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Robert's eyes flit over the website, his cheek resting in his palm as he scans the different forms.
He's been looking for an omega for a while now, something to produce milk and take his cock. His apartment was a decent size, and the company selling them was going out of business. He didn't think they'd care enough to check out his place before sending an omega over, as long as he pays.
He just wasn't sure what kind of omega to get. There were a few different kinds of flavored milks. The most popular were chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, but there were rarer variations like rose or mint. Robert wasn't sure about those. He did plan on making ice cream, and he's always been partial to strawberry, but maybe vanilla would provide more variety in things he could add..
He clicks on the sort option, clicking two boxes and suddenly all he's seeing are strawberry and vanilla milk omegas. He scrolls through absentmindedly, page after page and yet all of these omegas didn't suit his type. Sure, their milk would taste good, but if they weren't his type physically then what was even the point??
The majority were blond or brunette, and he preferred omegas with darker hair. He just wasn't sure. He was still torn between strawberry and vanilla as well. Robert sighs, rubbing his eyes. He refreshes the website, only for his eye to catch on a new omega.
He had pretty, soft features that just screamed helpless. His eyes were dark brown and teary, long hair combed and curled. He wasn't smiling, he looked miserable, but even so Robert wanted him.
He clicks onto the profile, flipping through the pictures. His pussy was slick and puffy, practically begging for a cock. Robert's breath catches when he reads the description.
Name: Jimmy
Age: 19
Sex: Male omega
Type of milk: strawberry/vanilla combination
And that was enough for Robert. He gets up, digging out his wallet. He's paying the $750 for the omega before he takes any more time to think it through. He's been saving up for this for a while, and he was convinced that with the amount of money he'd save on milk and ice cream, that Jimmy would pay for himself.
He clicks order, and grins as the screen tells him that Jimmy will arrive in a week. He turns off his computer, excitement swirling inside of him. He couldn't wait.
—
A full week passes before there's a knock on his front door. He opens it, eyes widening at the huge wooden box. He hadn't expected them to send him in a literal box. How could he even survive in there??
He signs for it, dragging it inside and he hears a soft whine. There were airholes, at least. He knew he was alive in there. He sets it down gently on the ground right side up, prying open the box. The second he lifts the lid off, he gasps at the sight.
The omega was bound spread eagle, completely trapped. He was blinking rapidly at the sudden light, face tear streaked and utterly panicked. There was a water tube and a food tube near his head, both connected to bottles that were nearly empty. There were pink and white spots on his pale skin. His ears were the same color as his hair other than the tip of his left one that was tinted pink. There was a soft looking tail that was tucked beneath him.
His legs had been forced up beside his head, knees touching the sides of his chest. It exposed his cunt, which has a pussy pump attached and running. It must've been running the whole time he was in the box! No wonder the thing was a mess.
Robert can't help but feel a bit of pity. His face was blotchy with tears, and he looked mindless, scared, and tired. He unties him, lifting his thin frame out of the box.
“Shh, darling. I've got you,” He tries to soothe him, but Jimmy whines and squirms, scent distressed. He looked out of it, and it made sense.
Normally at these companies they were kept drugged up constantly to keep them compliant. Take those drugs away and you've got a panicked creature that doesn't understand what's going on. These omegas were bred to be stupid milk cows, nothing more.
Robert shushes him again, turning off the pump and removing it. He groans as the scent of his slick hits him, he smelled like strawberries, vanilla, and fear. He holds Jimmy closer to him, licking his neck just to get a bit of a taste. Jimmy cries out, body jerking and bucking erratically. He's likely never been touched by anyone other than for medical checkups.
His nipples were already leaking, and Robert couldn't find the willpower to wait until his crying had ceased. He latches onto a puffy nipple, sucking hard to draw the sweet milk out. Jimmy squirms harder, sobbing even though he's arching into Robert's touch. His arms are bound behind his back, even though he smelled distressed he was so sweet tasting.
Robert's palms span his back, keeping him pressed close as he drinks and drinks until he feels sick from the sweetness. This was the best $750 he's ever spent in his life, and with a cunt like that he'd never have to pay for a prostitute again.
He pulls away, panting. He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, remembering his manners.
“Shh.. Sh, are you hungry, luv?” He asks, standing up. He carries Jimmy to the living room and sets him on the couch. He knew he'd leak all over it, but it would just make his apartment smell good so he didn't mind. He disappears into the kitchen, trying to think of what the omega could eat. He decides on a grilled cheese, stuffing some tomato and ham inside as well. He brings it out to Jimmy, handing it over, and he eats it like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
And it probably was.
Robert knew at those places they were kept in certain ways. Normally they were in a tight cage, always restrained on their hands and knees. They weren't even let out to use the bathroom, instead the tray underneath them was removable and changed out twice a day. He's seen photos of it, where their cunts are pressed tightly to the cage and there's always a dildo pounding into them. They were kept in close quarters, ranging from 50 to 200 omegas in each room depending on the company size.
There would be a saddle like piece of fabric beneath their stomach and chin, keeping them lifted up and accepting cock even in their sleep. There were hamster tubes, one for food and one for drug infused water, and that's all they had. There were hourly injections with fertility drugs to keep them slick and producing milk. It was a bit inhumane, Robert supposes, how they kept their nipples constantly hooked up, sucking them dry 24/7.
But Jimmy's had enough of a break, a whole week without getting milk. That was enough of a vacation from taking cock and being of use.
He wasn't a monster though. Once Jimmy’s done eating, he picks him up and carries him to the bathroom. He sets him on the toilet seat, running a warm bath for him. Jimmy was settling down a little, just sniffling every so often. Robert lifts him into the tub, and Jimmy relaxes immediately. The poor things likely never been bathed before, just hosed off every couple of days.
Robert scrubs his skin gently, and Jimmy wiggles a little bit at the touch. Robert doesn't reprimand him, just continuing to wash him, though at this point he might just be groping. It was difficult to resist with how Jimmy reacted. Robert takes a deep breath when Jimmy lets out a whiney moan when he squeezes his plush cunt. His fingers slip inside, and Jimmy's eyes squeeze shut as his hips buck against his hand. He can't help but chuckle, pulling away. He drains the tub, drying Jimmy off, and he carries him to bed.
It would be a bit cruel to fuck him right away, so Robert just tucks him in. Jimmy falls asleep fast, stomach full and body clean for the first time in his life. He's probably never slept laying down, Robert muses. He goes off to his computer, looking up recipes for ice cream. He bookmarks a few before returning to the bedroom, and he curls up beside Jimmy.
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Robert wakes up before Jimmy does, and he wanders over to where the box still lay on the ground. He roots through it, finding the nipple and pussy pumps, a few bottles with drugs, and a couple packaged needles. He also finds an instruction packet, and he settles down on the couch with all the supplies spread in front of him on the coffee table and he begins to read.
‘Thank you for your purchase, if you have any questions please call our helpline.’
He skims it.
‘Each omega has been sterilized, with zero chance of pregnancy. If you wish to keep your omega producing milk, inject 3mL at the same time every day.’
Robert would probably do that around dinnertime, he decides.
‘It’s recommended that the injection is inserted in the omega’s genital area for maximum effectiveness and milk production. Your omega may squirm at first, and in that case grip the back of their neck to scruff them. DO NOT inject into the bloodstream, in the case that this happens, call an ambulance.
Do not use the labia pump right after an injection, it's recommended to wait from 30-45 minutes for medicine to spread. In this time, you can do what you wish with them. Daily sexual intercourse is advised, it keeps the omega compliant and reinforces that you are its owner.’
Robert picks his lips at the thought of sinking into that perfect looking cunt. Daily was an understatement, he'd be using him hourly if he had the time.
‘Feed your omega ~1700 calories a day for females, and ~1900 for males. If they reject food, call helpline.’
Robert flips the page, looking for what he really wanted.
‘Bind them tightly to a bed or breeding bench, and attach the nipple pumps as so:’
Robert looks at the diagram, then to the pumps, then back to the diagram. It seemed simple enough.
‘Secure tube to a jar of choice, and collect every hour to avoid overfilling. For automated system setup, skip to section 4.98.’
Robert sets the instructions down, he gathers up all of the supplies and goes to the bedroom. Jimmy was still asleep, and Robert finds out quite quickly that he's a deep sleeper. He doesn't even stir as he binds his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to separate ends of the foot of the bed.
His cunt was incredible, looking inviting even as he slept. He wondered how tight the omega would be, how much his insides would burn around his cock. He wondered if he would scream, or cry from having a real cock inside him after years of being trained on only dildos.
He was so pretty, Robert thinks, and he found himself wanting to do dirty, awful things to him. He wanted to rape his cunt until it bled, watch the tears roll down those gorgeous cheeks. He wanted to spank him, spank his pussy and watch his folds jiggle before snapping back into place. He wanted to bite him all over, mark him so permanently that even if he was resold Robert’s scent would never fade.
He was too skinny for any of that though, but for $750 he was going to get his money's worth, that’s for sure.
He pinches his fold gently before undoing his pants. He crawls between his legs, pressing his thick, heavy cock to his slit. He rubs the head of it against Jimmy’s smaller, useless dick, letting it wake up. A small laugh escapes him as he compares Jimmy’s three inches to his ten. The difference was astounding, and it only made him throb harder.
He runs the head of his cock down to his entrance, which is already beginning to slick, and he makes sure the alignment is right. He carefully grabs his hips, getting a good grasp, all before he sheathes his cock inside all at once. Jimmy wakes up with a cry, eyes opening and immediately filling with tears. Robert smirks, staying still for now as he strokes his waist, fighting the urge to thrust.
His cunt was perfect, tight and warm. It seemed to pulse around him, and Jimmy clenches down, trying to force him but it only results in Robert grinding deeper inside with a groan. His balls ached with the need to cum already, knot threatening to swell before they’ve even really begun.
“Bet I’m the biggest you’ve ever taken,” Robert grunts. The standard dildo sizes in companies like that ranged from 4-8inches, so he knew for a fact he was. His fingers dig into his skin, and he drags back an inch. He can feel Jimmy’s walls gripping him.
“Alpha,” Jimmy chokes out, shuddering and trembling beneath him. He was unable to stay still, so used to not being allowed movement that he was taking advantage of it while he had it, even though he was restrained. Robert thrusts back in, and Jimmy moans. He was so wet down there, wetter than Robert knew an omega could get. He would’ve been worried it was piss if he couldn’t smell the scent of slick fill the entire room, possibly even the house.
He figures that Jimmy’s ready enough, and he doesn’t waste any more time to let him adjust. He pulls back further and slams back in, setting a quick rhythm. He chases his own orgasm, sensations blurring together into something he never wanted to stop. He was aware he was about to cum though, teetering on the edge, and one look at Jimmy’s glazed, teary eyes, and a quick groping off his ass sends him over the edge.
Robert moans, hips jerking erratically with no way of stopping the moment he goes over the edge. He spills inside of Jimmy, fighting every instinct he had to knot him despite the ache it left in his body. Jimmy whines softly, and he opens his eyes, releasing his ass to instead stroke his hips. Jimmy is grinding against his softening cock, desperately trying to reach orgasm as well. Robert chuckles, pulling out before he could.
He felt a little bad about denying him, but there was always time for that later, and for now he was satisfied. He gets up, kissing Jimmy’s forehead before he goes to the kitchen.
He looks around at the ingredients he had, again unsure of what to feed the omega. The junk in the tube looked like applesauce, though he assumed it was more nutrient dense than that. He wanted Jimmy to eat properly though, not just through a tube.
He pulls out the ingredients for pancakes, mixing up the batter before he makes a big stack. He eats his own first in the kitchen before bringing Jimmy a plate with maple syrup.
He cuts them up, not seeing the point in untying his hands. Jimmy accepts each bite hungrily. Robert figures that his taste buds must be fairly deprived of anything good. The plate is empty in under five minutes. He smiles at the sight of maple syrup stuck to his lips, it was adorable. He leans down and kisses him, licking it off. Jimmy accepts the kiss readily, whimpering when Robert pulls away.
He then grabs the pumps, first attaching the ones to his nipples, then the one to his pussy. He turns on the pussy pump first, watching in fascination as Jimmy tenses up and cries out, humping up against it frantically in search of the orgasm he lost earlier. Robert wanders out, back to the kitchen and he finds two large jars. He hooks the tubes up to them, and then presses a button labeled ‘medium’, and immediately milk begins flowing from his chest.
He pats Jimmy’s thigh, giving another gentle kiss before he stands up. “Be a good boy for me, Jimmy,” he hums before walking out of the room. He was on his way to the store to get the ingredients to make ice cream. He already bought a machine a few weeks ago, so he was all set on that.
He returns around lunch with the ingredients and a pizza. He hand feeds Jimmy again without unstrapping him. He turns off all the pumps however, and Jimmy’s body relaxes, flooded with relief. He passes out right after he’s done eating, and Robert collects the full jars of pinkish milk. He takes a sip and groans, picturing it as ice cream. It was an overnight process, but he couldn’t wait.
He returns to the kitchen, leaving the pumps off to give the omega a bit of a break. He mixes everything up, following the instructions to the letter, and finally it’s done. He puts the container in the freezer. Robert decides to get started on dinner, making a pasta dish he thinks Jimmy will like.
He re-enters the bedroom, pausing when he sees the medicine sitting on the dresser. He had to deal with that first. It was a pain to figure out how to draw up the liquid into the needle, but he’s pretty sure he’s got it. He double checks, ensuring it read 3mL. He turns to Jimmy, jolting a little as he finds Jimmy’s sleepy eyes on his.
“Don’t worry, luv,” Robert hums softly. He removes the pumps, bending down. He peers at his messy, slick and puffed up cunt. Which fold was he supposed to inject it into? Did it even matter?
He decides on the left, reaching out with his left hand to press down on the skin. He was so warm down there, it made his cock twitch in his pants. He spreads his thumb and index finger over the heated skin before pressing the needle in slowly to the mark. Jimmy shrieks, knees trying to pull together to shut his thighs but the ropes and Robert keep him spread open. He presses down on the plunger until all the liquid is safe in his folds. He removes the needle, wiping away the pinprick of blood that’s escaped, and he presses a soft kiss to his slit.
“See, all done.” He coos, and Jimmy sniffles. He disposes of the needle, untying him. He carries him to the kitchen, and they eat dinner with Jimmy in Robert’s lap. Robert enjoyed it quite a bit, the warm presence and weight pushing down against his thighs. The curve of his ass cradled his hardening cock perfectly.
They finish dinner, and Robert brings Jimmy to the living room. He keeps him on his lap, turning on the TV before he slides back inside Jimmy’s cunt. His arms band around Jimmy’s waist, keeping him as still as he could hope to keep him, but he wouldn’t stop squirming.
“Settle down, Jimmy,” he hums, kissing his neck. Jimmy doesn’t follow his command though, and Robert wondered if he even knew any language. He sighs as his cock slips out of Jimmy, only for Jimmy to cry out in complaint. He wriggles, trying helplessly to get his cock back inside of him. Robert gets up though with a frown, an idea hitting him. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was worth a try.
He grabs some more rope, dragging Jimmy into his lap. He thrusts back inside, and Jimmy moans needily, rocking back for more. He was really worked up, Robert muses, half wondering if he was always like this. He wraps the rope around Jimmy’s waist, and then his own waist. He ties a knot, and then continues to bind them together.
He ties Jimmy’s thighs to his own, making it so he couldn’t squirm off of his cock accidentally or purposefully. He finishes it off by tying Jimmy’s arms in front of him, and only then does Jimmy settle down. The poor thing just wasn’t used to having freedom. Maybe he’d be more comfortable if Robert got him a cage.
Robert sprawls out, watching TV as his restless omega squirms weakly against him. It’s not enough to be a bother anymore though, he could just pet his waist, tracing the irregular vanilla and strawberry patches on his skin. They crept up his neck, and there was a cute little pink spot on his jawbone. His thighs were mostly unmarked, however.
He thrusts up lazily, pressing his fingers against Jimmy’s lips. He sucks on them immediately, tongue swirling around them, and it shuts him up so Robert can watch the show playing.
They stay like that for probably a solid hour or two. Jimmy was grinding more frantically, gasping against Robert’s fingers. He could feel him drooling, body begging for more. He jerks his hips up suddenly, hoping to catch him off guard— and with the way Jimmy clenches and cries out, his cunt fluttering around Robert’s cock for what feels like a solid minute, Robert’s aware that he just came. He groans, mimicking what he had just done, thrusting up hard, but slowly. He puts as much force into it as he could, and he can feel Jimmy’s slick trickling down his thighs.
He feels his own orgasm building fast, and he gives up force in favor of speed. He bucks up into him, hands stilling on his waist. Robert groans, burying his face in Jimmy’s neck as he cums hard. He feels his knot swell inside of Jimmy, who practically wails at the sensation. This was the first knot he’s ever taken, Robert was positive with how tight he was. It felt like his dick was getting strangled.
He relaxes, and feels Jimmy slump against him as well. Jimmy finally settles down, and after a few more minutes Robert’s aware he’s fallen back asleep. He strokes Jimmy’s stomach lazily, his own eyes shutting as well. Before he knows it, he’s asleep, dreaming of strawberries.
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He wakes up rock hard, and finds that he’s still inside of Jimmy. He fucks up into him lazily, enjoying the fact that he didn’t even have to move. This might genuinely be paradise, he thinks, a warm omega on his lap, readily accepting his cock.. it was all an alpha could ask for.
His knot has softened, and he doesn’t knot Jimmy again even when he comes. Jimmy wakes up a little later, and Robert unties both of them. He brings him to the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face when he remembers the ice cream in the freezer. He sets Jimmy down on a chair, getting out the tub. He grabs two bowls and two spoons, scooping it in. It looked good, that was for sure, the texture looking like ice cream.
He licks the spoon clean and nearly groans. It was sweet, the flavors mixing perfectly. A giddy feeling rises within him as he has a lifetime supply of this. He hands Jimmy his bowl, and he blinks at it. Robert feeds him a spoonful since he wasn’t used to using utensils, and Jimmy swallows it down, a look of confusion on his face at the coldness.
And then he takes another bite, and realization spreads across his face. Robert smirks as Jimmy looks up at him with wide eyes.
“..me?” He asks softly, and Robert lights up. So he did know how to speak! He nods, taking a bite. He lets it melt in his mouth before swallowing it,
“Yep, your milk,” he confirms, sitting down next to Jimmy and he eats his bowl. Jimmy eats a bit slower, continuing to glance over at Robert with a flustered look. Robert knew he wasn’t used to eating anything that wasn’t room temperature, and it was a bit adorable how flustered he was at this. Not the sex or the collecting process, or even the pussy pump. Seeing Robert make a product with his milk was the thing that did it, apparently.
Once Jimmy finishes, Robert already has him strapped back down to the bed with the pumps running. He leaves him there, going to the guest room which he’s never had a need for before.
His mind races with plans of putting a breeding bench in there, maybe a fridge, and maybe even a bigger collection jar.