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Damian lashes out blindly, slamming his feet into whatever he can reach. With the blindfold on, it’s hard to say for sure what he’s exactly hitting- but it sounds like metal, rattling and thin.
Maybe if he kicks enough, he’ll weaken the metal and put a hole in it. Then he can somehow get his bindings off and make his escape.
Someone pounds a fist against the metal wall, making him flinch.
“Knock that off!” Someone growls. Another man laughs.
“Aw, let him fuss. Bitches are always extra-desperate when they’re ripe for the breeding.”
Howling with rage around the gag in his mouth, Damian kicks harder. Bang. Bang!
“Just leave him, he’s not gonna get out.”
The young omega is left panting with rage as he thrashes ineffectively against the chains on his wrists and the collar on his neck.
Just two days ago he was a free omega- and now look at him, kidnapped and sold!
He won’t stand for this. He’s a person, he has rights!
It’s hard to tell how long he’s left in this cold metal box. Completely naked, he shivers as the chill seeps into his skin, huddling in on himself.
When he hears people again, he doesn’t have enough time to react before there are hands on him, hauling him upright.
Let me go! Let me go!!
With his ankles chained together, he can’t get enough space to lift a foot and kick, so instead he thrashes as he’s dragged along. The collar around his neck is thick and heavy, rubbing roughly against his skin.
Someone whistles. “He’s a looker- bet his foals will be real pretty.”
“He’s also a fighter,” someone nearby grunts, probably the one hauling Damian around. “I bet they’ll be real fast, too. Hopefully a champion takes interest in being his stud.”
No. No, no no! Damian’s heard about these kinds of depraved businesses- but he thought they were all made illegal! Interspecies breeding with omegas is supposed to be outlawed!
He lets out a muffled scream of denial as he’s dragged forward and forced to bend over some kind of table. There’s a click and his collar suddenly won’t let him raise up more than a couple inches from the table.
He braces his chest against the padded surface and kicks with both of his feet- he hits something soft and someone lets out a pained shout.
Fuckers. Damian sneers- and then screams as something lashes across his ass, hard enough to burn.
“No,” someone snarls and his ass is struck again. He thrashes, trying to kick out again, and gets his ass hit again and again until his rear is one big, throbbing mass of painful heat and there are tears rolling down his face as he lies limply against the table.
“Fucking bitch.” Someone spits and a wet glob hits his cheek.
“Secure his fucking legs.”
Hands grab his thighs and his ankles are strapped against a pole, stopping him from kicking out. A belt is wrapped around his thighs and pulled tight, keeping his knees together. Damian keens desperately, begging for someone, anyone to come save him-
“Get him ready.”
Fingers probe his pussy, making him squeal in alarm and thrash. No, no!
“Dumb bitch.” Three fingers are shoved in unceremoniously and it burns. Tears slide down his face from under the blindfold as whoever is touching him forcefully and clinically fingers him.
“He’s pretty dry. Give him something to scent.”
A cloth is shoved up against his nose and Damian tries to jerk away because it fucking reeks. It’s musky and sour, absolutely filthy and he wants it away, it’s making him feel hot with humiliation as those fingers fuck into him with almost machine precision. Why the fuck did they give him a foul, bitter-smelling rag?! Did they think it would turn him on to make him smell something so… so… disgusting?!
He’s an omega, he can smell the thick stench without it being shoved right up against his nose. The sweat of some powerful creature was rubbed into this cloth, the sweat and musk of something big and strong, it was probably rubbed over the creature’s dick, collecting the musky scents to be used to try and induce arousal in a bitch, but it’s not working! Such a foul, powerful scent would never get Damian aroused, he’d never submit to something so strong and masculine, even though it would be a strong breeder and probably dominate him good, he wouldn’t-
“U-uhhhh-“
“Works every time. Bitch took the fist, he’s ready for the real thing.”
What…?
There’s a heavy pressure in his cunt, a rocking weight that has his insides clenching as it pulls back, trying to leave. But no, wait-
The fist inside of him pops free and Damian cries out, slick running down his thighs as he trembles.
Someone pats his hip. “Hope you didn’t like your pretty little pussy, omega- cause it’s about to be fucking ruined.”
There’s some kind of creaking as something shifts into place above him and a heavy metal cer-chunk as it locks. Damian shivers in fear, squirming- but completely helpless.
Clip-clop-clip-clop.
No… no, please….
“He’s raring to go.”
“Hah! He’s got a nice fat load to dump today, it’s been a while since he’s been allowed to breed.”
“Alright boy, up!” A whistle and a whinny, Damian cries out as something thuds over him. A thick, blunt heat presses at his dripping cunt.
“Easy… let me guide you in, boy.”
The heat rubs, nudges forward- and then with a firm shove, the flared horsecock pops into Damian’s cunt, stretching him open.
Damian screams into the gag, starting to cry as the horse starts to buck, ramming its monster of a cock into his pussy. It jabs hard as it forces his gut aside to make room for its shaft, thrusting deep into his belly.
Heat yanks forward and back, the strength of the horse threatening to turn his belly inside-out. Damian keens desperately- it’s going to kill him, why are they doing this to him?! Wet slick rushes down his thighs, pushed out by every thrust since there’s just no room for anything but the massive horsecock completely dominating his tight little cunt.
“Oh, yeah. He fucking loves it.”
“Of course he does, idiot. He’s an omega. They’re made for this shit.”
No, no, he’s not..! He’s not…!!!
Damian’s eyes roll back into his skull as the horse lets out a shrill cry and redoubles its efforts, ramming deep and staying deep as it fucks in sharp, shallow motions like it’s trying to fit as much of its cock into him as it possibly can. His poor cervix is battered and crushed under the assault, pummeled into submission by such a powerful cock, and deep in his belly he feels a clenching heat as he cums, moaning desperately around the gag in his mouth.
It should hurt, right? Taking such a massive cock inside of him? But it doesn’t, it throbs and pulses and fills him up from the inside-out, his cunt stretched to the limit and yet not breaking around the horsecock fucking deep into his belly.
He can feel the flared tip scraping inside his pussy, gouging out his walls and crushing against his cervix. With each buck of the horse’s hips, it hammers against the entrance to his womb like it’s trying to force inside.
The pressure is immense and punishing, punching the breath from his lungs and Damian can only hear the heavy thud-thud-thud of the breeding stand rocking under the horse’s weight, the pounding of his heart in his ears, and his own desperate keening gasps for air. Shame washes through him as he realizes how loud his voice is, fucked into a high, needy whining by the massive cock hammering into his dripping cunt.
The pressure in his belly grows and his thighs shake, trapped together and unable to spread. His stubby little dick throbs in time with the horse’s thrusts, aching for touch, and as the horse gives a particularly hard thrust he feels the dam burst and his bladder gives out, piss spraying down his legs and onto the floor in jerking spurts, fucked out of him by the animal only interested in knocking him up.
Laughter rings in his ears from the alphas watching. Damian sobs, shaking with humiliation and pleasure. He hates this, this shouldn’t feel good- so why is he aching for his cocklet to be touched, why does his belly feel hot and want to be filled? Why does he want to clench around the thick horsecock inside of him?
Someone groans and heat splatters against his face, Damian cringes back- and then the thick scent of alpha sex hits him and he moans, tongue flicking out and trying to catch a taste.
Abruptly, the horse over him stills and heat floods his cunt, making him keen as the thick ropes of cum are blasted into his pussy, right up against his cervix. He writhes against his bonds, trying to buck his hips along the hard shaft before it softens- he needs it, needs it-!!
When the horse pulls off with a thick, wet squelch Damian is left shaking, his pussy suddenly so empty and he whimpers, wiggling his hips. Will the alphas fuck him next? Please, he needs something in him-
“Plug him up.”
Someone unbuckles his thighs and Damian spreads his knees as far as he can go, trying to offer himself up to the alpha touching him- and he gets his sore, burning ass smacked for it. He whines.
“Slut. One dicking down from a horse and you’re already like this?”
Damian mewls as a horsecock dildo is shoved all the way to the base inside of him. It’s not as big as the one he just took, but it fills him up good as some kind of harness is buckled into place around his hips.
His collar is grabbed and he’s dragged upright. The change in angle grinds the dildo inside of him in a new way that has him letting out a scream as he’s pushed over the edge again, thighs shaking as he cums. A little spurt of piss hits the floor as his cocklet throbs and aches.
He’s dragged along, each step rocking the dildo inside of his cunt like he’s being fucked just by moving. Sweat drips from his body as some kind of door opens and he’s led inside, pushed down onto something soft.
Pliant and fucked-out, Damian kneels and rocks back and forth to feel the dildo grinding along his insides. He barely comprehends his arms being freed and then fitted into new restraints as well as his legs, too wrapped up in the ecstasy of being filled.
“Never fucking gets old,” someone says as the bit gag in Damian’s mouth is removed. “Breed ‘em once and they turn into docile little bitches.”
Something hot and hard slaps against Damian’s face and he pants, nuzzling against what he instinctively recognizes as an alpha cock. Hands grip his hair and tilt his head back and he opens his mouth, letting the alpha fill him up from the other end, too.
“Goddamn.”
He chokes as the alpha sets a hard, punishing pace, but each time he gags his body tenses and it makes the cock filling up his cunt shift and rub against him in the best of ways. It’s hard to breathe, when his throat is fucked into, spit dripping and drooling down his chin, but with his vision covered and his holes filled he doesn’t have to think about anything but the way it feels so good to have his throat fucked.
The cock in his throat rams in and spills heat into his belly. He moans around it, gulping down the precious semen, and finds himself whining with protest when it pulls out, uncaring of the spit and cum dripping down onto his bare chest.
Someone laughs and pats his head. “Good boy.” There’s a tug on his collar and he shuffles forward on his knees, shivery and aching for his cocklet to be touched.
“If you need water, suck on this one.” His face is guided to press against something rubbery. “When it’s feeding time, suck on this one for your food.”
“‘Course, you can suck on it as much as you want if you need something in your mouth,” the alpha adds with a teasing chuckle.
Oh, that sounds nice… Damian leans in and fits his mouth around the rubber protrusion and starts to suck, rocking his hips back and forth to feel the horsecock inside of himself grind his insides.
The rubber feels kind of like an alpha’s cock… Damian sucks in more of it into his mouth and finds that he likes the way it feels.
“You’ll settle in just fine.” His head is pat and then footsteps move away, leaving him in the dark and warmth as he sucks and sucks, rocking his hips back and forth in a pleasured daze.