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Nathaniel Essex tightens the last of the restraints and takes a step back from the bed to admire his handiwork. The omega is beautiful; an intoxicating blend of long, lean runner's muscles with miles of creamy white skin. The young man – and he does look quite young and delectable – struggles uselessly against the bonds holding him stripped bare and spread-eagled on the silk sheets, dazzling blue eyes blazing hot with anger and fear.
He's been doing this job for years now, his role as personal doctor and caretaker to Shaw and his harem providing him with daily, intimate access to an endless supply of beautiful and desirable omegas. He's fed, bathed, treated and fucked any number of Shaw's toys, a privilege Nathaniel enjoys frequently and with great relish.
Looking down at the latest addition to the household, he can barely contain his enthusiasm. He's going to enjoy watching Shaw take this little hell cat apart, before Nathaniel gets to put him back together again.
“He likes you,” he leans down, running his hand down the omega's flank, caressing the smooth skin before gripping the half erect cock. “He didn't want me to give you any drugs. Says he wants to take you just like this. So you can appreciate him better.” Nathaniel chuckles as the boy tries to snarl through his gag. “You're a very lucky little omega Charles.”
He slips the cock ring on, sliding it in place before stroking the shaft, pumping it leisurely until the boy is hard and leaking. Charles tries to buck him off with his hips but the movement only adds to the building heat and the boy moans pitifully. Nathaniel feels his own erection coming to life just from watching the erotic display.
His smile is fond, almost paternal as he pushes one long finger into Charles’ ass, letting the leaking fluid and tight muscle suck him into the greedy little hole. The boy moans again, the beginnings of his heat making his body so deliciously receptive.
“You're beautiful,” he pulls out of Charles and promptly licks the juices from his finger, savoring the taste. “Hmm, so sweet my angel.” He leans forward again and swipes his tongue over the tip of the omega's cock, chuckling at the way the boy thrusts his hips and whimpers. “Don't worry, when Shaw's done fucking you, I'll give you what you need.”
Nathaniel hears the outer door to the suite open and quickly backs away from the bed; Shaw doesn't like anyone playing with his toys before he's had a go at them. The man stalks into the bedroom, stripping off his jacket and tie before making his way over to the foot of the bed.
“Can you smell it Doctor?” Shaw inhales a lungful of air and grins from ear to ear. “It's like walking into a wall of sex. A shame you're not an alpha; you can't fully appreciate the incredible scent that's rolling off of him right now.”
He's right of course; Nathaniel, for all his skill and intellect and voracious appetite for pleasure is only a beta. Even though he's well trusted and given free rein as the head of Shaw's team of scientists, he's not respected the way Sebastian or his lieutenants are as alphas. And he craves it, wants it more than anything; for a powerful, ruthless man like Shaw to look him in the eye and see an equal.
“Yes...he's quite alluring this one, Sebastian.”
The doctor grabs his charts off the coffee table as Shaw wanders over to take the single blue pill and glass of Scotch off the bar. He watches as the other man quickly downs his special concoction and smiles, “The new prescription should almost double your recovery rate. You’ll have to tell me how well it works.”
“Hmm, yes of course.” Sebastian sits casually on the bed next to Charles, taking a sip of his drink as his eyes rake over the body of the bound omega. “Tell me.”
“Charles Xavier, 24, just received his PhD in Genetics at Oxford. His alpha is a 27 year old mechanical engineer, Erik Lehnsherr. Adopted sister, Raven Xavier. Also an alpha, 20 years old. Independently wealthy; no other family members except a step brother who’s been missing for years.”
“Interesting.”
Nathaniel looks up from his notes and watches intently as Sebastian takes an ice cube from his glass and rubs it in circles over the boy’s left nipple. He leans down, blowing gently across the pert bud before running his tongue over the heated skin and grazing it with his teeth. Charles keens loudly through his gag and then glares at them both, his fingers clenching and unclenching in frustration.
Sebastian slides his hand down to the boy’s cock, stroking it distractedly, rubbing the drops of pre-come along the curve of the shaft. “Anything else?”
He clears his throat and nods, trying to push the discomfort of his own erection to the back of his mind. There’ll be plenty of time to play later. “He’s in perfect health, though you should probably know that when I checked his blood work, he tested positive with suppressants. Based on the levels I would say he hasn’t been in a heat for about three years.”
“How wonderful!” Sebastian claps his hands together and laughs, brushing his hand on the omega’s cheek with mock affection. “You’re going to love it, my sweet. It’ll hit you ten times as hard as a regular one since you haven’t had a cycle in so long. You’ll be so desperate for my cock up your ass you’ll be begging me for it.”
Charles screams behind his gag, shaking his head wildly and bucking his hips, trying to get away from the hand on his cock. Nathaniel can’t think of anything more inviting than those straining muscles and muffled cries, and wants so badly to fuck that pretty little pink hole himself. “If there’s nothing else, I should leave you to it.”
Sebastian is grinning at the struggling omega, obviously enjoying the boy’s distress and fear. He calls out to Nathaniel without taking his eyes off the naked body writhing on his bed, “Oh Essex, could you do me a small favor? Do make sure all the cameras are working properly won’t you?”
He sees the look of panic cross Charles’ face and it makes his cock throb with anticipation. “Of course, Sebastian. I’ll be sure to keep a close eye on everything.”