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“Your friend has an interesting sense of humour.” Victor explained at the confused look he got as he went back to straddling the younger male. He then reached into the box and pulled out a good-sized bottle of lube and a string of anal beads, which caused Bruce to blush like a tomato as his eyes grew to the size of saucers as he whimpered,
“I am going to kill Selina.”
“Now, now, pretty boy, your friend went to a lot of trouble to get you these things, and it’s only polite for you to properly appreciate them.” Victor said as he rooted around the box with three different kinds of dildos of gradually increasing size (though none as big as Victor himself), a ball gag, a blindfold, the beads, a special ring that went around the cock and it vibrated, usually meant for partners as it could stimulate two people at once, nipple clamps (this girl was younger than Bruce?), until he found what he was after; a good-sized anal plug, perfect to start Bruce off with; once he was done with the boy, you’d have to peel him off the ceiling. Victor was rather interested in how Bruce’s breath hitched at the ‘pretty boy’ comment; did anybody ever compliment this boy?
“What did you give me earlier?"
“Hyperthalacine; it’s a drug that was used in hospitals when an Omega had no partner and was becoming a danger to themselves, helped them calm enough so they could be strapped down. Out of favour with hospitals now, but still available on the black market. It has something of a taste even ground up, but the cheese covered that up nicely, and it was no effect on Alphas. Now, you did try to kick me off of you, and in a very sensitive place, so I’m going to have to punish you, little one, but if you are a good boy, I can do something very nice for you afterwards.” Before Bruce could argue, Victor moved so he could flip Bruce onto his stomach. Victor looked down at Bruce’s pretty little pink hole which was starting to produce a healthy amount of slick, and was thankful they were doing this on the kid’s heat, as otherwise, it would take hours if not a couple days of stretching to build up to Victor himself. He reached down and squeezed one of Bruce’s cheeks, relishing in the gasp he elicited before saying,
“Now, I’m going to spank your behind ten times, and after every one, you are going to count and say ‘I will not fight my Daddy’.”
“I’m not saying that!” Bruce yelped as he was smacked hard on his bottom and scolded,
“If you don’t count and say what I told you, I will give you an extra smack, and believe me; I know how to make that little sting hurt twice as bad.” Bruce said nothing as Victor spanked him and waited a minute, sighing when nothing was forthcoming and hit him again. When the third spank came and Bruce remained silent, apart from the increase in his breathing, Victor knew he’d have to get tough before he could break down his baby boy’s walls. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion he had, put a good amount in his hands, and then proceeded to run the lotion into the flaming red skin. He heard Bruce whimper, and made a note the kid seemed to have a sensitive behind, then reared his hand back and smacked Bruce, hard, causing Bruce to shout,
“Ah!”
“I warned you I would make it worse if you behaved like a brat; the moisture from the lotion increases the sting. Now, you can either count and say it or I keep spanking you; your choice.” Bruce tried to keep his composure as he was spanked, as though he were a naughty child, but it wasn’t easy as the burn in his ass seemed to be adding to his arousal; he was hard enough to cut steel and it felt like he was producing a river of slick from his ass. Finally, after the fourth additional strike, Bruce just couldn’t keep it in anymore and cried out,
“One! I w-will not fight my Daddy!” Victor allowed Bruce a moment to catch his breath and whispered,
“Good boy; keep that up and there’s only nine more to go. Don’t, and we may just have to start over again.” Bruce whimpered at the ‘good boy’ and the idea of even more, so when Victor spanked him again, he was quick to say,
“T-two! I will not fight m-my Daddy!” Victor, being cheeky, licked Bruce’s ear before saying,
“There’s my good boy.” This went on, Bruce counting and Victor calling him a good boy, which seemed to send an almost electric jolt to the kid’s cock, until they came to the eighth strike, and Bruce cried out,
“Eight! I will not fight my Daddy! Please, Daddy, no more; I’m sorry!” Victor knew he should keep to the rhythm they had developed, but the poor boy was full on crying now, so he stopped for a moment and held his baby boy for a moment, rubbing his back, letting Bruce get himself under control before saying,
“I’m glad to hear you’re sorry, but Daddy has to be firm in his punishments or you’ll just do it again, and this will teach you not to be a brat in the future, as, if you had just given in to Daddy and been a good goy earlier, we would be done with this already and we would be enjoying ourselves right now.” Bruce whimpered at this, but Victor only shushed him as he resumed his spot, and delivered the ninth strike.
“Nine! I, I w-will not f-fight my D-daddy!” Victor was quick to deliver the tenth strike, eager for this to be done.
“T-ten! I, I w-will n-not f-fight m-m-my D-d-daddy!” Victor thought about the next thing he wanted to do but decided to let Bruce take a moment for himself as he figured out the best way to use the toys and took the safety seal off the lube. Finally, he laid down on Bruce’s back, letting his weight ground the boy, and hoping the smooth fabric of his slacks wouldn’t irritate his glowing ass, as his hands gently ran up and down his sides before he whispered into his ear,
“That’s it, that’s my good boy, the punishment is done now, and now I can do something you’ll really enjoy, and hopefully it will help discourage any bratty behaviour in the future.” Victor then made his way south, kissing each of Bruce’s vertebrae as he went, listening to Bruce whimper as he finally reached Bruce’s ass. He gently parted the boy’s cheeks, shushing him as he whimpered in pain, and ran his tongue over the little hole, enjoying the flavour of his slick as Bruce jerked in his bonds. Victor was very gentle when he started rimming the kid, but it wasn’t long before he was pushing and nibbling at Bruce’s hole, listening to the poor kid whine, and try to actually move away. Victor was not mad at this disobedience as, if Bruce has had sex before, which he rather doubted, he would have done so with young, drunken teenagers who didn’t know their dicks from their elbows. But a special Omega like Bruce deserves better than that; he deserves an Alpha male who knows just what he’s doing like Victor is right now. Once his tongue is actually in Bruce’s hole, Bruce lets out a loud moan, which devolves into a squeak when Victor chuckles, and the vibrations almost make him come before Victor moves it, starting a steady in-and-out rhythm, giving Bruce a preview of things to come. Victor wasn’t sure how long he kept this up, occasionally moaning or chuckling, just to mess with Bruce and hoping to hear that cute little squeak again, but he eventually added a finger to the mix, and he had just curled it when his finger must have brushed the boy’s prostate, for he almost bucked off the bed as he came with a shout.
“Fuck, Daddy!” Victor used his other hand and rubbed the small of Bruce’s back as Bruce came down (with his first hand still nudging his prostate) before again reaching for his bedside drawer and pulled out a couple of his own toys. He was debating which one to use first when he heard Bruce mumble
“I am so fucked in the head.” Victor snorted as he picked the egg vibe that had a thin enough cord to not cause too much discomfort before responding,
“This is Gotham, baby boy; if you aren’t at least a little fucked in the head, you stand out like a sore thumb. Now, I have to get something that will help you, but I don’t want you to feel neglected so-”
“After that orgasm, I could do with a little neglect.” Bruce interrupted, only to whimper when Victor again grabbed his still tender ass.
“Now, as I told your butler, I already have noise complaints due to my music, which has been doing its best to cover your moans, but let’s not take the chance you try to be a bad boy and call out to my neighbours, shall we?” Bruce whimpered as his jaw was forced open and a small ball gag was inserted into his mouth, and a minute later he felt something slowly being inserted into his hole. Bruce didn’t have the strength to turn his head and look, but whatever it was, it was small, and smooth like… silicone. Before Bruce could think more on what it was, the item was settled, fingers removed, and soon something else was being eased into his hole, and he was a little ashamed to admit he liked this over the first toy. Whatever this was, it appeared to be… textured as he felt his rim tighten over the intrusion, only for Victor to keep pushing until he felt another, almost, pop as his rim settled again.
“Daddy will be right back, pretty boy, just remember to breathe,” Victor explained as he flipped Bruce back over onto his back, and used the slack at his legs to pull him down on the mattress until he was taut. Bruce whimpered as his bodyweight seemed to drive the second toy deeper into his body, which in turn had the first toy go deeper. Bruce managed to raise his head high enough to see Victor tie off the excess in a tight knot, and pulled a little remote out of his pocket and said with a small smile,
“Remember; breathe.” Bruce wondered why Victor kept saying that until he pushed a button and he realized what the small toy was; a vibrator. He jerked at such a sensation as much as he could, which wasn’t much, and whined through the gag. He realized why Victor had pulled him taut before leaving; the scarves tying his wrists to the bed weren’t simply knotted around his wrists, instead, they were double-knotted with loops around his wrists and the only way to undo them would be to lead them back the way they came, but those ends were knotted at the head of the bed, where he could no longer reach. He yelped as best he could when his struggling caused the vibrator to nudge his prostate, causing his spent dick to twitch in interest. He hated the knowledge that his heat cut his refractory period down to nothing; he had once heard some of his upperclassmen talking about watching a video (he later realized it was their code for porn) about a female Omega in her heat who came enough to fill a bucket. He had thought that the boy was either lying or it was all for show, but right now, under Victor’s very experienced hands, he was becoming something of a believer.
Downstairs, Victor was getting a few things ready as he tried to navigate with his cock being as hard as a rock. He was currently making a smoothie for the pup with some of the fruit he had bought, mixed with a protein powder and another to help keep the pup’s electrolytes up. He also had some meat frying that he would re-heat later; he groaned as his cock gave a mighty jerk at the idea of feeding Bruce, who, though healthy, looked like he only took minimum care of his physical needs. He sighed, knowing that he would have to jerk off this load if he wanted to remain in control, which was fine as he intended to not knot Bruce until much later when his pretty boy (damn that was a hard twitch at that thought) was much weaker and looser from his orgasms and couldn’t fight back and hurt himself. He flipped the skirt steak, determined it was done enough to come out of the pan altogether and went to the powder room that was at the top of the stairs to the basement. He knew many Alphas enjoyed cumming on their Omegas, but Victor saw it as being disrespectful; they were your Omega, you are charged with loving and cherishing them, why make them into something cheap and vulgar?
He lowered his pants enough that his dick could spring through, and he started stroking, with the taste of Bruce’s slick still on his tongue, and the sting on his other hand reminding him of Bruce’s glowing ass. He did regret that he had to be so firm with the boy, as he didn’t enjoy his pup’s tears, but it had to be done to show he would not tolerate such bratty behaviour. Bruce’s scent had started to become more pronounced after his first orgasm, and Victor rather liked it as it reminded him of that time his workplace had made them all go on a team-building hiking trip, and he remembered that it had rained pretty hard, so they had sought shelter in a cave. Victor smiled as he remembered one of his workmates, a big, hulking guy that hit on anything with a vagina, had wandered in too deep and managed to scare a colony of bats; the man and many of the other Alphas had screamed like five-year-old girls as the bats flew past them. Victor had laughed until he saw a mother bat drop her pup, and only his reflexes had stopped it from hitting the floor, and he cradled it until another bat came by, saw the pup, and took it with them to safety. He didn’t know why, but Bruce reminded him of the pup.
He came out of his memory as he shot his load into the toilet and went back to the kitchen after flushing and washing his hands. He poured the smoothie into a tumbler that had a bendable straw, and set it aside as he grabbed some water bottles. He also checked the steak, saw that it had cooled enough to be safely wrapped, and put it in the microwave to prevent it from getting too cold. He then grabbed one of the smaller coolers he and Nora had used for picnics, filled it with a good amount of ice, and set the water bottles in there. He grabbed the cooler, and was about to grab the smoothie when a dark smile spread over his face and upped the power of the egg vibe, and then grabbed the smoothie. As he neared his door, he could hear Bruce moaning even through the gag, with the occasional yelp as his struggles no doubt brought the egg in contact with his prostate. He opened the door to be greeted by the scent of an Omega frustrated, and the sight of a boy trying to calm his body enough to stop jostling the egg teasing his prostate. He took pity on the pup and turned the vibrator back down, but not off. He heard Bruce release a small sigh of relief, and came over, setting the cooler down on the other bedside table, untied the slack to allow Bruce more mobility, and then came back up to lean over Bruce, sharp blue eyes into hazy green eyes and said,
“Now, I made you a smoothie that will help you keep your strength up, and if you are willing to remain a good boy, I will remove the gag and you can drink it via the straw. If you want to try being a brat again, I have another gag that is long and rather thick, and there’s a tube in it where I can pour your drink straight down your throat, after which I will beat your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week, and that’s with the egg and plug still in your ass. You gonna be a bad boy?” Bruce hated just giving in, but, knowing Victor, he was fully prepared to follow out his threat, so he shook his head.
“You going to be Daddy’s good boy?” Bruce nodded, and sighed as Victor removed the ball gag, and Bruce tried to ask,
“C-can you p-please -?” Before Bruce could finish his question, Victor presented him with the straw, and Bruce had no choice but to start sucking, making a happy noise at the flavour.
“Strawberries and bananas, but there’s also some acai, a couple dates, a little kale, and some elderberries, along with some protein powder and some electrolyte powder. I thought about adding some peanut butter for body but for the life of me could not remember if I ever heard of a nut allergy concerning you.” Victor removed the straw after a couple more good pulls, even though Bruce wanted to finish it, but Victor just shushed him and soothingly rubbed his chest as he set the tumbler down. He then grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled upwards, letting Bruce see his strong stomach (yes, he was cheating; sue him), and then turned around to fold it on the other bedside table. He was about to turn back around when a thought crossed his mind, causing him to smirk, so he undid his slacks and, perhaps a bit slower than normal, lowered them, allowing Bruce to see his ass. Victor wasn’t vain, but he had never forgotten when Nora admitted that while it was his dorky looks that got her sympathy, it was his ass that had gotten her attention. He bent down to remove his socks and saw through his legs that Bruce was indeed looking at his ass, giving his ego quite a boost at getting such a look from someone more than a decade his junior. He stood back up and turned, then watched as a sliver of fear entered Bruce’s eyes, making Victor lean down and soothe him,
“Shh, it’s OK Baby Boy; I know it’s a little intimidating, but Daddy won’t do anything like that until you are nice and loose.” Bruce whimpered at the gentle touch, the feeling he got when he accidentally clenched down on the plug, and the idea of Victor’s cock getting anywhere near his hole; a bull should be jealous of how well endowed Victor was. Victor then resumed his position, now with the ‘bonus’ of there being no more barriers between the two, not that the barriers had prevented him from having two strong orgasms. Victor seemed to like playing with Bruce’s neck as he went back to kissing and nipping it, distracting Bruce as Victor pulled another toy ‘Selina’ gifted him from his table and set it beside him on the bed. He then went about playing with his pup’s nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks with his fingers, lips, and tongue, until he deemed them stiff enough and, before Bruce could protest, Victor attached the nipple clamps, and watched as Bruce jerked hard at such an unusual sensation and swore,
“Oh fuck! Please! Please take them off!” Victor chuckled at the profanity, not at all perturbed by it, and instead replied,
“Be thankful your friend only included basic clamps; there are clamps that have tiny teeth in them to add to the sting, and ones that you can add weights to, adding more pressure, not to mention the ones attached to a collar that goes either around your neck or dick, and you have to keep very, very still or…” Victor trailed off before lightly tugging on the chain. Bruce yelped at the feeling, wishing that of all the people he could have spent his first heat, it was someone a little more… vanilla. Victor then started kissing and nipping his way down Bruce’s stomach, and Bruce feared where this was leading. He whimpered as Victor teased him by kissing and nipping his thighs, ignoring the erection that desperately wanted attention. When Victor finally licked a stripe up Bruce’s over-sensitized cock, he tried to leap off the bed, causing the chain to tug on his nipples, causing him to whine and again try to beg Victor,
“Victor, please stop! D-don’t make me c-cum anymore!” Victor blew on the head of the Omega’s cock before responding,
“You know, you really are special; nine out of ten Omegas are usually so desperate for an orgasm, they’d hump just about anything that would give them some friction, but not you. Your heat has given you very little refractory period, but you still have your mind, but you need to learn to shut your mind off and just feel.” Victor then took the head of his pup’s cock into his mouth, causing him to whine and jerk, causing more sensation when the chain again tugged on his nipples. Victor then reached one hand down between Bruce’s cheeks and grabbed the base of the plug and started moving it in and out of Bruce’s hole, eliciting more gasps and moans as this sometimes caused the egg to come in contact with his prostate. Deciding Bruce had waited long enough for his third orgasm, he grabbed the remote with his other hand, turned up the vibrations to almost the max level, upped his speed with the plug, and deep throated the pup, doing his best to remain where he was as Bruce screamed and shot down his throat. Victor waited until Bruce was almost crying from the sensations before turning off the egg, removing his mouth from the poor little cock, and set about removing the toys from the rim, though he put the plug back in. As he sat up, he looked down at Bruce who was simply sweating bullets, looking near exhaustion so, instead of his plan to insert the next sized dildo, he took pity on the pup and let him catch his breath as he leaned over and got the cloth he had put in his bedside table for this purpose. He leaned down and wiped at Bruce’s face, then lifted his head so he could wipe down his neck, and when he got to where the chain was resting, Bruce gave him a baleful look, begging him to remove it so, for the moment, he gave in and gently removed the clamps, listening to the pup’s relieved sigh. After he was done, he grabbed the smoothie and this time allowed him to finish it, before going for the cooler and grabbing a water bottle for himself and taking a long swig of it; after that, he may have to jerk off again to keep his control. He glanced down and saw Bruce eyeing the water, so he took another swig before putting it to the side, and leaned down to put his lips to Bruce’s. Bruce hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth, allowing the water to flow from Victor’s mouth into his own and, once he swallowed, Victor kissed him within an inch of his life, causing Bruce to whimper anew.
“Do you want more water?” Victor asked as Bruce tried to catch his breath (young people; didn’t know how to kiss and breathe at the same time), and when he merely nodded, Victor raised an eyebrow and said,
“Use your words, pretty boy.” Bruce again blushed at the ‘pretty boy’ comment and quietly asked,
“Can I please have some more water, Daddy?” Victor had a feeling this docile Bruce was due to either hormones of a sated Omega, or Bruce playing his version of possum; either way, he wasn’t untying the pup until he mated him.
“Yes, you can, pretty boy.” Victor then pulled Bruce’s head up and helped him take small, controlled sips so he wouldn’t choke by accident. After he was finished, Victor put the bottle off to the side, when his eyes caught on the cooler and another idea popped up.
“You know, I’m really beginning to hate that glint in your eyes.” Bruce muttered as he tried to figure what Victor could be up to now. Victor looked at him,
“Is that any way to talk to your Daddy? I think your heat is making you bratty again; we may have to cool you off.” Victor then leaned over and grabbed an ice cube from the cooler, confusing Bruce, who was about to get quite the shock to his system. He placed the cube on the tip of Bruce’s chin, then slowly drew it down his neck, letting it rest for a moment in the hollow of his throat as he decided which path to take. He glanced up at Bruce’s face and determined that Bruce must like the sensation of the cold ice on his overheated body as he has closed his eyes. He then drew the ice cube over Bruce’s right sore, warm, and puffy nipple, relishing the gasp as the eyes spring open. The ice cube barely reaches the areola of his other nipple before it’s gone, to which his pup foolishly lets out a sigh of relief; silly boy, there was plenty more where that came from. He grabbed another cube and put this one between his lips before going to kiss Bruce again, which Bruce seemed to get the idea quickly as they passed the ice cube back and forth between them until it melted from the heat of their mouths. He grabbed another to put between his teeth and saw Bruce try to reach for him before he shook his head, and was met with a look very similar to disappointment. Huh, the pup seems to enjoy making out, Victor thought to himself as he followed the trail of the first cube, though this time he went left, allowing the other nipple a chance to cool down, though he lightly toyed with the other with his cooler fingertips. When this cube melted, he couldn’t help himself and grabbed another cube to draw down his Omegas strong stomach, groaning as his cock gave another twitch at the thought. He again put the cube in his mouth and dragged it over the muscles in his pup’s stomach; like him, Bruce didn’t have a definitive six-pack, but there was some definition, meaning Bruce worked out quite a lot, despite his playboy persona. As he reached the navel, he drew the ice cube in tight circles until the cube was dancing along the edges of his navel and felt Bruce’s muscles twitch at the sensation; a quick glance confirmed his suspicions: his pup had a ticklish belly button, something he would have to remember for later. He gave a quick, cool kiss to the navel before travelling lower, only to be shocked when he heard,
“I’ll suck you off!” Victor inhaled what was left of the ice in his mouth at such a statement, causing him to cough for a minute before he asked,
“What did you just say?”
“You’re close; I felt it when you twitched against my leg. If you promise to let me rest, I’ll suck you off; you can even fuck my face if you want to.” Bruce whimpered when Victor grabbed his cock and gave him a warning squeeze.
“Daddy’s don’t fuck their pretty boys, they slowly take them apart.”
“Please, D-daddy, I can’t c-cum again.”
“That’s not your decision to make; that belongs to me how often you come and when you come.” Bruce whimpered before saying,
“Please, just let me rest for a little while and you can do whatever you want.” Victor thought about it; even at eighteen, three orgasms could be rough on a body, even an Omegas, but on the other hand, he knew he had to cement his bond before sunrise when Gordon, Bullock, or God forbid, Pennyworth came to collect the pup, or they would kill him and probably get away with justifiable homicide. He thought, glanced at the clock which read 12:59, and replied,
“Here’s my counter offer; you let me give you one more orgasm, complete with that chain back on your nipples as I rim you before sticking a dildo in there to help stretch you out, and then I will let you rest for a while.”
“No!” Bruce whimpered at the warning grip on his dick as he shouted, before taking a breath and lowering his voice,
“I feel like if I have another orgasm like the other three, I’m going to pass out!”
“Then I will let you sleep for a half-hour to forty-five minutes while I tend to some things, and when you wake up, I will let you relax for another half-hour or so, and then we’ll resume.”
“And if I say no and pass out?” Bruce asked to which Victor shrugged and said,
“I have smelling salts in my medicine cabinet; I’ll just use them on you and we’ll continue.” Bruce sighed; either way he lost but at least the deal allowed him an hour or just over an hour to rest and try to gather his wits about him, so he sighed again and nodded before saying,
“Deal.”
“Alright, then, before I put the clamps back on, did you mean what you said about giving me a blow job?” Victor didn’t care one way or the other but wanted to see what the pup would do. Bruce looked at him, his cock, and then back up at Victor and asked,
“Will that move this along any faster?”
“Possibly; if you blow me while I blow you, it could potentially create a cycle of pleasure that would encourage you to come quicker.” Bruce gained a confused look at that.
“How would we do that?” Victor couldn’t stop the fond look that crept on his face if he tried; his pretty boy was so innocent.
“The act is called sixty-nine; I will kneel over you with my knees bracketing your head, and I will take your cock into my mouth while you take as much of mine as you can without choking.”
“How will you be able to tell if I’m choking if you aren’t looking at me?”
“I’ll feel it, but there’s also enough give in your restraints so you can tap my calf or possibly my thigh; do that and I’ll pull up. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Bruce sighed but responded,
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Victor responds before grabbing two ice cubes, putting one in his mouth and the other in Bruce’s before he can say anything, and quickly re-attaches the clamps, causing Bruce to make a noise of discomfort. He then flips Bruce onto his stomach again, enjoying the whine of how gravity is pulling on his nipples as he makes Bruce get up on his knees. He then looks at the pretty hole stretched around the plug, and he knows the perfect dildo to go in next that Selina gifted Bruce; it was ribbed so that for every inch gained, the rim would again have to stretch again to accept the next inch. He grabs it and makes sure there is a healthy amount of lube on it before he sets to his task; he pulls the plug out and watches a healthy amount of slick start to escape when he gets a wicked idea. He catches as much slick as he can and uses it to lube his dick as well as Bruce’s, knowing it will be going into Bruce’s mouth soon. He then dives in and listens to Bruce whine and cry out as Victor attacks his hole; there was no teasing this time, this was all-out war as he ate Bruce’s ass. There had actually been a second reason to plug up Bruce’s hole; it was a less known fact that Omega slick could actually sensitize an area, so the rim job he gave Bruce beforehand was nothing compared to this one, and the chain dangling on his chest was added sensation. When he felt Bruce clench around his tongue, he knew Bruce was about to come again, so he quickly grips the base of his Omegas cock to hold it off, causing Bruce to swear,
“God damn it!”
“You agreed to come down my throat as I come down yours, not beforehand.” Bruce groaned at this and muttered,
“God, you can be such an ass.” Victor swatted Bruce’s ass, which was still tender, causing the chain to rattle again. Victor went back to the glistening hole and continued to eat his pup out while keeping his other hand on the pup’s cock. Finally, he decided on mercy and slowly inserted the dildo into the greedy little hole which was almost eagerly sucking the dildo in. He gave Bruce a moment to adjust before flipping him back over and letting him settle on the bed. He then maneuvered his body into the position he had described to Bruce and said,
“Tap my calf three times and then, if you can tap my thigh.” Bruce knew Victor was trying to make sure Bruce would be safe, so he tapped the calf on his right three times and, after a bit of finagling, managed to reach Victor mid-thigh.
“Good, now remember to breathe through your nose and only take as much as you can before you start to feel uncomfortable. Tap my left leg if you want me to slow down, and right if you want me to pull off.” Victor then lowered himself until he could take Bruce’s dick into his mouth, and did his best so just the tip was at Bruce’s lips. Bruce moaned at the cooler sensation from the ice as he first licked at the head, surprising Victor as Bruce did his best to tongue the slit. Bruce’s technique was a little sloppy, but not altogether unenjoyable, and he was eager in his attempts. Soon, Bruce was sucking on the mushroom head, causing Victor to moan around his own mouthful, which in turn caused Bruce to moan. Bruce was doing his best to mimic what Victor had done earlier, but Victor cheated a little when he reached down and started fucking Bruce with the dildo, causing him to moan as it occasionally hit his prostate, which made him go weak in the knees and almost caused him to lose his mouthful. He wasn’t sure if he was thankful or mournful when Victor removed his hand from the dildo, but he screamed around his mouthful when, with one good tug on his chain, Bruce again came down Victor’s throat, which seemed to trigger his own orgasm and Bruce had no choice but to swallow as Victor came down his throat. True to his prediction however, thanks to all the overstimulation, Bruce did indeed pass out after he was done coming. Victor checked Bruce’s vitals, happy that he was only asleep, so he untied him (for the moment), moved Bruce to the chair, and changed the sheets to a fresh pair; some Omegas enjoyed being surrounded by their scent in their heat, but he doubted Bruce wanted to lay in his own sweat. He chuckled at the drool stain on the pillow before changing it. Once that was done, he retied Bruce to the bed and thought of leaving the dildo in, but decided to go to the next, and possibly the last toy; his prostate massager. He made the exchange then redid his knotwork from earlier; he had promised Bruce at least a half-hour, but he couldn’t be certain Bruce would remain unconscious the whole time; better to be safe than sorry and all that jazz.
He then took the soiled sheets downstairs to throw them in the washer but decided to throw a fresh steak on the stove to cook before he threw them in. He would eat the first one just because, even a minute in the microwave might turn the steak from rare to well-done, and all Omegas preferred red meat during their heats. He thought about it, and cut up some sweet potatoes for a mash and fried up a little broccoli rabe in lemon juice and garlic. He would much rather do roasted potatoes, but that would take too long, especially as he wanted to give Bruce a quick massage before they continued; he could tell from the way the pup held himself, there was more than a little tension in his shoulders. While he waited for the food to cook, he made a fruit bowl and poured another smoothie, just in case Bruce wanted more, but first Bruce would need to eat his solids. His inner Alpha purred at all the care he was showing for his new Omega; the first time the damn thing seemed happy since Nora died. He would always love her, but his Alpha demanded he take a new mate; the only problem was the damn thing was bloody picky and refused to settle for anyone subpar which, after Nora, almost everyone was. Then, he got a very interesting phone call, and…
Victor shook himself from his musing to pull the broccoli and steaks from the burners, thankful neither had burned, just got a nice sear. He finished the fruit bowl of apples, pears, strawberries, a banana, and some pineapple; the last one was a little pricey but it was rich in Vitamin C so he bought it. He then set about mashing and seasoning the sweet potato mash before plating everything and setting it all on a serving tray Nora had used. He went back upstairs and found Bruce still passed out; he managed to move the cooler and set down the tray. Seeing it was almost two o’clock, he decided to let Bruce have his fifteen minutes and put a cover on the food to keep it warm. He then untied the slack again and put another healthy amount of lotion on his hands and started massaging Bruce’s back, finding the knots and coaxing those he could into surrender, forcing the stubborn ones. Bruce awoke with a groan to the feeling of Victor rubbing his shoulders, and whined as Victor found another knot near his neck.
“Instead of taking quick showers where you probably barely let the water get hot before you’re scrubbing the dirt off and hopping out, you should take a nice hot bath for at least a half-hour, preferably a whole hour at least once a week if not more. Particularly with Epsom Salts, as they will aid in relaxing your muscles.”
“There’s too *moan* too much for me to do to *groan* to waste time like that.” Bruce felt like a puddle of goo in Victor’s hands.
“Then either learn to delegate or cut back because let me tell you this, Bruce Anthony Wayne; there is nothing in this world that is more important than your health, understand?” Bruce only whimpered, and Victor decided to leave it for another day; despite all he was doing, he didn’t want to force Bruce into any kind of huge changes that would make him uncomfortable, but he would fight to make Bruce understand how important his health and safety was. Deciding Bruce was as relaxed as he could get, he wiped his hands on his cloth before turning Bruce back over and reaching for the food before a thought occurred to him.
“I am willing to feed you, but this would be easier if you could sit up; if I untie your legs do you swear not to kick me and to keep your hands on the headboard at all times?” Bruce had a feeling the spanking from before would seem like child’s play compared to the punishment he gave for breaking his word, so he nodded. Victor had kept his promise to let him sleep and regain his energy, not to mention his Omega was purring at the food the Alpha had made for them. Victor got off the bed and untied the scarves from the bed, letting Bruce know that when he was done eating, he would be tied down again. Bruce moved slowly, aware Victor was watching him like a hawk, until Bruce was sitting up for the first time in a couple of hours, and, apart from a small stretch, placed his hands on the headboard. Victor nodded and placed the tray on Bruce’s lap, where he then proceeded to cut up their steaks. He was about to spear a piece of meat and feed it to Bruce when his Alpha growled; quickly figuring out the problem, Victor instead grabbed a piece with his fingers and presented it to Bruce. Bruce was a little shocked as no one had fed him like this since that time he got a bad cold and his mother spoon-fed him some soup, but no one had ever done this before. Bruce wanted to protest, but he really was so hungry; that soup and sandwich seemed like days ago, so he opened his mouth, took the meat, and before he could think on it, said,
“Thank you, Alpha.” They both froze at that before Victor took a piece of his steak and popping it in his mouth. Victor then used Bruce’s next bite to scoop up some sweet potato, which Bruce made a happy noise at the taste. Doing this, it wasn’t long before their plates were clean, but for the last bit of potatoes, he had run out of meat to act as a scoop so he used his fingers, prompting Bruce to take them into his mouth until they were glistening with spit, which prompted Victor to give Bruce another make-out session, which left Bruce whimpering.
“Do you want the fruit now?” Bruce nodded before asking,
“What’s inside me? It feels different from the dildo.” Victor chuckled as he fiddled with a different remote, causing Bruce to let out a loud moan as new vibrations started up.
“This, pretty boy, is called a prostate massager and is the best friend or worst enemy of men everywhere; it’s specially designed to stimulate your prostate both inside and outside. The larger part is in your ass and is curved to hit your prostate dead-on, as opposed to the previous toys, while the smaller part has several small bumps on it, and it too is designed to hit and stimulate your prostate from the outside. This one vibrates, but you should be thankful your birthday wasn’t in two months; they are coming out with a new one where the outside bit wraps around your cock and it too vibrates, stimulating the prostate, cock, and balls all at the same time.” Victor smirked as Bruce whimpered at the idea before leaning in and whispering
“Now imagine me making you wear that to a board meeting with your directors while I calmly wait in your office, playing with the remote as you try to keep your composure in front of all those snobby Alphas you hate. Confident in the knowledge that you have an Alpha who satisfies you better than any of those crusty old fools could ever imagine, confident that most Omegas would give their eye teeth to have just one orgasm half as the ones I can give you… daily.” Bruce looked about ready to cum at the imagery being painted in his mind; as beautiful as anything the Devil could compose. Victor nipped his ear before pulling back, grabbing the bowl of fruit, and said,
“Now open.” Victor chose a piece of pear first and used it to gently trace the outline of his lips before tucking it in. Victor then picked up a slice of banana with a small piece of strawberry and fed them to Bruce, who took a moment to lick some of the juice from his finger. Seeing his Omega was feeling a little playful, he took a small chunk of pineapple with some strawberry, and set them in his own mouth before setting the bowl to the side and shimmying up to Bruce and grabbing his hands in his own. He then proceeded to reenact the scene with the ice, passing the strawberry and pineapple between them, letting the sweetness of the strawberry, tartness of the pineapple, and all the other flavours, including their own essences, mix. He also upped the power of the massager, swallowing down Bruce’s moan, before they swallowed whatever was in their mouths. As they pulled away from each other, Victor saw that Bruce’s pupils now almost completely eclipsed his iris’. What surprised him however was when Bruce leaned in and nuzzled Victor’s neck, letting out a slight purr, which prompted a return purr from Victor. Apparently, between the massage, the feeding, and their little make-out session, Bruce’s Omega hindbrain had completely taken over, pushing Bruce’s Ego and Superego into the background. What Victor had hoped for had happened; Bruce’s mind had been shut off and now he was simply feeling. Victor had wanted to give Bruce at least one more drawn-out orgasm, but he found the temptation just too great so he wrapped one hand around Bruce’s cock and started jacking him off as he went to kiss him again, upping the massager to its max level. Bruce moaned and whimpered as his overwrought body was worked to its peak once again. Victor remembered something from earlier and dug his fingers into Bruce’s mating gland, massaging the area; Bruce let out a good moan/scream combination and shot his load, painting both of their bodies.
Bruce whimpered as Victor eased the massager out of his abused hole, which grew into a full whine as Victor again dove in and gathered the excess slick to coat his cock with, and then leaned down to rim Bruce one last time.
“Please, please Daddy! I need you inside!” Victor pulled Bruce down a little bit before wrapping Bruce’s thighs around his waist and lining up with Bruce’s little hole. He kissed Bruce fiercely and told him,
“Remember, breathe and don’t clench up; you’ve been stretched and lubed and if you can stay relaxed, Daddy will be able to almost slide in.” Bruce nodded as he focused on his breathing as Victor started slowly inching forwards. Each time Bruce would involuntarily gasp and clench, Victor would stop, rub his Omega’s chest, and shush him until Bruce would again relax, and Victor would resume his path. It took a couple of minutes but eventually, he was seated all the way, and the two took a moment to catch their breaths. Victor removed his hands from Bruce’s hips and moved them to his shoulders with his thumbs lightly touching his neck. Bruce really had such a lovely neck, almost like a swan in its elegance but stronger; he lightly massaged the area, taking care not to touch the gland, as even he wasn’t sure Bruce could come a seventh time and he wanted their last orgasms to be with the bite. Soon, however, Bruce started squirming on Victor’s cock, needing friction. Victor reached back down for Bruce’s hips, using them to slowly drawing back out before moving back in. Victor didn’t even realize he had started speaking again as they slowly built up a rhythm.
“My good Omega, my precious boy; you’re so different from everyone else in Gotham, so good, and kind. You try to act like everyone else to belong, but it’s not you, pretty boy; I won’t let this city taint you like so many others. If I could, I would just keep you tied down on this bed, feed you, fuck your ass until you can’t even remember your own name, take care of you, not let Gotham and its corruption turn you. Do you want that pup? Want me to just look after you, feed you, cuddle you when you have nightmares, and just turn your brains into absolute liquid?” Victor finished this with a nip to Bruce’s ear, prompting him to scream,
“Fuck! Yes, please Daddy!” Victor pulled Bruce up enough for his mouth to reach the gland, and sunk his teeth in, triggering Bruce’s release, but he was shocked when Bruce reared up and bit Victor’s scent gland in return. Very few Alphas let their Omegas bite them, especially hard enough to break the skin, seeing it as ‘unmanly’ (which didn’t explain why female Alphas didn’t allow it but there you have Alpha stupidity). Victor saw it as only fair; after all, one good bite deserves another. It seemed Bruce’s bite triggered Victor’s own release as he shot his load and, being encased in Omega hormones, caused Victor to pop his knot, locking their bodies together for a half-hour at least. Victor removed his teeth and gently licked the mating bite he had inflicted, enjoying the shivers such an act elicited, though he soon had his own shivers to contend with as Bruce copied his actions and licked his scent gland. Soon, they were both much calmer, though Victor was shocked to see tear tracks on Bruce’s face.
“I always hoped I would be with someone who would love me for me, and I wind up mated to an Alpha I haven’t even known for twenty-four hours.”
“Bruce, you are the first person, Omega, Beta, or Alpha that has caught my Alpha’s interest since my wife died; believe me, when you go through what I did, watching the person you loved most in the world whither away, it leaves a mark. If you can even think of mating with another, it’s because there are strong emotions there; yes, it might not start as love, but a lot of strong matings have started based on compatibility, and I would say you and I are highly compatible.” Bruce scoffed and did his best to turn away. Victor felt his inner Alpha get agitated as Omega was happy five minutes ago, and now he was not, so Victor better do something to make Omega happy again or Alpha was going to give Victor a monster headache. Victor thought about it, but then an idea popped into his head and he said,
“Daddy doesn’t like seeing his little one so sad.” Bruce scoffed at this so Victor lightly trailed his hands up to where two soft, hairless underarms were waiting.
“Daddy would much rather see his little one smiling or even… laughing.” Bruce froze as he caught on to what Victor was getting at and said,
“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.” Victor raised his eyebrows at that.
“Are you telling your Daddy what to do?” Bruce glared at Victor and responded,
“I hate being tickled.” Victor lightly trailed his fingers through Bruce’s underarms, causing Bruce to bite his lip as he tried to maintain his glare.
“The problem here, little one, is that you are trying to tell your Daddy not to do something, particularly when he wants to make you feel good and smile.” Victor started lightly scratching the smooth underarms, wondering if Bruce put lotion there, which made even his tired dick twitch in interest of the idea of giving Bruce a rub down after his exercises. Bruce was trying to fight the smile spreading across his face, which was too bad as he did have such a cute smile. Victor removed his hands to place them on his hips, managing to look like a disappointed parent despite his nakedness and said
“And now here you are simply being obstinate; I see I’ll have to get rough with you.” Victor then grabbed the blindfold from Selina’s box, wrapped it around Bruce’s eyes before he could protest. He then grabbed one of the few ice cubes left in the cooler, this one a nice big one that would take some time to melt, even with how warm Bruce’s body was. He dropped the cube into Bruce’s navel, enjoying the little gasp at such a sensation, before again putting a generous amount of lotion onto his hands. Instead of rubbing it into his own hands as before, he applied it to Bruce’s underarms as well as Bruce’s stomach. He then leaned down and said,
“I hope this convinces you not to be so sour, especially since I know you have a very cute smile.” Victor then dug his hands into Bruce’s underarms and scratched hard, the lotion making his hands slip and slide, causing Bruce to burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha! V-v-victor! P-Pleeaase sto-o-op! Too-o-o m-much!” Bruce managed to gasp out.
“Say you’re sorry for being so negative.” Victor ordered as he switched and started tickling Bruce’s stomach, making sure to stay away from the navel, though not for much longer as he could feel his knot starting to deflate.
“I, I’m s-sorry for b-b-being s-so n-negative!” Bruce thought he might pass out again with the way Victor switched between his stomach and underarms, not letting him get used to either sensation and the blindfold made it so he couldn’t brace himself as he didn’t know which direction it was coming from. The ice cube swirling around in his navel was definitely not helping his situation.
“Say ‘I’m my Daddy’s ticklish little pretty boy’.” Victor dug his fingers into Bruce’s ribs for a change of pace, which didn’t appear to be as ticklish as the other two spots, but he needed another minute.
“N-n-no! I, I’m n-not s-saying that!” Bruce managed to protest though, as Victor’s knot deflated and he pulled out, stopping his assault for the moment to lie on top of him, Bruce got the feeling he should have said it when he had the chance.
“Too bad; if you want me to stop now, then you’ll have to say it three times.” Before Bruce could argue, he felt Victor’s tongue gently push the ice cube around his navel, and Bruce practically screamed,
“N-n-no D-da-daddy! N-not there!”
“Then say it; three times.” Victor responded before Victor grabbed the ice between his teeth and guided it around the navel.
“I, I’m m-my D-daddy’s t-t-ticklish l-little p-p-pretty b-boy.” Bruce managed to gasp out. The ice cube had melted so Victor raised his head and said,
“That was one, two more to go, little one.” Victor then started to kitten lick at the water in Bruce’s navel, as well as tickling his waist, which Bruce didn’t even know was ticklish, causing him to chortle helplessly for a moment before he got control and said,
“I, I’m *snicker* m-my D-daddy’s *giggle* t-ticklish little p-pretty b-b-boy!”
“There’s my good boy; just one more time and Daddy will let you rest.” Victor thankfully didn’t put his tongue back in Bruce’s navel, but he did start tickling the area around his navel which, though not as intense, was still highly uncomfortable, so Bruce took a deep breath and quickly shot out,
“I, I’m my D-daddy’s t-ticklish little p-p-pretty b-b-boy!” Victor stopped as soon as Bruce finished it, though he resolved to tie Bruce down again and figure out all of Bruce’s ticklish spots. As Bruce sucked in deep breaths of air, Victor soothingly kissed his way back up Bruce’s torso and spent a moment just rubbing Bruce’s chest, which he seemed to enjoy. He laid a chaste kiss at the corner of Bruce’s lips before removing the now tear-soaked blindfold. Figuring all the fight was officially out of Bruce, he fully untied him before gently hauling him up and wrapping his arms around him, then started rubbing his back.
“We’ll just take it day-by-day, like everyone else.” Bruce sniffled and said,
“I get a front-row seat when Alfred and Jim tear into you.” Victor rolled his eyes and replied,
“You really can’t help being a sassy little shit, can you?”
“Pretty much.” Bruce mumbled, sounding rather tired but perked up when Victor said,
“Would you like to take a quick shower before getting some sleep? I would have to be in there with you as you look a little wobbly, but we can be in and out in fifteen minutes.”
“And whose fault is it I’m ‘wobbly’? Kidding!” Bruce back tracked when Victor moved his fingers close to Bruce’s underarm.
“Good to know I have other methods for keeping you from mouthing off too much apart from spanking you.”
“Is it, uh, OK if I use the facilities before we shower? I kind of have to go.”
“That’s actually highly recommended after sex so go ahead and I’ll change the sheets again.”
“You don’t want me to help?” Victor looked into Bruce’s sleepy doe eyes and shook his head with a smile. Bruce managed to get his legs under him and slowly limped to the bathroom while Victor again changed the sheets. After the second change, he knelt down and pulled out a burner phone he had taped to the underside of the bed and looked through the various messages he had received, despite him telling those idiots not to message him and that he would message them when he was done.
Frost: Valeska?
Pagliacci: Finally! We’ve been waiting for hours for you to contact us!
Guardian of the maze: You were the one waiting; I was tending to Jervis’ hand.
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?: Indeed, dear Jerome; my march hare and I had total confidence in Mr. Freeze’s capabilities.
Victor sighed as the idiots devolved into another argument. He wished he hadn’t agreed to work with these morons but they had delivered a delectable Omega into his lap, so he couldn’t regret it too much. Especially if Valeska delivered all he promised, then he and Jervis would have three Omegas to look after and he could publicly reveal he was ‘Mr. Freeze’ (Ice man? That was the best they could come up with?) and stop having people underestimate him. He had hated having to give Nora those hypnotic drugs, but always knew he would need alibis if ever they found him.
Frost: Boys, if you could stop acting like imbeciles for five minutes; the Baby Boy has been claimed. I was actually surprised when he bit me back.
Pagliacci: You let him bite you?! I knew you would be perfect for each other! You’re both uptight in the streets but freaks in the sheets!
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?: Indeed, Mr. Freeze, not many Alphas would allow such a thing.
Frost: He’s not like other Omegas; I had to work hard to bring down his defences to get his hindbrain to accept me.
Pagliacci: Details, now.
Guardian of the Maze: Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Valeska.
Pagliacci: Hey! I know the kid better than any of you; if anyone deserves the naughty bits on the kid, its me!
Victor allowed a smirk to grace his face as he heard the toilet flush and the shower start and replied,
Frost: Then you know all about how cute a smile he has, right?
Pagliacci: …
Guardian of the Maze: Wow, you actually got him to shut up; I’m impressed Freeze.
Pagliacci: You have seen his smile?! He hardly ever smiles! How did you- ahem, I mean, yes, he has a very cute smile; I saw it at the benefit where we met, years ago.
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?: But you haven’t seen it lately, have you?
Pagliacci: Shut up Tetch.
Guardian of the Maze: That’s my Alpha your talking to.
Pagliacci: I’m aware, Bag head.
Frost: No matter how pretty his smile is though, it can’t quite measure up to his laugh, right Valeska?
Pagliacci: You got him to… laugh? You got him to-?! How did you-?!
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?: Perhaps we should vacate the area, Mr. Crane? Dear Jerome looks ready to blow!
Guardian of the Maze: I think you’re right Mr. Tetch.
Frost: I should leave as well; my Omega is waiting for me… in the shower.
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?: …
Guardian of the Maze: …
Pagliacci: …
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?: I tip my hat to you sir!
Guardian of the Maze: *slow claps* Well played Freeze, well played.
Pagliacci: Freeze, don’t you dare hang up on us!
Frost: Night boys; I’ll see you in two weeks but Valeska, your brother has a lot to measure up to when it comes to Bruce.
Victor turned off the phone and put it back under the bed before going to join his beautiful new mate in a nice hot shower, with a huge smile on his face as he imagined the tantrum that clown was throwing right now.