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The hospital had once been a manor house and while updated to to modern equipment and divided into twice the former number of available rooms but still held a daunting appearance. Despite being funded at least in part by state resources the management and overseeing of the institute, like other private omega hospitals, rehabilitation centres and isolation communities around the country, were largely left to a small medical board and allowed less strict adherence to traditional healthcare codes.
The nurse recognised him and immediately disarmed the lock on the ward door to admit him.
Hannibal disliked leaving his mate in such clumsy hands as Chilton's but his own efforts to train the cheeky disobedience had not been satisfactory and the return to basics in a secure facility would hopefully be enough to start them back on a healthy track. Due to his ongoing acquaintanceship with the head it had been quite simple to bend rules about visiting privileges and see to it that his preferred methods were implemented while allowing the foolish man to feel they were his own.
“He’s already been moved to a visitors room so I’ll just need to page someone to escort you.”
“Thank you.”
Two orderlies appeared moments later to lead the way down the familiar hallway. Muffled sounds from patient’s bedrooms as he passed closed doors, soft groans and whimpers that would be as likely found in another form of establishment.
As much as he was entertained by the flashes of defiance that reminded him of why he originally decided to make the omega his, Will had demonstrated that he could not be trusted with that level of freedom. After some weeks of training under the fully sanctioned guise of medical treatment, the feisty little omega had been successfully broken down into an appropriate mate. Although there had been complications, as was to be expected as Will was still above average levels of perception and intelligence, Hannibal had never expected the boy to become a genuine danger so early in their relationship.
Three months of institutional care had brought…interesting results.
The meek creature sitting on one side of the metal table was very different from the last visit a fortnight earlier. Hannibal had mistakenly underestimated the omega's determination and although he had been able to overpower him easily enough before the guard got the door open, the bite Will had taken out off his face would likely leave a permeant scar.
“Hello Will.”
One of Will ankles had been secured to the table and his wrists were shackled to a connecting chain at his waist rather than threaded through the table. He noted the enflamed marks about his mouth and nose from roughly applied feeding tubes.
He left his coat and briefcase on the table and moved to wrap his arms around his omega. Will stiffened but once a hand covered his neck he couldn’t fight the comfort he would already be craving.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, still kneading the omega’s nape.
“Why are you still pretending?” The soft voice sounded almost raspy from disuse but the alpha still heard him.
“What do you mean?”he asked.
“I’m not going to forgive you. I hate you for what you’ve done.”
The rejection hurt more than it should have though the doctor didn’t allow that to show on his face. “Then you have made no progress,” Hannibal sighed sadly. Business as usual and perhaps a small punishment to remind him
"Have you been wearing the sleep anal plug and oral knot gag I had Doctor Chilton prescribe for you? Remember, a good omega should be accustomed to and welcoming of an alpha's knot in his hole, and mouth as well if he is particularly fortunate, at any given time in the day or night. For convenience and realism this has been done primarily at night so far but could be conducted earlier and for more than the minimum number of hours. If you refuse to use the medical equipment there will be no option but to keep you in manual restraints at all hours,” Hannibal paused, pretending to consider a new idea. “In fact, having your arms and legs bound while servicing an artificial knot in both your mouth and hole would be a very beneficial experience for you. Letting your body be free from the burden of thoughts and actions to just perform as nature intended would work wonders for your mental health. Yes, I will speak to Doctor Chilton about what can be done."
"But-"
"Hush now darling," Hannibal interrupted. He checked his watch. "I cannot stay long today but I would never deprive you. Present."
Will's eyes flicked to the men standing by the door and back. Hannibal concealed his amusement and arousal at the omega's discomfit and hesitation. "I won't ask you again, Will. Present.”
Will flinched at the command but hesitantly stood and bent forward over the cold metal surface. The alpha drank in the beautiful flush darkening his mate's as still nervous fingers worked down the dowdy, hospital issue trousers to pool about his ankles as his legs spread obediently. The shy behaviour was reminiscent of the teenager who had first enticed him years earlier. The smart but cheeky and rebellious omega he had broken down and trained into an acceptable mate at the father's request.
By all counts his experiment had been successful and it did give him a satisfaction of sorts that such an insolent, little creature had been altered so by his methods even if traces of the beautiful challenge that caused his initial attraction still persisted. He stepped up behind the trembling omega. A quick slap to his right buttock was enough to remind Will to present himself properly, lowering himself further so his face and chest were pressed flat against the table and reaching back behind him uncomfortably to spread his cheeks apart, offering up his hole like a good omega. Just as he’d been taught.
Hannibal ran a gentle hand over Will’s hip but tsked in disapproval as his finger touched the omega’s hole, far too dry and tight for there to have been adherence to the treatment. Over a long enough period of the prolonged, forceful breeding sessions combined with the compliance drugs pumped in with the artificial semen or delivery orally could alter an omega’s physiology to a state of permanent readiness so that a single touch to their hole would cause the orifice to loosen and produce slick in preparation for penetration.
There was some speculation on how long this took to induce as to experiment on any omegas other than those deemed a danger to themselves and others by outside parties would be unethical. He had not been particularly concerned with achieving this in their own sessions but was not happy to see less progress than should have been made.
“I see that you have not been cooperating with the treatment,” he said, pressing his finger forward, drawing a cry from the omega but, he was glad to see, no attempt was made to close his legs. “That will certainly mean restraints around the clock, more work for the staff and much more unpleasantness for you. You still don’t understand that this disobedient behaviour is selfish and will only cause pain and discomfort for you and waste the time of time of everyone around you.”
Two fingers pressed against Will's lips and the boy whimpered but obediently opened to suckle them .
Frederick Chilton had long admired and been somewhat intimidated by his colleague Hannibal Lecter so he’d been only to happy to accept the man’s young mate as a patient. While it was undeniable that he had enjoyed aspects of having the boy as his patient and had taken note of developments in omegan domestication like those observed in articles by the man himself in previous years, overlooking some some ethical dilemmas, but was now tired entirely of the other man’s continued influence in his hospital. He had found himself bending regulations time and again and allowing the other to be far too involved in the treatment process.
"Now Doctor Lecter," Chilton said with an attempt at aloof. "I've made allowances for extra access to your mate but I cannot treat him properly with this much interference. Don't get me wrong, both your papers on omega domestication were fascinating-I've actually begun including a mandatory hour of mechanical breeding for some of the boisterous patients- but that boy's hardly a good advertisement for your work.”
“My dear Frederick, I cannot say how glad I am to have your assistance in my mate’s recovery but I believe the terms we agreed upon were quite clear and are being met. I admit I allowed some leniency with my mate considering a number of painful circumstances but have no doubt that he is improving under your care.” The cool but ever polite response made Chilton flustered and somehow could not bring the conversation back to the point he had wanted.
Despite his own success in his field conversations with Lecter always made him shrink just a little.
It was true that his own patient body never passed one hundred at one time and many had been in the facility for years. Widows, a few mates passed over for a variety of reasons and the red herrings who had tried to trick the system with suppressants for far too long. A dozen omegas deemed too old to re-mate but able to live in a less structured facility had been removed the week before to a private home and due to a slow year for new admissions they were at a record low of forty-four patients.
There were several young omegas at present, all checked in by worried family members. One notable young lady had been brought in by worried parents after discovering her in a compromising position with a female beta behind her betrothed's back. Still somehow he found himself obsessing over his colleague's mate. With that thought in mind he opened his laptop to one of his favourite recordings from the young omega’s cell after Lecter had left.
The doe eyed omega sucked desperately on the feeding tube, eyes watering in pain. The blended mush was delivered at a quick pace throughout the feeding to ensure the patient sucked as hard as they could long after their bellies became full to avoid chocking. The procedure left patients weak and docile, almost as much so as after a good hard breeding and many developed oral fixations as a result. A desired achievement as the hospital's goal was to rehabilitate omegas enough to be returned to their old lives and in most cases find new mates even if much of the clientele were older and less picky.
The inmates essentially shared the same daily routines consisting of three liquid meals, hour long therapy and breeding sessions and for the older and more docile omegas the option of group activities.
Despite the relatively low demand Chilton had always prided himself on seeing to it that the equipment was up to date. The breeding and knotting machines were complete with soft, lined restraints and a cushioned bench so a kneeling omega could be comfortable for as long as needed.
As the hospital's most trying case Chilton had devoted extra time and thought to how to treat young Will. As the boy had stubbornly resisted any attempts at talk therapy he had shifted focus to the physical training. It had been his decision that Will's feedings would be conducted at the same time as his breeding sessions. Now watching a recording of his new favourite patient he was quite transfixed again by those sweet pink lips stretched around the plastic tube, thighs spread uncomfortably wide in stirrups as the electric dildo rocked rhythmically in and out of him. The soft, strangulated whimpers sounded with the release of each round of artificial semen, released on a timer every ten minutes.
It was no wonder his colleague had chosen not to simply cast him off as the little omega's barrenness would be enough of an offence in most people's minds. There had been very little published information on the nature of the incident which lead to the omega’s involuntary hospitalisation nor was Lecter generous with details. The thought had irked Chilton many times as he sat across from the boy or watched the recordings that showed more than his erratic moods, almost as if playacting, or the sweet physical allure that could make many alphas lose track of logical thought. It was hard to put into words as to why yet he could not help but feel certain that the omega was just a little dangerous.
His hand had worked down his pants almost without his noticing and reached his end almost embarrassingly quick.