is probably not the time or place to be focusing on that. “Fucking alphas,” he bites out. “Always moving the fucking goalposts.”
“I did no such thing,” Thiago retorts. “Except maybe moving them closer for you. We’re not taking you home unless you’re pregnant and we can’t get you pregnant until your hands are out of the way. You did very good getting on the bed for me, but you knew that wasn’t the final goal.”
Emotions flicker across Bastien’s face, finally flickering into a wavering sob. He doesn’t let go. He also doesn’t notice the door open a crack and Raul accept a key from Veronica. Raul unlocks the wardrobe. A moment later, he tosses something on the bed. A pair of padded handcuffs.
“Thanks, babe,” Thiago says.
He twists out of Bastien’s hold without any trouble and cuffs Bastien instead before the stricken omega has time to react. As he does that, Raul climbs into the bed and sits cross legged behind Bastien. Thiago throws the cuffed loop of Bastien’s arms over Raul’s shoulders so Bastien is pinned to the wall by Raul’s body and Raul has his hands free.
Bastien startles and yelps, writhing and bucking, but there’s nowhere for him to go.
Thiago pushes Bastien’s legs open and settles between them. It’s not hard. Bastien clearly hasn’t been trying to keep his strength up and Thiago is large and strong even by alpha standards.
“Let’s get a good look at what we’re working with here,” he says. Even knowing how stressed the poor omega is, he’s in no mood to rush.
Bastien’s cock is larger than the average omega, large enough that it covers half his cunt where it flops limply between his legs in some kind of parody of modesty. The cunt itself is a reasonable size with large, puffy lips that makes Thiago think it will be a delight to tease and torment once Bastien learns to cope with sex better. Thiago only has to stroke himself a couple times to get hard enough. He pulls out the little packet of lube he brought with him – letting Bastien kick uselessly at his back and shoulders while he does so – and prepares himself.
“There we are, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Are you ready for me to put my baby in you?”
“No!” Bastien shrieks, trying as hard as he can to close his legs.
“He’s really not,” Raul breaks in.
For a moment, Bastien freezes, hoping beyond hope.
“He’s not going to ovulate if you don’t mate him properly first.”
Thiago laughs. “Right! I knew I was forgetting something.” He kisses Raul tenderly. “What would I do without you, babe?”
“Forget your own head if it wasn’t screwed on?” Raul offers. He lets go of Bastien’s tits and pulls the omega’s hair to the side to expose the mating gland.
“Love you too,” Thiago chuckles and steals another kiss.
The gland is in surprisingly good condition, hardly scarred at all, but then, Thiago is used to only mating popular public sanctuary omegas who have probably been pregnant dozens of times before he ever touches them. If Thiago squints, ignores that one mark right there, he can pretend it’s completely untouched.
He bites in. Bastien goes limp under him. It’s not a reaction he’s used to. He knows omegas are never as into it as they act, but they do usually at least act like they like it. There’s something refreshingly honest about the way Bastien acts. He worries the gland a bit until he’s sure he’s released an egg then lets go and licks it a few times to close the wound.
Then he lines up, shoves Bastien’s still limp cock out of the way, and presses the head of his own cock to the omega’s dry cunt.
“Are you ready for me to put my baby in you?” he asks again.
Bastien shakes his head.
Thiago plays with Bastien’s cock. His fingers are still slick with the extra lube. He’s having trouble getting Bastien hard, which makes sense given Bastien’s clear terror, but he gets some moans and whines that at least don’t sound entirely like fear. “I can wait until you’re ready,” he says placidly.
“Then you can wait until the egg dies,” Bastien snarls.
He yelps when Raul pinches his nipple hard in response, but Thiago just smiles down at him, his fingers digging bruises into Bastien’s thighs just from holding him in place. Just from Bastien’s own efforts to prevent the inevitable. “Then I’ll knock you up and leave you here,” he replies cheerfully. “Is that what you want? To be pregnant and stuck here alone?”
Bastien’s face turns into a rictus grimace. “... no,” he admits.
“So, what do you want?”
Bastien opens his mouth. Bastien closes his mouth without saying anything.
Thiago taps his cock against Bastien’s cunt like he might tap his foot while waiting impatiently. Raul just runs his hands up and down Bastien’s chest, playing idly with the hair on his chest and stomach.
Bastien sobs.
Thiago waits.
“I–” Bastien says. He stops. He squeezes his eyes closed, takes another deep, gasping breath. “I’mreadyforyoutoputyourbabyinme,” he blurts out.
Thiago sends himself balls deep on the first thrust. Just one slow, relentless push until there’s no resistance left and no further in he can go. Bastien clearly has no natural slick of his own yet, but there are medicines for that, and besides, that’s not the point. The point is that Thiago owns him. Owns his body, yes, but owns his will too. He pulls back, almost all the way out, then thrusts again, just as deep, relentless and grinding. Beneath him, Bastien does nothing but sob as Raul calmly wipes the tear tracks off his face.
Thiago picks up the pace, each thrust shoving Bastien back against Raul, the bulwark of calm that he is. Thiago is groaning with pleasure, Bastien with anguish, and Raul films it all on his phone, making sure the moment of their child’s conception is captured for them to cherish later. Raul is resting his chin on Bastien’s shoulder with his arms around Bastien’s middle, the phone going back and forth between Thiago’s face and where their bodies are joined. At this angle, only Bastien’s cunt will be visible. Nothing of his face. That’s not the part of him that matters.
It’s the realization that Bastien can see exactly what Raul is filming that finally sets Thiago over the edge. His orgasm washes over him like a tidal wave. He loses his sense of himself for a moment. When he returns, he’s knotted to Bastien, who is staring off into space, sobbing quietly.
“Should I do the paperwork then?” Raul asks, quietly amused.
“I mean, there’s no reason to stay here,” Thiago says. “And, well–” he tugs his hips back. Bastien follows, those pretty puffy cunt lips of his locked around Thiago’s knot by Thiago’s sheer girth.
Raul uncuffs Bastien’s hands, presses a kiss to his forehead, and then ties his hands together again with one arm over and the other under Thiago’s shoulders so he’s held on Thiago’s front like a reverse piggyback ride.
Thiago wraps one hand under Bastien’s ass – he doesn’t want the omega’s entire weight on his cock – and carefully stands up. He almost over balances and falls flat on his face, but he adjusts. Bastien, moaning weakly as Thiago’s knot moves inside him with every step, seems to be having a harder time.
True to her word, Veronica is waiting outside. She can’t possibly have just been standing there the whole time they were in there, but she answers the door without a single hair out of place and guides them downstairs to fill out the transfer of custody paperwork.
It’s actually very straightforward and simple, which makes sense. Anyone walking out of here with an omega still on their knot isn’t going to be in any position to parse any sort of complicated legal language and anyone complaining about that later would be a huge hassle for the facility. Thiago waits on a couch in the first floor lounge as Raul does the paperwork, bouncing his leg on purpose just to hear Bastien whine. He puts a skip in his step for the walk back to the visitor’s center and then from there to the parking lot too. Really makes sure his walking jostles as much as he can.
Right before they reach the car, Bastien finally cries out and cums, his little cock weakly spurting translucent omega cum. From there, he’s much squirmier, overstimulated both by the knot grinding inside him right after an orgasm and by the overwhelming amount of new stimuli after almost four years in the same room. Thiago thinks it’s adorable, though Raul is too prissy about their car to deliberately take it over the bumpiest roads possible.
Finally, they get home to a cute little townhouse in the middle of the city. Thiago takes Bastien inside, greeting a few neighbors as they pass. The neighbors all look excited about the new omega, but Thiago doesn’t introduce them just yet. Bastien’s had a big enough day already.
They bring Bastien inside and Raul uncuffs his hands and then slowly, with great ceremony, Thiago pulls out. His knot went down sometime on the drive home, but he wants to do this where they can see.
Not a drop of cum trickles out of Bastien’s cunt.
Thiago and Raul stare for a moment, awestruck as the implication finally hits them. They’re going to be parents! They’re going to have a baby! They kiss each other gently, tenderly, lost in each other, paying no mind at all to their new omega curled up and sobbing on the couch.