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Segment 8, Iota, little Zandik, Zanzan.. he had many names, really. However the common consensus was that he was the cutest segment. Whether it was older segments, or other harbingers, nobody could resist that boy’s puppy eyes. The lack of a spark most kids his age had didn’t ruin that effect, when he had a cute face to make up for it.
He was particularly popular with the older segments, who used him as a lap cat most of the time. When he wasn’t working on experiments with the Aranara the segments, particularly 35 and 65, would call the boy in to just stand there and be cute—he was very easy on the eyes. Sometimes he’d just be there to run around and do ‘errands’ around the lab to ease some tension, like having a kitty hang around would. Other times, they had him actively working to relieve the tension. That was, Omega had him actively working to relieve the tension.
The other older segments had at least some empathy towards little Zandik. Perhaps because the original Zandik had grown some gentleness by the time those segments were made, Omega however, didn’t have much remorse for him.
Omega would shamelessly call little Zandik into his office, and have him work. Most of the times it was just sitting on his lap and being good, being pressed down just a little too much, and a little uncomfortable from what he assumed was the hard belt underneath him. On the occasion Omega happened to be more on the edge than usual, that of course meant little Zandik had more work to do.
Omega would slide down the little boy’s shorts, leaving him only covered by the slightly oversized coat he had. He’d rub his slit with gloved fingers, not wanting to get himself dirty just yet. Little Zandik would squirm in Omega’s lap, letting out quiet whimpers and gasps before being shut up by fingers covered in his own slick. He’d dutifully clean Omega’s gloves as an apology for being too loud, he’d done it enough times to know what to do. Omega would press down on the boy’s tongue till he gagged and teared up, finding a sort of sick enjoyment in seeing the little segment so helpless, before deciding to accept his apology and shove the fingers into his little cunt.
It was always so tight, perhaps because he was built to have a young body. It took a good amount of patient thrusting to loosen him enough for the following parts not to be painful. Omega did not have that patience, instead he’d shove as many fingers as he could inside the boy, which resulted in little Zandik crying usually, and pumping them as fast as he could. When the little boy got too loud, he might spare him a kiss on the forehead, or a little encouragement so he doesn’t completely break down. He didn’t mind having bloodied gloves afterwards, he’d wash them off like after any experiment. When Omega decided the blood and slick made the boy wet enough for penetration, he wasted no time. He’d grip the boy’s waist and immediately pull him down the most he could on his cock. It never fit entirely the first try, though it still made a small bulge on his lower stomach, but experiments always take trial and error, don’t they? He’d slowly inch in the rest of his dick into little Zandik, putting a free hand over his mouth to stop his cries from alerting anyone, although he knew the other segments probably already knew anyway, whether from the way the boy would limp after leaving his office or the fact he’d started doing a lot more sexual innuendos on his own.
It was hard for little Zandik not to pass out once the entire dick was inside him, it being far too big for his body, but being an enhanced human gave him some ability to endure more. The older segment would give him sick praise, call him a ‘good boy’ who takes it ‘so well’. He’d stroke his hair, cup his cheek, almost like he wasn’t assaulting him right now. He was just so young, and sensitive, just Omega bottoming out had the boy cumming, albeit painfully. The older segment didn’t mind it on a practical level, it’d be easier to fuck him with more lube, however cumming without permission was against the rules Omega set for him, a punishment was only reasonable.
When little Zandik was nice and pliant, Omega would just let the boy cockwarm him while he worked. Usually the young segment would just end up getting used it, and might even fall asleep if too little stimulation is provided. When he was naughty, Omega didn’t hesitate to hoist him up on the table, pushing all his work aside to ram into him. Naughty boys needed to be punished and corrected after all.
One hand would hand little Zandik’s hand trapped behind him, while the other gripped his little hips to control him. Being so young, Zandik practically weighed nothing to Omega, so moving him forwards and backwards in time with his thrusts wasn’t hard at all. Omega would pull out only to smash completely back into the boy, and do so at a rapid pace, little Zandik could only sob and plead for mercy he knew he wouldn’t get. Omega made sure to properly use him when he was naughty, that is fill up all his holes to the brim with warm semen—pregnancy wasn’t a problem that concerned the segments. If he was lucky, little Zandik would be passed out after the first round, and wouldn’t be able to feel the rest. If luck wasn’t on his side, Omega would shake him awake every now and then, and deliver a few particularly hard thrusts to make his point clear.
By the end of Omega’s ‘stress relief’, little Zandik was properly and thoroughly fucked, the excess cum leaking out of his holes. Omega actually had the decency to clean him up, and let him sleep on the nearby surgery bed. Perhaps even he had some deep buried empathy for the segment, however not enough to stop using him for his own relief.
Afterwards little Zandik would wake up with a horrible ache in his groin, and legs, although feeling a little lighter. He forgot a lot of what happened, and if he remembered, he was too young to really understand what happened properly. He’d just leave Omega’s office with a little candy as reward, a limp leg, and a small wet patch on his shorts.