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Quinn Hughes is one of the few omega players in the nhl
Team USA has just won a game against Team Canada and as tradition they get to choose someone from team Canada to come to their winners room and with Sidney Crosby on Team Canada it’s an easy choice, he’s such a good player, practically a hockey god.
Quinn quietly watches from his stall as his teammates get riled up and Sidney Crosby walks into the room.
As Crosby walks in and scans the room his eyes land on Quinn his demeanor changes instantly, he can pick up on the omega pheromones from Quinn. But Crosby doesn’t get a chance to do anything as he’s quickly surrounded by team USA, the captain Austin Matthews. They’re ready to put Crosby to work, he’s here to pleasure them after all, to be used and humiliated for his team's loss.
Crosby has to let himself get pulled around by the excited alphas, even as his instincts urge him to go towards the sweet smelling omega. but right now he is powerless against the alphas, the team is quick to put him to use. Matthews roughly shoves Crosby to his knees and then they quickly get into rhythm, Crosby’s sucking the other alphas off as well. Crosby has to try and keep up with the rough treatment.
Quinn can’t deny that he’s starting to slick up a bit, Crosby looks so good on his knees and his little choking sounds send sparks through Quinn. But he knows he can't do anything about it, not here at least.
Slowly some of the alphas finish up and leave, Quinn sees this as his opportunity to sneak out and is about to get up and leave without ever joining in when suddenly Brady calls him out.
Brady, “Where do you think you're going Huggy? Don't you want your turn with Crosby?”
Quinn tenses before he can stop himself but quickly plays it off, “Nah, I’m good” Quinn says in slight embarrassment, looking to the door as his teammates make various sounds of disagreement.
McAvoy, “Come on man don't be like that. Everyone's had their fun, you're the only one holding back bro.”
Quinn shrugs, feeling his anxiety rising inside as he says “it’s fine, I don’t usually participate in these” he gestures vaguely. He watches as his teammates frown and looks at each other in confusion, they can’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to participate in a winners room.
It’s Matthew’s who speaks up, “what do you mean you don’t participate? You don’t want a chance with Crosby?” He asks in disbelief.
Quinn can feel his cheeks heating in embarrassment and before he can think it through he’s saying, “well- no it’s different”, the ‘for omegas’ he leaves out. Quinn keeps his eyes down as his teammates exchange looks of confusion and he ignores the way Crosby’s staring right at him.
McAvoy is asking him “Different how?” at the same time as Matthew’s puzzled “what do you mean it’s different?”
“I just…” Quinn trails off not knowing what excuse to use, as an omega he has a female reproductive system so he’s different then the alphas but that’s his secret he could get into trouble if the alphas found out. He can't help but subtly flinches back when he sees Crosby's eyes locked onto him, Quinn’s heart races as fear fills him.
Crosby’s instincts are going wild as he finally understands the situation. Quinn’s team may be oblivious, but Crosby steps forward with a dangerous glint in his eye. His earlier submission from the winners room long forgotten as the potential of the omega in front of him takes hold of his alpha side, smirking as he says "Ohhh... I get it now." And finally Quinn’s teammates slowly start to understand as well, they pause—some smirking at the implication, others still just confused. But Crosby? He’s laser-focused on Quinn like a predator finally smelling the blood of its prey.
Quinn levels Crosby with a glare, it’s not common for a male omega to have a pussy but it is possible. Quinn’s a rarity among male omegas. He flinches back a step as Crosby moves towards him, his eyes fixated on Quinn while his own scent thickens, becoming richer and more potent. The other alphas notice the change, confused by the sudden intensity coming from Crosby. But Crosby himself is barely even acknowledging them at this point, his focus is solely on Quinn.
Crosby smirks as he taunts Quinn, "You're not just any omega are you? You're a rare one... a breeding omega aren’t ya Quinn."
And Quinn’s fees his blood run cold even as his flush deepens, “no I’m not a breeding omega” he denies too fast and he knows it by the way Crosby’s smirk grows
"Liar," Crosby practically purrs, voice dropping low as he takes another step forward making Quinn’s back hit the lockers. The other alphas start to murmur in interest now too, their scents spiking with sudden realization.
McAvoy’s eyes widen as it hits him, "Wait… you mean we’ve been missing out on a real breeding omega this whole time?” He says in disappointment.
Quinn’s panicking now as he feels how all eyes are now on him, the alphas don’t care about Crosby or the winners room anymore. “No! No, I’m not, I'm just a normal omega” he denies, “I think we’re off track here, why don’t we get back to the winners room?” Quinn tries to change the subject even though he knows it’s hopeless. His heart sinks when the alphas just laugh at the suggestion, too caught up in their new discovery to care about the winners room anymore.
Crosby’s the worst as the alpha presses into Quinn’s space, keeping Quinn’s back pinned to the lockers so he can’t escape "You know omega, you don't have to be denying yourself. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” Crosby says his tone doesn’t leave any room for Quinn to argue.
Quinn’s hands go to Crosby’s shoulders to try and keep some distance between them, “I’m not denying anything” he says, pointedly ignoring how his voice shakes a little.
And Crosby lets out a rough chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip Quinn's hips possessively. The other alphas perking up with interest at the sight—this is far more interesting than a regular winners room, “You're lying through your teeth," he growls, leaning in closer, "And I think you should be honest with us."
“I’m not lying” Quinn says with surprising conviction as he practically trembles in fear.
Which only entices the alphas more, Crosby's grip tightening on Quinn’s hips as his scent spikes at the feeling of Quinn trembling under his hands. The other alphas growl in frustration—they can all practically smell the omega’s lie, "You're shaking," Crosby murmurs darkly, "And your scent? It's begging for us to find out the truth."
Matthews steps forward, cracking his neck— and with a smirk he suggests, "We could just check for ourselves."
Quinn rapidly shakes his head at that and squeezes his thighs shut, “no, no there’s no need for that” and he’s really trembling now.
The alphas smirk, smelling the omega's panicked spike in pheromones at the suggestion. They’re practically vibrating with excitement—they know they're on to something. But Crosby is enjoying this too much to rush it.
“Are you afraid we'll find something?" he purrs, letting his hand slowly slide down to Quinn's thigh. He runs his fingers over the inside, feeling the heat, the tension.
Quinn squeezes his thighs together tighter so Crosby’s hand can’t slip between them, “No, no you won’t find anything” he lies and shakes his head.
Crosby's smirk turns downright predatory as he feels Quinn clench tighter under his touch. The other alphas are practically growling now—this is too much fun to watch. “Your body says otherwise," he murmurs, dragging a fingertip up the inside of Quinn’s thigh teasingly slowly, "You know we'll find out eventually… Might as well let us see for ourselves."
Quinn shudders and wants to deny more but he freezes in place when Crosby’s hand suddenly forces its way up to cup his cunt, it’s like Quinn’s entire world has stopped and the moment Crosby cups him, an excited rush goes through the room—excited gasps, growls, groans—they can all smell that the omega is just as affected as they are. Crosby leans in till his face is right in front of Quinn’s, his eyes dark—he can see Quinn’s breathing speeds up, his whole body practically vibrating with anticipation. "You're so warm," he murmurs, using a single finger to circle around the sensitive area.
Quinn squirms trying to get away, which he finds out is a mistake when it allows Crosby to slip his thigh between Quinn’s legs, forcing them further apart.
“That was a mistake, now we’re all going to see how wet you really are” Crosby’s voice is rough with want and all the alpha scents in the room are thick with arousal.
Quinn’s mind has gone blank at the word ‘wet’, a nervous chill running through him. Because through all his fear he knows his omega is slicking up, it’s a natural reaction to having so many aroused alpha scents around him.
Crosby actually laughs—a rough, pleased sound as he feels Quinn stiffen under his grip. The alphas are practically vibrating with anticipation— and Crosby’s fingers hook into the waistband of Quinn’s sweatpants, pausing just long enough to let the omega squirm before yanking them down in one sharp motion. "There we go," he purrs, eyes raking over exposed skin, "Now let's see if you taste as good as you smell."
Quinn can’t help the whimper that leaves him now that the cold air hits his exposed cunt.
Crosby and the other alphas all groan at the sight of Quinn, his pretty pink cunt glistening with how turned on he is. The alphas can feel the tension in the room climbing, their instincts roaring and scents thickening as they all move closer for a better look. "Look at you," Crosby murmurs, his hand moving to gently cup the omega's now exposed cunt, "You're a pretty one aren't you?"
Quinn whines quietly, but his head thumps back against the lockers when Crosby’s fingers start to move, it becomes very clear that the alpha knows what he’s doing.
And Crosby’s smirk widens as he feels Quinn arch into his touch, the omega's body betraying him with every little twitch and whimper. The other alphas are practically growling at this point—they can all see how easily Crosby is unraveling Quinn. “You like that?" he murmurs, circling Quinn's clit just to watch his back bow off the locker, “Bet you'd come in seconds if I kept going."
Brock steps forward impatiently— "Quit teasing and fuck him already."
Quinn almost sighs in relief when Crosby relents, but it’s short lived. The alphas force him away from the lockers and down over a bench, Quinn squirms and fights as his arms are carefully tied behind his back, legs spread and tied down to the legs of the bench, they’ve basically created a breeding bench for him. Quinn tries to squirm but the bench digs into his chest and his knees will soon ache from how they’re keeping him up.
Crosby watches as the others manhandle Quinn into position—their scents are practically drowning the room in arousal now, their growls filling the room. The second Quinn’s tied down, exposed and helpless on that bench Crosby lets out a rough groan. "Perfect," he mutters, dragging his fingers over Quinn's bare cunt again—just to feel him jolt, "Now you're ours."
Matthews steps forward first with a feral grin— "My turn." He calls, he is team USA's captain after all.
Quinn goes to say something but very quickly a piece of fabric is being forced into his mouth to effectively gag him. His grumbles of frustration are muffled in the quickly dampening fabric.
The alphas all laugh at that—Boldy is the one who gags the omega, but all of them are eyeing him like a pack of wolves. Now that he's completely immobilized, his legs tied down and gagged, they can see how his whole body is trembling.
"Look at that," someone murmurs— J.T? "So helpless." Quinn can’t tell who’s who anymore from where he’s facing the floor, the alphas circle the bench until they're all standing around Quinn—the tension is so thick it almost hurts to breathe.
The alphas just let Quinn shiver and tense for a few moments before one of them finally reaches out and touches him. There's a sound of disagreement and then someone chuckles, followed by a few muttered comments. “I think he's missing something." someone says.
J.T suddenly steps forward, grabbing something from nearby and approaching Quinn. He reaches out and pushes a blindfold over Quinn's eyes, putting him into blissful darkness.
Quinn’s struggles instantly stop once he’s blindfolded, he knows he’s stuck now, no point in struggle and his traitorous omega relaxes like it’s welcoming this. All it takes is the blindfold to make Quinn still— and the alphas all let out harsh laughs at that, clearly pleased by the effect it's having on the omega.
“He's so much quieter this way." There's a few murmurs of agreement; a hand petting his hair, one sliding down his back and gripping his ass then thighs. They're all taking turns just touching him.
Quinn lets out a whine— as much as he can through the gag, when someone’s fingers drag through his soft folds
All the alphas groan at the sound. They can smell the sweet scent of the omega practically dripping slick already—it's so obvious how turned on he is and they're all fighting over who gets to feel him next.
"Look how wet you are for us," someone murmurs, voice gruff and strained, "You really do want this, huh?" The alphas are taking turns touching Quinn—fingers sliding through his folds
Quinn flushes in embarrassment, his omega howling inside with want, he’s been around alphas so much in the NHL, but he’s never been allowed this before. He whimpers when a finger suddenly dips inside him, it’s been so long since he’s had time to do anything.
The alphas are all groaning at the sounds Quinn's making. They can feel how tight and hot he is, the way he clenches at a single finger, and it takes all of them to keep their instincts in check. Someone reaches over to grip his waist, another to rest a hand on his head, like he's a good dog.
"Perfect," someone says, "He's so tight... you don't think he could get pregnant though?” They ask each other.
The word ‘pregnant’ instantly brings Quinn’s fight back, he pulls on his binds and tries to squirm away. He’s nervous now, they’re wrong he could get pregnant and he doesn’t think that’ll stop them. And his omega, the traitor, slicks up more at the thought of being round with a litter.
The alphas just laugh when Quinn struggles again. One of them—Crosby?—holds him in place. “Easy," he says, "Don't bother trying to move, you aren't going anywhere."
Quinn can hear as another Alpha, Faber? steps up behind him. "What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes gleaming as he smirks with the other alphas, "Scared of something? Like getting knocked up by one of us? Carrying our seed for nine months?"
Quinn shivers, pressing himself down further submissively like he can hide, scared and shameful as he drips slick at the thought.
The alphas growl at the sight; their instincts going wild at the omega's submission. They can smell the way his body is responding, leaking sweet slick, how he's submitting to them and they love it. They've barely even started and he's already behaving like a good omega.
"You like that idea?" someone purrs. Someone else laughs, "Of us breeding you? putting a round belly on you?"
Quinn tries to shake his head no, but his insides heat up, does he want it? He’s never allowed himself such pleasure before, to have these thoughts. He whines through the gag when two fingers fill him up, slick making an obscene noise and he can’t believe how wet he is. He hears some teasing and a deep groan before a belt is being undone and the fingers removed quickly. Quinn squirms when he feels the blunt head of a cock being pressed against his entrance, there's no way he's prepped enough for it.
The alphas groan in unison as they watch Matthews press against Quinn—the omega's body is already trembling, his little hole clenching around nothing. They can all smell the way he's panicking, how his scent spikes with fear and arousal.
Quinn whines high and panicked when the alpha pushes the tip in, he goes boneless when he starts pushing the rest in. It’s bigger than he expected, he has no idea who’s behind him but they’re cock has the perfect girth, stretching him and his omega purrs in approval.
The alphas groan all around Quinn, all of them watching what's happening to him. They're all feeling wild from the situation; the scent of an omega slick and ready, helplessly tied to the bench so all of them can use him just how they want.
“He's so tight," Matthews grunts, “I don't think he's been touched before… maybe we're his first." The others in the room groan in response, a few of them saying "lucky"
Quinn flinches and tries to yelp in pain when Matthews keeps pushing past the resistance, he hates that they’re right that this is his first. And the alphas growl as the realization hits them. It’s so obvious that he's completely untouched to everyone in the room—and that turns them all on even more.
“He really is a virgin," Matthews mutters, the words coming out almost like a prayer, gasping at how hot and tight Quinn is around his cock.
It's silent for a few seconds before Crosby speaks up, Quinn’s starting to be able to differentiate between the voices, his voice dark and rough, "So we're the first, hm?" The alphas are clearly very pleased. Quinn can only bow his head, blindfolded and gagged, no way of responding. Crosby growls—low and possessive. The sight of Quinn like this, tied up and helpless, is too much for him to handle.
“That means he's ours," he mutters, "Ours to ruin."
Matthews starts moving—slow at first but quickly picking up speed as the other alphas watch in hungry silence. Quinn’s whimpering with pain at first but slowly his body adjusts and he’s panting heavily as some pleasure soaks in, and that drives the alphas wild. They can't take their eyes off the way he's being used by Matthews—and the fact that he's adjusting so quickly is getting to them too.
"Look at him,” someone murmurs, "Already adapting to this."
Crosby steps forward again, running a rough hand across Quinn's back, “Looks like he's liking it." And Quinn doesn’t flinch away from the touch this time, instead he presses into it, taking what comfort he can. He groans at the sight—Quinn pressing into his touch like a needy little thing. The other alphas are watching, their scents thickening as they realize just how much the omega is clinging to them for comfort. “That's it," he murmurs, dragging a rough palm down Quinn's spine, "Take it."
Matthews starts moving faster—his grip tightening on Quinn’s hips. Quinn can feel his own slick running down his thighs and he can’t help but grind back as much as he can into Matthews to take him deeper, his bodies adjusted and his omegas desperate for more after being deprived for so long.
All the alphas groan the moment Quinn starts rocking back into it. The change from struggling to now wanting it is affecting them all.
“He's so desperate," someone mutters, "Look at him. He's grinding back for more."
Crosby and a couple others are touching him now—petting his hair and tracing soft circles along his neck and back as they watch. It's both possessive and soothing.
“Such a good little omega…” Quinn shivers at the praise, moaning through the gag. And then he moans loudly through the gag when he moves his hips a certain way and suddenly Matthews finds a spot deep inside him that shoots white hot pleasure through him.
The alphas' scents deepen with want. Whatever Matthews did, it must've hit him in a good spot, because now Quinn’s moaning and whimpering for more.
"Tight," Matthews grits out, "so goddamn tight."
Matthews hands are all over him now, touching his body like he's a toy for them to use. The other alphas are getting more confident now too, moving closer.
Quinn keeps his hips still so Matthews can keep hitting that spot Quinn found, he’s shaking and moaning, drool dripping off his gag.
The alphas growl at the sight—Quinn, drooling and shaking, his body completely given over to pleasure. Matthews is slamming into that spot with brutal precision now, loving how the omega clenches around him.
*"He's close," Crosby mutters, "Look at him."
Matthews groans in agreement—his hips stuttering as he feels Quinn tightening even more.
It only takes a couple more thrusts and Quinn’s cuming hard, practically squirting on Matthews cock, slick dripping down the alphas balls and onto the floor in a puddle.
The alphas roar as they watch Quinn come undone—their scents are so thick it's hard to breathe, their growls filling the room.
Matthews groans through gritted teeth, his hips stuttering as he feels the omega clench around him. "Fuck—" he snarls, "He's squeezing me like a goddamn vise."
Crosby reaches down and drags his fingers through the slick mess on Quinn’s thighs with a dark chuckle. Bringing his fingers to his mouth for a taste of the sweet slick.
Quinn’s whining in in overstimulation as Matthews keeps grinding in, but his brain gets hazy and he goes boneless when Matthews stills and fills him with hot cum.
The room is full of sounds of pleasure as the alphas slowly get off to the sight and scent of Quinn—all the alphas are watching the way Quinn is filled. They're all feeling the need to mark and claim him now.
"That's it," someone murmurs, "He took it so well."
Matthews slowly pulls out and starts massaging Quinn's hips.
“Our little omega," someone else murmurs. "All marked up and full."
They watch entrances as slick and cum slowly dribbles out of Quinn, running down his thighs. “Messy little omega, leaking just for us” Matthews mutters with a chuckle.
Quinn doesn’t get a chance to respond before the next alpha is already thrusting in. Quinn whimpers—overstimulated and still twitching from the last round, but the alphas don’t care. They're all too far gone in their instincts to stop now.
"Tight," this new alpha growls as he pushes in, "So damn tight."
Crosby watches with a smirk, his fingers trailing down Quinn's spine—"He's taking it so well, I bet he could take all of us."
Quinn whimpers at the thought of that, he’s only on the second alpha and already he’s overstimulated with no idea how much time passed, he can tell he’s in for a long day.