eat you alive

by Anonymous (ao3)

Chapter 1

"He's an omega," Jason observes with dark interest, when the young man's blockers have been removed.

"So he is," Slade murmurs.

The little thief is unconscious, chest rising and falling deeply within the tight confines of the ridiculous latex getup he's wearing.

"Lucky for us." Jason kneels next to him, pushing his fingers through the thief's dark hair, using a firm grip to lift his head.

The thief is wearing a domino mask, white lenses hiding his eyes, but from what Slade can actually see of his face, the boy is beautiful. Pink, plush lips, slack in sleep, a strong straight nose, high cheekbones, and a sharp, well-sculpted chin and jaw. His features place him in his mid twenties, maybe a few years older than Jason.

"He's pretty," Jason says, once again voicing Slade's thoughts. "Really pretty. Look, this is cute." He exposes the part of the boy's mask that pokes up through his hair in little pointed ears. "A sidekick, maybe."

"Catwoman," Slade says. "With that fetish costume, and hunger for thievery."

"Right," Jason says. He shifts, scent spiking sharply with arousal. "A stupid little kitten. We gonna keep him or kill him?"

"He very nearly absconded with a considerable amount of cash and valuables," Slade says. "Breaking and entering. Trespassing on an alpha's property. A flagrant transgression, especially from an omega. Killing him would teach no lesson at all."

Jason turns to look at him, eyes glowing faintly with poisonous green malice. "It's up to us to dispense appropriate punishment."

"Justice," Slade agrees, smiling cruelly. "Take him downstairs. Make sure our new pet is…. comfortable."

Jason's answering grin is so sharp it could cut glass. "You got it, boss."

When Slade joins Jason in the basement an hour later, he is amused by Jason's interpretation of the word 'comfortable.'

The thief is still passed out, but he's been laid out on the bed, an oil-slick spill of latex and leather fetish gear against the stark white sheets. Slade doesn't actually come down here much; the dungeon is Jason's domain, well-stocked with toys that feed his niche interest in over-the-top accoutrements. Slade's tastes are a lot more simple. He doesn't need gadgets or toys to inflict pleasure and pain on his willing and unwilling partners. Jason gets off on materials and accessories, on helplessness and muffled squirming.

After all, he caught the thief. Slade is more than happy to let him take the lead.

He must be delighted the thief came pre-wrapped.

"I love him," Jason says seriously, as Slade comes down the stairs. Jason has stripped off his shirt and is only wearing a pair of joggers that do nothing to hide the hard bulge of his eager cock. "He's so pretty. He hasn't even fully woken up yet, and I'm already obsessed with him."

Slade scruffs him, pulling him in to aggressively scent the top of his head. Jason, neglected as a child and a lot needier than he likes to appear, melts into the rough touch, rumbling out a pleased growl.

"I dressed him up real cute," Jason says, coaxing Slade to the side of the bed. "Come look."

"Show me," Slade says.

Jason shoots him a shy, sidelong grin. The thief is splayed on his belly, but Jason rolls him over onto his back for Slade to get a better look.

Exactly as Slade predicted, Jason has left the boy in his catsuit. His arms and legs have been folded up, wrist to shoulder, ankle to thigh, two thick straps on each limb to bind them tightly. The boy's eyes are closed, but Jason has removed the mask to fully expose his face, before forcing a pink ball gag between his lips. A sturdy head harness holds it in place along with the band bearing the thief's thematic little cat ears.

His hands are bundled into a pair of leather mitts, locked at the wrists. With the way Jason's bound each arm, his hands are pressed back against his shoulders, exposing the stitched pink paw pads that adorn the mittens like he's a playful kitten bearing his belly for them.

"Cute, right?" Jason says. "Finally an excuse to use the mitts I ordered."

Slade huffs an indulgent laugh, nodding. "Sure, kid."

A very thick, padded leather collar is buckled around the thief's graceful throat. It's quite tall, extending from the clavicle to bite into the soft flesh of the underside of his chin. He definitely can't turn his head while wearing it. Jason has attached the catsuit's zipper pull to the collar's buckle with a padlock.

While Jason maintained most of the suit's structural integrity, he gleefully cut two holes in the front to reveal the boy's plump, slightly rounded tits. His dusky brown nipples are tightly clamped and linked by a short chain. Slade scans the thief's torso, admiring rounded hips and thick thighs; Jason has lavished his obsessive attention there, too. Beside him, Jason leans in, almost breathless as he says, "Can you believe the little slut? His suit already had a zipper built in between the legs."

"Asking for it, clearly," Slade agrees. The zipper is firmly closed and locked—Jason has adorned every harness, buckle, or closure on the catsuit with tiny jingling padlocks to exert full control—but emerging from a small gap between the zipper's teeth and the pull are two silicone tubes with pumps dangling from each end.

"He didn't wake up during all this?" Slade asks, raising his eyebrows.

"He started to," Jason admits. "I drugged him again before he could really figure out what was going on. I wanted you here for when he's fully aware. I know you like it when they're scared."

Slade grunts, oddly touched. He does. The look of helpless fear in the eyes of a victim, when they realize how intimately they've been violated…

"He's got a sweet little cunt, though," Jason murmurs. "Real tight. You'd think someone dressed like him would be a lot more…well-used."

"You can never tell with omegas," Slade says.

With his legs folded tightly at the knee and splayed open to show off his stuffed cunt, the thief really does look like a helpless little pet. Slade reaches between his legs to grab the pump attached to the plug in the boy's ass, squeezing it rhythmically until the boy's brow furrows with discomfort, his hips twitching.

"He should wake up soon. I only knocked him out a little," Jason says, leaning heavily on Slade's shoulder. He gropes himself through his joggers, desperately turned on even just watching their captive whimper faintly in his sleep.

"His name is Richard Grayson," Slade offers. It didn't take much to discover, the thief's secret identity crumbling away in just fifteen minutes of lazy hacking. "He goes by Dick."

Jason snorts. "Unfortunate. But kinda cute…" He climbs up onto the bed, kneeling over Grayson to squish his cheeks with his hands, one thumb wiping saliva away from the boy's gagged lips. "Aren't you, Dickie?" he croons. "So cute… Just a stupid little omega, in over his head… Now you're my pet." He slides his fingers over the mound of Grayson's pubis, rubbing firmly through the latex to stimulate his clit.

Grayson's dark lashes flutter again, and he squirms at the rough touch, a faint little moan escaping his stuffed mouth. Jason keeps rubbing, and Slade sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for the pump connected to the plug in the boy's cunt.

A couple of squeezes, and Grayson's hips buck up, eyes shooting open as he chokes out a muffled groan.

Jason was right. The confusion and fear in those teary blue eyes, all fogged over with arousal, is immensely satisfying to behold.

"Hey, baby," Jason croons, smiling. "That's it. Wake up for me."

Grayson's bleary gaze flicks to Jason's face, eyes widening appealingly, even as his face flushes with color. He's really squirming now, hairline dampening with sweat as his body reacts to the stimulation. His scent is strong and thick, sweetening the room.

"Feels good, right?" Jason's fingers keep circling, rubbing and rubbing.

"Nngh," Grayson mumbles around the gag, clarity coming back to him in degrees. "Uungh!"

Slade continues to inflate the plug, Grayson's hips rising off the mattress as he mewls his distress. He can only wiggle, useless limbs twitching; when he tries to close his legs, Jason chides him, pinning them open at the knees. His arms flail, drool dribbling down his chin to pool on his chest, wetting the latex in a small puddle.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" Jason says, looking at Slade with a wide smile. "I gave him a heat inducer, too."

"When did you become such a diabolical little shit?" Slade asks, chuckling.

"Learned from the best," Jason drawls.

Grayson's striking blue eyes flick between Jason and Slade with dawning horror. He cries quietly, breaths hitching in silent sobs, heaving chest rattling the clamps on his nipples.

"Yeah, it finally hit you, didn't it?" Jason murmurs to him, cupping Grayson's chin almost tenderly. "You remember now? Who you thought you could rob? You fucked up big time, kitty cat. You belong to us, now."

Grayson's face finally crumples, fat tears spilling over his blotchy cheeks.

Jason ignores him, unlocking the zipper at his crotch and pulling it all the way back to the boy's round, perky ass.

His flushed vulva is pink and swollen, labia spread snugly around the inflated plug in his cunt.

"I wonder if he can get pregnant," Jason murmurs almost dreamily, taking the pump from Slade and releasing the pressure. Grayson squeaks in surprise, limbs flailing, but there is nothing he can do as Jason drags him down the mattress and slides the plug free with a gush of slick. "I'm gonna knot him." Jason's voice is thick with desire. "That okay, boss?"

"You earned it, kid," Slade says easily, leaning back to watch.

"Nnh!" Grayson protests, chin jerking like he wants to shake his head. The padded collar locked around his throat stops him. "Nnnh, phlgh, nnnh!"

"Shhh," Jason hushes soothingly, pushing his waistband down under his heavy balls. His cock springs free, thick and flushed with arousal, musky alpha scent overpowering the room. He presses between Grayson's bound legs, guiding his cock to his slick cunt. "I've got you, Dickie. Good kitten. There you go…"

With a short snap of his hips, he buries himself balls-deep.

Grayson's short scream tapers off into a thick mewl. His sopping wet cunt makes obscene squelching noises with every thrust of Jason's hips.

"God, he feels good," Jason groans, the muscles in his back tensing. "Feels like I won the lottery. A sweet little pet omega, packaging and delivering himself right to us…. Gonna take such good care of you, Dickie. Get you a little tag that says 'Property of Pack Wilson' for your collar. I'll crate-train you myself…. teach you so many tricks… And even if I can't breed you tonight, I will eventually."

Grayson has closed his eyes again, tears streaming down his cheeks in abject misery as Jason rambles lovingly to him. His expression is one of stricken anguish, swollen lips locked around the cheery pink ball gag Jason no doubt picked to match the cartoonish pads of the silly mittens he locked on the boy's hands.

"Just think of what he'll look like when you knock him up," Slade offers with a savage grin. "He won't be able to wear that sleek little suit anymore…. too heavy with your pups, tits swollen with milk…."

Grayson's eyes shoot open, that crystal clear blue glittering with tears as he shoots Slade a look of pure, unadulterated terror.

At the exact same time, Jason groans, shuddering as Slade's words push him over the edge and he blows his knot.

With a strangled shriek, Grayson's body locks up around Jason's knot, and his eyes roll back in his skull as the chemically-induced heat forces him into orgasm.

"Welcome to the pack," Slade says darkly.

Impaled firmly on Jason's knot, Grayson can only shiver and cry.

Chapter 2

When Slade enters the basement with Dick flung over his shoulder, Jason jerks so hard against his restraints that the metal chair he's bolted to makes a noise like a gunshot.

"Easy, kid," Slade rumbles.

Jason snarls at him, wrists twisting in the reinforced metal cuffs. Every muscle in his body is tense with fury. Slade had to drug him to get to this point, with Jason bound naked to the interrogation chair, the whole room overpowered by the hostile scent of his rut. Jason's gone through ruts before, but never with an unmarked omega in the household. Luckily, Slade was prepared for the mindless aggression, and he put Jason out of commission before he could try to bury his teeth in Slade's throat, or his knot in Dick's cunt unsupervised.

At this stage, Slade had to contain Jason before he could safely be allowed to burn off his rut with their sweet little omega. Slade knocked him out, stripped him naked, and bolted him to the chair with metahuman-grade restraints.

Jason glares at him with blazing blue-green eyes, teeth bared behind the metal mesh of the muzzle Slade strapped on him. The last thing he needs is Jason over-enthusiastically ripping out Dick's throat in the throes of orgasm.

"I've got a present for you," Slade sing-songs, patting Dick's naked ass.

Their boy has been sedated, but it will wear off soon. Just in time to wake up with Jason buried inside him, tied down onto his lap to act as a glorified cocksleeve until Jason recovers what he's lost of his sanity.

Jason starts growling and doesn't stop, doing his absolute damndest to kill Slade with his mind.

"There's just nobody home upstairs, is there, kid?" Slade mutters to himself.

Walking to the end of the bed, he hauls Dick over his shoulder and lays him out on the bare mattress.

Trussing the boy up is usually Jason's domain. Slade can't just sit him on Jason's lap and be done with it, though. He needs him more tightly packaged, to stay secure in place for as long as Jason needs to use him until this particularly intense rut has run its course. He knows where Jason keeps all his deranged toys, so he ignores Jason's incensed rumbling and rifles through the drawers to extract the required materials.

Jason won't appreciate this in his current headspace, but he will when he comes to his senses; Slade starts with folding Dick's legs up, using four of the leather straps to bind his ankles to his thighs, a form of bondage that always humiliates Dick, knocking him firmly into the role of pet while Jason looms over him and laughs at his little bitch forced to crawl around on his hands and knees.

The collar he chooses is also one of Jason's favorites, a padded pink leather posture collar that's stiff enough to keep Dick from being able to turn his head. Within the first week of having Dick in their possession, Jason made good on his promise to order a custom tag for it that's etched with 'Property of Pack Wilson' on the front, and it jingles faintly as Slade buckles the whole thing around Dick's slender throat.

Next are the silly little mitts on his hands, locked onto each wrist. Both the collar and the mitts have d-rings dangling from the sides, and to keep Dick's hands out of the way without having to bother tying them up, he just clips each wrist to either side of the collar.

"It's a good thing you have no idea what's happening right now," Slade says, glancing back over his shoulder at Jason. "You'd kill me for this part."

He picks up another collar, plain black leather, no tag, with a ring in the front.

Leaving Dick slumbering unaware on the bed, Slade approaches Jason with caution.

As Slade steps into his personal space, Jason throws his weight—all two hundred and thirty pounds of it—against the restraints with another cacophonous bang, but the chair and the cuffs hold.

"I should let you loose like this in the Iceberg Lounge, just to cause chaos," Slade mutters, wrapping the collar around Jason's straining throat. He tosses his head, snarling so hard he gathers flecks of foam at the corners of his mouth, and Slade is forced to grab him by the hair to hold him still while he finishes buckling it on one-handed. "Easy. Easy, killer."

Jason jerks his head out of Slade's loosening grip, snapping his teeth harmlessly behind the muzzle.

"One more minute, and you'll have a nice, tight, warm omega to fuck. A Dick for your dick."

Jason does not roll his eyes or snort a laugh despite himself, like Slade's baby alpha would normally do if he could think rationally. His hips strain up against the bar holding him down, his rock-hard cock flushed an angry red. He wheezes and gnashes his teeth instead, and Slade ruffles his hair before returning to the bed.

Dick is beginning to wake up, eyelashes fluttering as his breathing shifts.

Scooping him up bridal style, Slade carries him back into Jason's field of vision.

His snarling instantly changes pitch, a whine layering in beneath the raw fury. Adjusting Dick in his arms, Slade lifts him up, one hand braced on his hip, the other spreading open his bound thighs. Then he deposits Dick right into Jason's lap, feeding his painfully swollen cock into Dick's pussy.

It's exactly the wake-up call Slade thought it would be; even sedated, Dick's physiology has reacted to Jason's rut, and he takes Jason balls-deep with a wet squelch and startled cry, his back arching into the pressure of the thrust suddenly splitting him open.

Jason goes rigid with a tortured howl.

"W-what—" Dick chokes, his collar rattling as he jerks against the restraints and then tips forward against Jason's broad, sweaty chest. He groans as his nose settles against the base of Jason's throat and he inhales pungent, rut-soaked musk. "Slade? What—"

Slade ignores him, taking advantage of his slumped posture to loop a strap around Dick's waist, pulling it under Jason's arms and tying it off behind the back of the chair.

"What are you doing?" Dick demands, his voice wavering with confusion. "What's—what's happening?"

"Shut up, pussy cat," Slade mutters. He clips Dick's ankles to the cuffs holding Jason's wrists to the arms of the chair.

Jason is panting, chest heaving with impotent growls. Dick peers up at him and shrinks back with wide, hazy eyes, clearly still shaking off the sedative. "He's—in rut?"

"What tipped you off?" Slade says, voice flat. What else… Oh, right. He straightens Dick up, distributing his weight more evenly over Jason's lap, making sure his legs are balanced on either side of Jason's thighs.

Dick squeaks at the jostling, his pupils blowing wide, nostrils flaring as he breathes in more of Jason's scent. "Oh, my god," he says thickly. "I've never… seen an alpha… like this…"

"It's because I'm here," Slade says gruffly. "And I've never allowed him to bite you. He'd fight me to the death over you if I freed him right now."

"Oh," Dick says, those glassy eyes flicking warily to the muzzle on Jason's face.

Slade clips a very short chain to Dick's collar, attaching the other end to the ring dangling from the collar he put on Jason.

"What the fuck," Dick says, pulling his head back as far as the chain will allow. He squirms, face reddening as he realizes there's nowhere to go, strapped down onto Jason's cock, his mittened hands locked to the stiff collar. "This is—this is insane, even for you, old man."

"Would you prefer I let him kill you?" Slade asks.

"Kill…." Dick echoes faintly, his eyes very wide. "He wouldn't… Would he?"

"Jason in his right mind? No," says Slade. "Jason in a rut-frenzy, convinced he's in competition with his pack alpha? Yes. He'd tear your jugular open without even thinking. I'm taking necessary precautions."

"He can't actually move," says Dick. "Isn't this just tormenting him?"

"For now," says Slade. "I'm not quite finished yet."

Jason has started to whine, anguished eyes tracking Slade across the room as he returns to the toybox.

"What are you doing back there?" Dick asks, unable to turn his head, forced to stare right into Jason's manic eyes. "Slade?"

Slade chuckles, pulling out one last item he knows Jason would approve of.

"Slade," Dick says, his voice cracking. "Slade? Please, what's gonna happen next? What are you doing?"

Slade approaches him silently from behind, giving him another ten nerve-wracking seconds to wriggle in place, his toes curling and uncurling as he desperately tries to see behind him.

"Sl—"

"I thought I told you to shut up, kitten," Slade says pointedly, using both hands to gag him.

It's a bulky harness with a wide leather panel that seals over Dick's lips, and the inside has a girthy rubber bulb attached. The intrusion slips right into Dick's startled mouth, silencing him mid-protest. He doesn't have time to toss his head like a skittish pony before Slade pulls the straps taut at the back of his head, buckling it on snugly.

"Ggmph," Dick mumbles grumpily.

"Much better," Slade says, circling back around to enjoy the look of offended fury in Dick's blue eyes. "I don't need you to talk. I rarely need you to talk. I just need you to sit pretty and take each and every knot Jason gives you, until he's satisfied. Relax and enjoy the ride, boy."

Dick hmmphs again, his nostrils flaring. He's not immune to Jason's rut, bulging cheeks tinted a warm pink, silky black locks curling with sweat at his hairline. His chest is also heaving with ragged breaths, and he appears to be clenching rhythmically around Jason's cock, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and relaxing as Slade forces them to sit locked in tortured coitus.

"Now that I don't have to listen to your smart mouth, and I know you won't fall off, I can remove this."

Kneeling down behind the chair, Slade releases the iron band holding Jason's hips down to the seat of the chair and keeping him motionless inside Dick.

Slade gets one brief glimpse of Dick's widening eyes before Jason lets out an agonized howl and slams his hips up into Dick's pussy.

Dick's entire body jerks up as the gag muffles his surprised shriek.

The restraints hold perfectly. Slade has carefully allowed Jason just enough room to roll his hips up with enough force required to bounce Dick on his cock, but binding most of Dick's body to Jason instead of the chair means the boy can only ride the wave of Jason's pent-up energy. His eyes quickly fog over with arousal as he squeaks out muffled "uhn!" sounds, jostled helplessly with each hard thrust, their chains jangling in a discordant melody.

Jason is fully lost to his rut, finally allowed to let go. He grunts with each stroke, sweat rolling down his body. His scent grows spicy and rich, warming with pleasure as his frustration melts away.

It doesn't take long for his knot to swell, and the first round ends just as quickly as it began, Jason coming inside Dick with a roar.

The room goes quiet. Jason sits back in the chair, breathing heavily. Dick slumps atop him, and the angle of penetration bulges out the base of his belly, Jason's swollen knot visible inside him.

"Good boy," Slade says fondly, ruffling Jason's sweaty hair.

Jason rumbles a faint growl at him, blank eyes flicking irritably to Slade, unimpressed Slade is drawing his attention away from his omega cocksleeve.

"Yeah, yeah," Slade says. "I expect gratitude when this knot-drunk, rut-stupid tantrum is over and done with."

Jason only bares his teeth behind the muzzle.

Dick whimpers, head lolling, the chain between their collars pulling taut.

"I had another idea," Slade says, reaching down to drag his fingers through the slick that's dripped out of Dick's stuffed pussy between Jason's broad thighs. "While I have you both at my mercy like this."

"Mmngh?" Dick mumbles worriedly around the huge gag plugging his mouth.

"You have a perfectly good hole up for grabs," Slade says. "Jason might not be happy about it, but I have a hypothesis. If I fuck you at the same time, he'll burn through his rut faster, compelled to compete with the challenge my presence presents."

"Nngh!" Dick cries, chains rattling as he struggles to shake his head.

"I wasn't asking," says Slade, pushing slickened fingers into Dick's tight little asshole. There's not much resistance, despite Dick tensing up at the intrusion. They use this hole often, and Jason likes to keep it occupied with plugs when it's not being fucked, because he believes his kitten should have a tail. "After all, what else am I supposed to do with all this eager omega slick? You're providing free lubricant that simply should not go to waste."

Slade steps right up behind Dick, his knees on either side of Jason's closed legs. Over Dick's shoulder, Slade locks eyes with Jason's burning gaze. As he starts to finger Dick's hole, Jason huffs, rocking his hips to begin fucking him again; Dick chokes out a startled moan as he's pinned between them.

It only produces more slick for Slade to push back into his asshole, stretching him open. He isn't that considerate. He only needs enough to ease the way as he guides his own cock inside him.

Dick wails, clenching up around them both.

Slade bottoms out with a sigh. Dick is searingly hot and silky soft, trembling from head to toe as they fill him to the brim.

What Slade should do is time his own thrusts for when Jason pulls his hips back, alternating their strokes, but driving into Dick's body at the exact same time as Jason is far more enjoyable.

"What do you think?" Slade murmurs, speaking against Dick's ear. "Can you take two knots at once?"

"Nnnngh! Plgnh, nngh!" Dick sobs.

Beneath him, Jason is reacting exactly how Slade expected, newly-enraged and energized by the alpha sharing his omega's body, jack-hammering his hips into Dick's pussy so hard he's shaking Dick like a ragdoll.

Slade matches his pace, grinning wolfishly. "Yeah. I agree. Let's find out."

Chapter 3

Jason is always the first one up in the household.

He likes long, lazy mornings spent lounging luxuriously in bed, stretching his limbs on a soft mattress as he wakes slowly to the scent of the automatic coffee machine.

This morning, however, someone else seems to have beaten him awake judging by the faint rattling sound Jason can hear from the kitchen.

With an aggrieved sigh, Jason climbs out of bed and pulls on a t-shirt, padding barefoot down the hall.

The moment he steps foot into the room in question, the rattling stops and the whimpering starts.

Jason stifles a yawn with his fist and scratches at his belly, approaching the big cage that's tucked next to the counter. Huge blue eyes peer hopefully up at him. As if the anguished expression wasn't enough, Dick whines pitifully, squirming around in the limited space he has available, chains and buckles jingling faintly as he tries to press closer to the bars.

"This is your own fault, you know," Jason says, raising an eyebrow as he looms over his unruly pet. He nudges the corner of the cage with his foot. "You could have been curled up with me in bed like a good little kitty, but instead, I had to crate you."

Dick's eyes rapidly fill with tears, and he shifts around restlessly, practically vibrating with the intense need to a) be released from the cage, and b) go to the bathroom.

Jason crouches down and sticks his fingers through the cage, in no hurry to free him when he looks this cute.

"You should be grateful I only put you in here to punish you," Jason says pointedly. "Some pets sleep in their crates every night."

Fat tears spill over Dick's flushed cheeks. He whimpers, tossing his head.

Last night, before locking him in here, Jason spent quite a bit of time getting him ready while Dick begged and pleaded for Jason to forgive him. He still ended up in head to toe bondage, sealed in his latex catsuit, arms and legs folded up and bound into a stumpy frog tie. At least Jason was kind enough to use the knee and elbow pads he puts on when he forces Dick into this position for a prolonged period of time, so that he can crawl around without bruising bone on their hardwood floors and stone tiles.

Dick's face is half-hidden behind a muzzle gag that extends down the slope of his nose in a reasonable facsimile of a cat's snout, sleek black to match the rest of his getup and adorned with a sweet pink nose and painted whiskers on the end. It straps snugly around the back of Dick's head, and the interior boasts an attached mouth-filling dildo gag to keep disruption to a minimum. A soft headband is mostly hidden in Dick's black hair, though the triangular ears with pink cutouts peek out from the top to really bring the look together.

So Jason has a very specific fetish. Sue him. A cat-themed thief crawled in through his window one night, and Jason is nothing if not committed to the bit.

"Why should I let you out before I've had my coffee?" Jason asks. "Huh? Why should you take priority over my morning routine when I had to deal with your bad behavior last night?"

Dick is braced on his elbows, hands sealed away in the mittens he is very rarely allowed to stop wearing, so he can't scrabble at the bars in desperation, but he does bump his muzzle against them instead, making another muffled, pleading sound behind the gag.

"Fine," Jason says, letting out a theatrical sigh. "I supposed you've been punished enough."

He pops open the padlock with the key he left on the counter, opening the cage door.

Then he steps back to enjoy the sight of Dick slinking out in his ungraceful crawl, bound limbs thumping against the cold kitchen tiles, Jason's gaze sliding appreciatively down the slope of Dick's spine to rest on that round, luscious ass. A long, fuzzy black tail sticks out from the gap Jason left in the zipper, which is connected to the base of a fat butt plug. There's also a nice big dildo tucked away under the latex keeping Dick's cunt stretched open for him. Jason fervently believes that even if Dick's holes aren't in use by the alphas of the household, they should always remain filled in the interim.

"Stop for a sec," Jason orders.

Dick stumbles to a halt, turning his head a little sideways to peer up at him through his hair with one visible plaintive blue eye. Jason didn't make him wear his posture collar to bed, because he's not evil, and he likes it when Dick keeps breathing, but it's still hard for him to look head on at Jason from this position.

"I want my coffee now," says Jason. "And I don't have time to take all this off you." He gestures at Dick dismissively. "So you can toddle your way into the bathroom and use the puppy pad I put down in there. I'll come clean you up in a minute."

Jason crouches back down and unzips Dick, exposing that perfectly pink, plush, fat little pussy, swollen lips spread around the dildo that's been buzzing away inside him at a very low speed all night. Just enough to keep him on edge.

Then Jason waves Dick away. "Off you go."

Dick doesn't move, staring at Jason in disbelief. He makes a very soft, warbling noise behind the gag, the note petering off into a miserable whine.

"Don't test me," Jason says, an edge to his voice. These punishments will mean nothing if they don't escalate in humiliation with each successive transgression. "You're lucky I'm letting you even go inside. Next time you fuck up, Dickie, I'll take you outside and make you go in the yard."

Horror fills Dick's expressive blue eyes. He scrambles to leave, elbows and knees thumping against the floor in a staccato rhythm. Jason admires the swing of his hips and ass as he scoots through the doorway, fuzzy tail swinging between his bound thighs.

That dealt with, Jason pours himself a cup of coffee, adding a dash of milk, and takes a sip, closing his eyes in pleasure.

The soft jangle Dick's restraints make when he crawls fades to the edge of Jason's hearing. A door swings open in the hall, and Jason hears Slade say, "Where the hell are you going, pussy cat?"

He doubts Dick's answering moan is intelligible.

Slade doesn't stay to harass him, though, appearing in the kitchen a second later wearing a tank top and sweats and looking rumpled from sleep. "You'll need to tighten up security. The cat appears to have escaped his crate," he says dryly.

Jason takes down another mug and pours Slade a cup. "I let him out to use the litter box."

Slade accepts the proffered cup of black coffee, smirking. "I can't claim to understand how your mind works, but I can't deny the results."

"He'll think twice before disobeying again," Jason says harshly.

Slade moves to the fridge, rifling around inside for the egg carton.

"Eggs and bacon?" Jason says hopefully.

Slade grunts an affirmative.

Jason drains his coffee and sets the empty mug by the sink. "Make enough for Dickie, too. I need to feed him when he's done his business."

"If you say so," Slade says, pulling out a cast iron pan and setting it on the burner.

Jason finds Dick cowering by the sink in the bathroom, the apples of his cheeks stained red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, I know. You didn't like that, did you?" Jason croons mockingly, crouching down to drag Dick to him by the ring on the front of his collar. Dick chokes out a strangled moan, refusing to look Jason in the eyes. "I mean it," Jason continues, grabbing a wet wipe from the cupboard under the sink and swiping it perfunctorily between Dick's legs. "You misbehave like that again, and I'll make you do this outside. Be good for me, hm? Can you do that?"

Dick nods frantically. "Uh huh, uh huh! Mmph, plgh!"

"That's it," Jason murmurs, immediately softening his voice and manner, tossing the wet wipe into the trash and ruffling Dick's hair right between his cute little ears. He zips him back up and pats Dick's plugged, packaged pussy.

Dick wheezes, hips jerking at the pressure applied to the base of the dildo.

"Good," Jason praises, straightening up to wash his hands in the sink. "Good boy. Time for breakfast now, hm? Can you smell that? Slade's making bacon and eggs, and your punishment is officially over, so you get people food as a treat, instead of kibble."

He barks a laugh at the shocked look on Dick's face.

Jason's never actually fed him kibble before, though he has forced him to eat out of a bowl on the floor, but a new threat has now implanted itself in his mind.

"Come," Jason commands, stepping into the hallway without looking to see if Dick follows.

Of course he does. He's Jason's good boy.

In the kitchen, Slade is plating up eggs, bacon, and toast as Jason strolls back in and sits down at the table.

Slade sits across from him, gaze flicking to the doorway to watch as Dick crawls in, huffing behind the muzzle, tags jingling. Dark amusement colors his expression as he takes a bite of his eggs. He may not care about the presentation and the theatrics like Jason does, but he does like to see Dick struggle.

"Here," Jason calls, patting his thigh, pushing his chair back from the table to make room for Dick. "Under."

Dick hesitates only for a second before hurrying to obey, the overnight lesson in humiliation having successfully taken root.

"There we go. Up," Jason says, hauling Dick up by the elbows to kneel in front of Jason's chair. "You'll get your breakfast, I promise," he coos, undoing the buckles of the muzzle and tugging it down to hang around Dick's neck. Dick looks adorably confused, licking swollen lips, cheeks creased where the edges of the muzzle pressed into his skin. "But first, you must be thirsty, huh?"

Jason pulls his half-hard cock out of his boxers. "Go on," he says darkly. "Drink up, Dickie."

Dick doesn't whine or complain. He doesn't try to say anything at all. Instead, his trembling lips wrap around the head of Jason's cock, and Jason sighs happily, cradling the back of his head and pushing him down. Dick chokes as he's forced to take Jason right to the root.

"You're certainly in a mood this morning," Slade says mildly, glancing at him over the top of his newspaper.

Dick's throat flexes around Jason's cock as he swallows. Jason eases up on the pressure, letting Dick bob his head up and down his length.

"He needs more protein in his diet," Jason says, picking up his fork with his free hand and taking a bite of his breakfast. It's gone cold, but it's hard to care when Dick's mouth is so hot and slick around his cock. "You want him after I'm done?"

Slade cocks his head consideringly. "Hell, why not."

"Hear that, kitten?" Jason murmurs, curling his fingers into Dick's hair and using it as a handle to pull him on and off his cock. "Slade wants this mouth too. Then I'll feed you properly. Because you're going to be such a good boy for me today, aren't you? You're going to do everything you're told, perfectly. Remember what happens if you don't."

Dick whimpers. He's out of sight under the table, but Jason can feel him, warm and trembling between his legs, his scent heavy with arousal. He works Jason with his tongue, wet and sloppy, Jason guiding his strokes. His orgasm starts to build.

Jason puts down his fork and closes his eyes as heat gathers in a tight coil at the base of his balls. He yanks Dick back by the hair so that his knot doesn't blow in Dick's throat, and comes hard into his sputtering mouth.

"I can tell you made a mess," Jason says hoarsely. "Clean me up and go use that sloppy bitch mouth on Slade."

Once again, Dick does exactly as he's told, tongue lapping meekly at the come that spilled out of his mouth when Jason wrenched him halfway off his cock.

Jason exchanges a look with Slade as they listen to Dick's slow crawl under the table.

"Still thirsty?" Slade demands as if this was Dick's idea, peering scornfully under the table. "Haven't you had enough? No? Come on, then, you greedy little slut."

Jason tucks his softening cock back into his boxers and finishes his breakfast. When he gets up to reheat Dick's plate, he leans against the counter, arms crossed, now able to see Dick kneeling up between Slade's legs, head bobbing dutifully along his length.

Slade flicks his newspaper back up and otherwise gives no indication he's even having his cock sucked.

"And you weren't sure about keeping an omega," Jason comments. "Look at you now. Coffee, breakfast, the news, and a blowjob."

The microwave beeps, and Jason takes out the plate, returning to his seat.

Slade's breathing has picked up, just a bit. It's the only sign that he's in the middle of a sex act. One of his hands disappears under the table, and Dick emits a strangled noise as Slade starts to fuck his mouth, presumably holding him in place as the rhythmic snap of Slade's hips rattles the cutlery on the top of the table.

With a single heavy exhale, Slade goes still and comes.

"Well?" Jason prompts. "Good?"

"Adequate," Slade drawls, with a nasty little smile. "Go on. Get out from underfoot, kitten."

A moment later, Dick's head pokes out by Jason's chair as he struggles to kneel back up beside him. His eyes are hazy, like he's sunk down low and deep in his headspace, and his mouth is swollen and red, a streak of come glistening on his chin.

Picking up a strip of bacon, Jason feeds it to him, and it takes Dick a moment to register what's happening, brow furrowing before he remembers what actual food is, and how to eat.

"Good boy," Jason praises warmly. He feeds Dick a bite of scrambled egg, next, and Dick rallies, eagerly licking Jason's fingers. "Yeah. You can be good, can't you? That's it. That's my stupid little omega slut. A stomach full of come, and an empty head."

Dick's cheeks flush pink, but he just parts his lips for the strip of toast, and doesn't say a word.

Chapter 4

When Jason gets home that night, Dick isn't waiting desperately for him by the door like he normally does when he's been left alone with Slade for an extended period of time.

By the time he's showered and gotten changed, Jason hasn't found Dick in any of his usual spots, and judging by the undisturbed covers, it doesn't look like he's been in Jason's bed at all today. When Slade is in a mood, he doesn't let Dick hide from him. It's entirely possible he's still harassing Dick somewhere in the house, but then Jason finds Slade in the kitchen making dinner and Dick is still nowhere to be found.

"Hey," says Jason, leaning on the doorframe and crossing his arms. "What the hell did you do with Dickie?"

"Hey yourself," says Slade, sparing Jason a glance over his shoulder as he stirs something on the stove. "He's in the basement. I put him in timeout."

Jason's eyebrows shoot up. "In timeout? What did he do?"

"The little shit bit me."

"He bit you?" Jason chokes. "You? How? Why?"

"I don't know what got into him," Slade says. "I tried to feed him at lunch and he nearly took a chunk out of my hand. So I put him away for you to deal with when you got home. He's your pet."

"You just fed him?" Jason says, snorting. "You sure that's all?"

Slade's broad, scarred shoulders hitch in a shrug.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Fine. I'll go deal with him."

The moment Jason opens the door to the basement and pads down the stairs, he can hear Dick's heavy, labored breaths. As he emerges into the main room, Dick's anguished blue eyes lock onto Jason like a heat-seeking missile, and he whimpers pitifully from his perch.

For someone that keeps saying he has no interest in the more theatrical elements of bondage, Slade has gotten pretty good at emulating the type of punishment to which Jason subjects their omega. The oft-used sybian has been mounted onto the sawhorse, raising Dick up high enough that he's sitting at eye level with Jason when he approaches.

Dick is naked from the waist down, straddling the saddle with his legs bent at the knee, straps at each joint keeping him tightly bound to the structure without any wiggle room or leverage. His thighs are taut and trembling, the leather smeared with slick leaking out from his stuffed pussy. The dildo inside him must be the biggest one they own, Dick's swollen lips spread wide around its girth. It's so big that Dick, impaled and utterly immobile on his throne, has a substantial bulge in the base of his normally flat belly, the massive rubber cock rounding him out visibly beneath the tight black leather straitjacket Slade has wrestled him into.

It's been laced on very tightly, in stark contrast to the bare skin of his abdomen and legs, Dick's arms bundled up out of the way as he hugs himself tightly, the sleeves tied off behind his back.

As he watches Jason stroll up with huge, wet eyes, Dick tugs fruitlessly at the snug jacket, the soft leather creaking faintly in response to his weak struggles. The sybian and dildo are doing most of the work in keeping Dick upright, but Slade has reinforced good posture with a very tall, very stiff, very thick collar, buckled on over the neck of the straitjacket. Dick's head is further anchored in place by a chain hooked onto the top of his head harness that's screwed into the ceiling with absolutely no slack at all.

Jason grins widely, slowly circling the setup while Dick's eyes dart wildly, trying to keep him in sight without the ability to turn his head. The head harness is, of course, also a heavy-duty panel gag, the pump still attached to the front. It looks to be fully inflated, judging by the bulge in Dick's pink-tinged cheeks, and his tiny, smothered noises.

Dick squirms in place, his toes curling and uncurling against the sides of the sybian. He can twist his shoulders a little from side to side, but otherwise there's absolutely nowhere for him to go, mounted and stuffed like a taxidermied museum exhibit.

The view from the back is just as nice, Dick's juicy ass cheeks cradled snugly by the straps of the straitjacket, the base of a fat plug visible inside his tight little hole.

Circling back around to face his errant charge, Jason arranges his features into a mockery of sympathy, cupping Dick's drool-soaked chin in hand and squeezing those packed cheeks.

"Hey, baby," Jason croons. "Long day?"

Dick winces at the pressure Jason is applying to his face. A strained little whimper manages to escape past the gag. His plaintive blue eyes are red-rimmed, and his lashes are clumped with tears. It's clear he's been stuck here for a while.

"Aren't you a sweet little package," Jason says, releasing Dick's chin to sweep his hands over his bound shoulders and chest. "Put up out of the way where you can't cause trouble until I got back… Did you miss me? Is that what happened?"

Dick whines, the chain rattling a little as he jerks his chin up and down in an aborted nod.

"You did, huh. Unfortunately, that's no excuse for your behavior."

Dick's eyes widen. He sniffles, giving Jason his best pathetic puppy dog eyes.

Amused, Jason trails his hands down to Dick's distended belly, reverently stroking the tight bulge of the dildo spearing him open.

"One day," Jason rumbles, "This little belly will be all swollen and heavy with my pups, instead."

Dick moans, his chest hitching with a sob as he shivers in place. Jason sees the ripple of his abdominal muscles as he clenches around the huge cock inside him, a fresh gush of slick spilling out to pool in the tacky puddle that's gathered under him.

"Yeah? You like that, kitten?" Jason presses a mocking little kiss to the tip of Dick's nose, smiling sharply at him. "You want me to pup you. You want me to knock you up. You can't help it. That fuzzy little cotton candy brain barely works. Dissolving under the onslaught of a flood of omega hormones. So desperate."

Jason cups Dick's cheek in his hand, and Dick tries so hard to tilt his face more firmly against his palm, making an adorable little muffled noise.

"You're cute, for such a naughty little thing," Jason says. "You think Slade didn't tell me why you're down here? Why he had to punish you?"

Dick whimpers, his eyes taking on a fresh glossy sheen of tears.

He garbles a plea into his gag that might be I'm sorry, but it doesn't really matter. Dick's already been thoroughly punished for his slip, and Jason's so turned on by this he's not even disappointed.

"It's okay, baby," Jason reassures him. "I'll get you down." He undoes the straps at Dick's ankles and knees, stretching each leg out one at a time and rubbing at the tight muscles. Dick grunts and whimpers as he's finally allowed to extend his legs, toes just brushing the floor on either side of the sawhorse. Next, he unhooks the chain from Dick's head harness, and Dick slumps with a relieved groan.

He's still helpless, legs dangling, firmly affixed to the sybian, and Jason admires him for a moment, adjusting himself in his sweatpants as Dick squirms on the dildo, huffing and puffing through his nose, his whole face bright red.

"Okay, okay," Jason chuckles fondly, wrapping one arm around Dick's waist and hooking the other under his thighs as he lifts him up off the sybian.

Dick's body releases the massive toy with an obscene wet squelch, and Dick squeaks loudly into the gag filling his mouth. Jason hauls him up over his shoulder with a hard slap to the bare ass, Dick's indignant little squeaks morphing into a squeal as he clenches up around the anal plug still tucked inside him.

"You must be so frustrated," Jason says, carrying his wriggling omega to the breeding bench. "Sitting on that fat cock for hours, no knot to satisfy you. You deserved every second of that punishment, though. If you ever bite Slade like that again, we'll cover that dildo in peppermint oil before we mount you up and put you away like the stupid bitch toy you are, okay?"

Dick gurgles faintly, and Jason smacks him on the ass again. "Okay?"

"Mmhm!" Dick moans. "Mmhm, mmph!"

"Good," Jason says darkly, hefting Dick up and lowering him onto the bench.

Dick's limp and dazed, his eyes glassy, and he doesn't fight as Jason bends him over the bench at the waist and straps him down around the hips, thighs, and ankles. Without his hands to balance himself, Dick's head swings down without support, and Jason chides him, wrapping his hand around that collared throat to pull his head up until he can lock the stocks around Dick's neck to fix him in place.

"There we go. Perfect." Jason pats Dick on the bare flank like he's a cow ready to be milked.

Now there's an image.

Jason briefly loses himself to the fantasy of Dick with pumps fixed firmly to his rounded chest, bent over to be knotted as the machine works his fat tits—

When Jason and Slade are finally ready for pups, maybe, and Dick's little omega tits are swollen and full of milk, Jason could hook him up down here to be serviced by his alphas. His belly will be full and heavy, hanging down like ripe fruit.

Dick sobs out a desperate moan, and Jason blinks back to himself to see that Dick's cunt is leaking and he's working his hips in tight little circles, responding to the thick alpha musk of arousal Jason must be putting off as he fantasizes.

"Sorry, baby, sorry," Jason soothes, shoving his sweats down to free his rock-hard cock. "I know what you need. There you go. That's it." There's no resistance. Jason slips right inside Dick's hot, velvety-soft, overworked pussy, cooing when Dick grunts and clenches up around him weakly, still trying to take him deep and tight despite his exhaustion. "Good kitten," he praises, taking advantage of how lax and loose Dick is and settling into a punishing rhythm. His cock is throbbing, knot already beginning to swell around the base.

Dick emits punched-out little moans with each thrust, his shoulders thumping against the sturdy brushed metal of the stocks.

"Your slutty little cunt is so open for me," Jason grunts, slamming his hips against the plush curve of Dick's ass. "Sitting for hours on that fake plastic cock… Held open for your alpha to use later…"

With a strangled howl, Dick tightens up around Jason's cock and comes with a messy spurt of slick. It's all Jason needs to push him over. He stifles his own groan, picking up speed until his knot pops into place, tying them together, and he pumps out a load of hot come right inside that perfect pussy.

"Good boy," Jason says, cupping both hands around Dick's ass cheeks and kneading his glutes. He rolls his hips in lazy circles, grinding his tender, swollen knot into Dick, teasing out more of those high-pitched, ragged sounds. Dick once again can't move his head or, well, much of anything at all, decanted from one prison right into another. "Isn't my knot a much better seat for this hungry cunt?"

Dick warbles out an affirmative moan, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Feeling indulgent and riding high on post-knot hormones, Jason grabs the dangling pump, deflating the bulb filling Dick's mouth and unbuckling his gag.

"You don't want to make me look bad, do you, Dickie?" Jason says. "When I leave you with Slade, I expect you to be on your best behavior. If I can't trust that smart mouth, you'll force me to take extreme measures during meal times. You don't want to lose solid food privileges because I can't trust my kitten without a gag in his mouth, do you? We're perfectly capable of feeding you through an IV."

Dick instantly tenses up, his scent spiking with distress. "No!" he cries. "No, please, I don't, I'm sorry, Jason! It won't happen again. I promise. Please, I'm sorry I made you look bad. I'm sorry I—I bit Slade."

"You get one more chance," Jason says, mollified. "You don't want to know what my remedial training looks like. Trust me."

"I'll be good," Dick croaks, trembling. "I promise."

"I know," Jason says meaningfully, sliding his hands up Dick's helpless body to grope his tits through the leather of the straitjacket. "I know you can, baby. But remember: you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes."

Shuddering, Dick slumps against the bench, utterly defeated.

Chapter 5

"We're going to play a fun little game today," says Jason, and Dick's heart sinks.

Jason's idea of a fun little game differs wildly from Dick's.

The only possible winner is Jason. For Dick, the difference between winning and losing is negligible. He'll be teased and tormented regardless, and usually ends the game in a worse state than he began, even—especially—when he "wins."

But Jason is watching him expectantly, drinking in Dick's expression with that cruel flicker of domineering interest he gets in his acid green eyes when he wants to play, so even though Dick really doesn't want to know the answer, he opens his mouth and asks, "What kind of game?"

"Hide and seek," says Jason. "You'll hide. I'll seek."

Dick swallows against the lump suddenly caught in his throat.

It sounds simple, but it won't be. Before Dick got himself tangled in the web of two borderline sociopathic alphas, he would have said he was pretty fucking good at professional hide and seek. A highly successful thief, Dick's track record was clean. Perfect. Never caught, never arrested, never gone to jail.

He only failed once, but Dick got caught in a big, permanent way.

"Sounds fun, right?" Jason says with a wolfish grin. "Little cat burglars like you fuckin' love that shit, and you've been cooped up too long. Gotta keep those skills sharp."

"What are the rules?" Dick asks faintly, licking dry lips.

Jason's terrifying grin only widens. "I'm so glad you asked, baby."

At first, it almost does sound fun. Slade's house is pretty big. Not a mansion, by any stretch of the imagination, but it's four floors with a finished basement and an attic. Because Slade is a certifiable psychopath, there are also a bunch of secret passages and hidden alcoves. Plenty of room to creep around, and a lot of possible hiding places.

Best of all, Slade's not home, which means he's not a player. Best three out of five, and each round will last fifteen minutes. Dick can hide for fifteen minutes without being found. He's sure of it.

"Now," Jason says, and the sinking feeling in Dick's gut only grows. "Let's talk advantages and disadvantages."

Of course. There's always a catch.

"You spend all day, every day lounging around the house like the lazy little house cat you are," says Jason. "And so you actually have an advantage over me regarding layout at this point. I know you've figured out places to hide that we don't even know about."

"Jason, come on, that's not—" Dick starts to protest, indignation rising up thick in his throat, but the dangerous look on Jason's face instantly quells his outburst.

"Not what?" Jason says sharply. "Fair? You earned yourself another disadvantage before we even play, Dickie."

Dick manages to swallow the next protest that tries to leap out of his mouth. He looks pleadingly at Jason, begging for mercy. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this, but he really should know by now that his behavior doesn't matter. If Jason wants to punish him, he will. If Jason wants to torment him, he will. Dick could be perfectly obedient, and Jason would just change the rules to trap him.

"You're a sneaky, slippery, skilled little thief," says Jason. "You're lighter, smaller, and more agile than me. I'm just leveling the playing field. Don't worry. You'll get a couple of advantages, too."

Right. Sure.

"Come on," says Jason, wrapping his huge hand around the back of Dick's neck to scruff him. "Let's get ready."

Getting ready involves bending Dick over and fitting a long, thick, curved vibrator inside Dick's pussy. Dick is breathing heavily by the time it's fully seated, the heavy, bulbous head of the toy angled right up against his sweet spot. Then Jason plugs his ass with a squat toy with a long fluffy tail attached to the base that makes him shiver when it brushes against his bare skin.

He doesn't have to worry about that for long, though, because he ends up sealed into a leather catsuit in very short order, all the zippers locked up tight.

Jason sits him on the end of the bed and kneels down in front of him to buckle cuffs onto each ankle. "Advantage," says Jason. "I'm letting you stay barefoot. Disadvantage. You have to wear this." A stiff metal rod with hooks on either end is then attached to each cuff.

It's a spreader bar. Jason is hobbling him, ensuring he won't be able to take more than shuffling steps, his legs forced apart by the bar.

Dick bites his lip and doesn't say anything.

Next, Jason pulls Dick's mitts onto his hands and buckles them tightly at the wrists. "Advantage," says Jason. "I'm not tying you up. You get to keep your arms free. Disadvantage. You have to use your cute little paws to get around."

Dick's chances of winning even a single round of this game are growing slimmer by the second.

"Almost there." Jason shakes a mess of leather straps in the air and grins. "Advantage. A gag will help you stay quiet as a mouse while I hunt for you." He fits the harness loosely around Dick's head, feeding the short rubber bulb between Dick's lips before he tightens it all up. The leather panel seals firmly against Dick's closed lips, drawing his jaw shut. He inflates the bulb with repeated squeezes of the pump, expanding it until Dick's mouth is completely filled, his tongue pinned down, and then he detaches the tubing and removes the pump. Dick can barely make a sound, blinking tearily at Jason as his filled cheeks bulge against the tight straps.

He's half-expecting Jason to blindfold him next, and call it a disadvantage, but instead, he applies scent blockers to the exposed skin behind Dick's ears.

"Lucky you," says Jason, patting him hard on the cheek. "Another advantage! I won't be able to smell you, but you'll be able to scent me. See? I'm helping you out. I want you to win this, Dickie."

Dick grunts irritably into the gag. He can't walk freely, or use his hands, but Jason won't be able to use his nose. Hardly fair.

"I'm also going to give you a fifteen minute head start," says Jason. "You better make good use of that time. Now we're even, but if I catch you, you'll net yourself another disadvantage before the next round starts. Stand up."

Dick struggles to his feet, groaning at the shift of the toys inside him.

"I guess I should tell you what we're playing for," Jason says. "You need the motivation, right?"

His questions are always rhetorical, but Dick nods dutifully, his chin already wet with drool. He shuffles his ankles cautiously, trying to test the stance he needs to maintain so that he doesn't immediately trip himself and end up on his ass. The spreader bar is maybe a foot and a half long, and his thighs are already feeling the strain.

"Hey," says Jason, snapping his fingers in Dick's face. "Eyes up here, Dickie, or I'll assume you don't need to be able to see and give you another disadvantage."

Dick snaps his head up fearfully to meet Jason's cold gaze.

"If you win, you get a whole week off," says Jason. "You'll get to be a real boy. No games. No toys, costumes, or bondage."

No way. Absolutely not. Dick just stares at him. Jason can't be serious. He'd never allow that, right?

"I know that's an appealing prize," says Jason. "So you better give it your all. Because if I win, Dickie, you won't leave the basement for that same week. I'll make you feel like more of a toy than you ever have. Maybe I'll finally breed you."

A shard of ice spears Dick right in the stomach.

"You ready?" Jason says.

Dick's heart is racing. No! No, he's not ready.

"Get set," Jason says flatly. "Go."

Dick isn't going to win.

Maybe he'd have a chance if he could use his fucking hands, but apparently before Jason dragged him into this deranged little game, he went around the house closing all the doors and turning off most of the lights.

The darkness benefits Dick, too, who is dressed entirely in black, but it also increases his chances of running noisily into the furniture as he shuffles clumsily around with his legs spread by the rod between his ankles. Then he has to quietly wrestle doors open with his mittened hands, which eats up valuable time.

He heads straight for the attic the moment Jason releases him.

Climbing the stairs with the spreader bar is next to impossible, but Dick is nothing if not stubborn, painstakingly shuffling one foot at a time, his entire body prickling with sweat as his heart pounds. When he's halfway up, the vibrator in his cunt turns on, and Dick nearly doubles over and falls right back down as intense sensation roars through his helpless body.

Dick is, unfortunately, aroused by danger. He always has been. It's exactly how he got himself into this mess in the first place.

He was already on edge, then Jason packaged him up, filled him with toys, and sent him on his way with a hard slap to the ass.

His shoulder hits the wall with a dull thump and the huge gag in his mouth stifles his thick moan, but he narrowly avoids falling sideways as the vibrator works away inside him in rolling waves of pleasure.

"Disadvantage!" he hears the Jason in his head say cheerfully. "Your traitorous little cunt has been stuffed with a dildo that can randomly turn on during each round!"

Dick's eyes roll back in his head. His nostrils flare, sucking in desperate breaths. He shudders through a surprise orgasm, then slumps. Trembling on weak legs, Dick begins to climb back up the stairs, and finally makes it to the top floor and into the dusty storage room that houses the way up to the attic.

He's expecting the trap door to be closed, the ladder folded up into the ceiling, which is exactly what he finds. That's why he's trying this hiding spot when he has the advantage of a head start. Jason might even assume Dick wouldn't risk the attic at all, too many obstacles in his way to realistically attempt it.

Dick jumps lightly into the air and catches the rope dangling from the trap door between his fists.

It slips out on the first attempt, but he manages to land without noise, chest heaving. On the second try, he succeeds, using the weight of his body to unfold the ladder from the ceiling.

Dick is successfully in the attic, climbing into a cupboard, when he realizes his fatal mistake. He couldn't pull the ladder up behind him. If Jason does come up here on his first round of seeking, the ladder is a dead giveaway.

Fuck. Fuck. How could he be so stupid?

He was too busy going cross-eyed as the vibrator blitzed his brains out.

There is still a chance Jason will search elsewhere during the first round. A slim, slim chance.

As he's agonizing over his choice, the vibrator kicks off again, and Dick curls up as best he can, moaning, slick leaking out around the base of the dildo to pool in the seat of his catsuit, squelching messily between his thighs. He arches his back, working his hips in tight circles, his head spinning.

How long has it been? Dick has no concept of the passage of time. He clenches around both plugs, gurgling as the vibrator increases in intensity, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, before, finally—

It cuts out entirely.

Dick whimpers, slumping against the dusty wood, sticky and unsatisfied.

Below him, he hears heavy footsteps. Dick goes perfectly still, squeezing his eyes shut. The scent of familiar alpha musk reaches his nose a moment before the cupboard door swings open.

"Hey, kitten," Jason says fondly. "Good effort. Too bad you couldn't cover your tracks, huh?"

"Mmmph," Dick agrees sullenly.

Jason helps him up, settling him on his feet. "Round one goes to me. Better luck next time."

"No head start this time," Jason says, when they're back in the bedroom. "Just a thirty count. And these." He pulls leather straps taut around Dick's thighs, followed by another set of cuffs around his wrists. Then, to Dick's horror, he attaches each cuffed wrist to either thigh, forcing Dick's arms down at his sides.

"Mmm!" Dick cries, raising his head to widen his eyes at Jason in complete indignation. "Nnngh, pleugh! Uungh?"

"You lost the first round, baby," Jason says reasonably, adjusting the straps so they hug each thigh very snugly and don't slip any lower. "You get another disadvantage. Good thing you already blew your chance at the attic, huh? You definitely won't be climbing like this."

Dick tugs sharply at his wrists, the d-rings jingling, now fully hobbled. Screw climbing, he's not entirely sure he could even open a door like this. He needed both hands, before, and now he can't bring his mittened fists together at all.

Furious tears leap to his eyes.

"You can still win," Jason says, brushing a rough thumb over Dick's bulging cheek with mock tenderness. "Just think of what that would mean. I know you have all sorts of little hidey holes all over this place. The attic was a gamble. This time you'll do better, right?"

Dick nods weakly, tears welling over to roll down his cheeks.

"Good boy," Jason praises. "You have until I reach thirty. Now go."

With fear in his heart, Dick desperately hobbles away.

Maybe Jason lets him win the second round. Dangles freedom in front of him, not only to extend this torturous game, but to also give Dick false hope. It's no fun if it's over too soon. Dick has to believe he might make it.

He stays hidden for fifteen minutes, bundled in the very back of the closet in Slade's office on the third floor, and Jason doesn't find him.

"Okay," Jason's voice rings out an age later, "Time's up! You win, kitten. Come on out."

Dick has no choice but to listen, half-expecting it's a trick, but Jason congratulates him, and brings him back to the bedroom to start the third round.

"I'm proud of you, baby," says Jason. "Sometimes I forget you're not totally useless. Since you won this round, it's only fair I get a disadvantage, right?"

Dick nods warily, and Jason ties a blindfold over his eyes.

"I can't see you, and I can't smell you. If you're very, very quiet, then I have no chance of finding you. You could still win this, Dickie. We're tied. You could take the lead, this time. Of course, if you lose, you'll get another disadvantage, and I'll be able to take the blindfold off."

Dick's heart begins to race. He—he has a chance, this round. If Jason can't see him…

"You have until I reach thirty," says Jason, sitting calmly on the bed wearing the blindfold. "One, two—"

As Dick moves as quickly as he dares, heading for the basement, he really starts to believe he might win.

The basement is huge, the full width and length of the entire main floor of the house, and aside from the dungeon that Dick's come to know intimately, Slade also has a gym down here, and a game room.

Again, the stairs present a considerable challenge, the rod between his ankles making it very difficult for him to lift or lower his feet. Without his arms for balance, he has to be particularly mindful, but he makes it to the bottom, and shuffles towards the gym.

He's halfway there, crossing through the dungeon, when the lights go off.

Dick falters, panicking. He can hear Jason's heavy steps on the stairs. Jason can't see him, but he can hear if Dick knocks something over, and Dick is completely blind and surrounded by industrial fetish furniture and toys.

Just as he's cautiously inching forward again, heart thundering against his ribs, the vibrator kicks back to life.

He should have expected the sabotage by now, but it doesn't stop him from stumbling as he bends over at the waist. Dick instinctively tries to raise his foot to steady himself, but the spreader bar trips him, and he goes down in a tangle of hobbled limbs, hitting the floor with a heavy thump and a gasped groan. It's so quiet in the dark that his wheezing breaths are painfully loud, and the vibrator inside him is also audible, buzzing away at top speed.

Dick writhes, twisting his body onto his back in an effort to get up again, but it's too late. A heavy weight pins down the tail attached to the plug in his ass, tugging mercilessly at his rim.

Thick alpha musk fills his nostrils.

Then the lights click back on, and Jason is there, towering over him as Dick wriggles under the onslaught of the toy inside him.

"Found you," says Jason, pulling off his blindfold. "Tough luck, kitten."

"This could be the final round," Jason says, buckling a padded leather blindfold onto the harness of Dick's gag and plunging him back into darkness. "It's two to one. If you win, we'll do best of five. If I win, then our game is over."

Dick warbles out a defeated moan. He's not going to win. He wishes he could just give up. This is humiliating enough, tottering around like a helpless creature, while Jason effortlessly pulls the rug out from under him.

"I feel like you're not taking this seriously, Dickie."

Dick sobs, shaking his head in pitiful denial.

"Do you not think I'm being fair?" Jason asks.

It's a dangerous question. It's a trick question, surely, but Dick nods furiously. It's not. It's not fair, none of this is fair.

"I see," Jason says mildly. "You may have a point. Your disadvantages have really piled up, huh?"

Dick nods miserably.

"You only have yourself to blame, but okay," Jason says warmly. "Let me see what I can do."

Dick's life really is a joke. This game is a joke. He never had a chance.

He can hear Jason counting to thirty as he takes tiny, mincing steps down the hall in the towering ballet boots Jason put him in.

At least he removed the spreader bar, so Dick can finally step freely, but the trade-off just isn't worth it. The boots force him onto the very tips of his crushed toes like an untrained ballerina, and the heels have raised him up at least six inches. All the acrobatic grace and agility in the world won't save him from blindly rolling his ankle and falling directly onto his face, and he won't even be able to break his fall.

He's so focused on putting one foot carefully in front of the other that he barely has the time to think about where he's going, or even consider the fact that he can't see a goddamn thing. Sure enough, he walks right into the opposite wall, staggers, overcorrects by leaning up against it, and then turns himself around and follows it all the way down the hall.

Thirty seconds really isn't any time at all. He hasn't even made it into another room.

He can't win. He blew his best chance on the last round, and now he's even worse off, completely blind, and—

Right on cue, the vibrator comes back to life, bringing Dick crashing to his knees with a terrorized moan.

"Ready or not," says Jason. "Here I come."

Chapter 6

Sometimes, Jason just wants him full.

He wakes Dick up that morning by parting his lips with the biggest ball gag he's ever tried to take; at this point, Jason regularly knots his mouth, and Dick has had a lot of practice with every single one of his holes being stuffed beyond reason. His body just... takes it, and Jason's eyes light up with delighted malice, cooing over what a good, well-trained omega he's become.

The praise is enough to make him dizzy with pleasure, moaning into the fat rubber ball as Jason patiently forces it behind his teeth and holds his mouth wide open around the immense girth of the gag. It buckles on snugly, and Jason pats his bulging cheek with just a little more force than necessary.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmurs, pulling a huge roll of bondage tape out of the bedside table. "Hold still."

Jason winds the roll around his head from nose to chin, over and over, until he can't move his lips at all, and he's sealed away beneath a smooth layer of glistening tape with the sheen of latex.

"Umph," Dick mumbles, the sound barely audible behind all the packing.

"Good boy. Now let's get you dressed for the day."

Getting dressed involves a thick, shiny leather straitjacket, and nothing else.

Jason lovingly helps him into it one arm at a time. Then he tightens it, and tightens it some more. It forces Dick to hug himself, and the sleeves are ruthlessly strapped behind his back. He grunts, squirming at the constriction around his upper body, because—

Because Dick is now six months pregnant.

Jason finally mated him, knotted him, rutted through Dick's resulting heat, and knocked Dick up immediately.

His pregnancy has done very little to discourage Jason from subjecting Dick to his more creative games.

The straitjacket stops right above the curve of his belly, at least, but Dick feels like a trussed pig already, his arms resting on top like a shelf. His milk has already come in, too, much to Jason and Slade's delight, and the heavy, unfamiliar weight of his growing breasts sandwiches his bound arms. Aside from a vertical strap between them, his breasts are also totally exposed, the leather strategically cut away into a window that frames them. His face reddens with embarrassment as Jason adjusts the straps and buckles holding him helplessly wrapped, and casually reaches between his legs to grope him.

"Already so wet," Jason says low into his ear. "You were already such a little slut, but nothing beats a knocked up, hormonal bitch, hmm?"

Dick groans, his traitorous body instantly gushing out a rush of slick at the demeaning treatment.

"I know, I know. You're empty. Don't worry, kitten."

Yeah. Jason likes him full.

The dildo he fits into Dick's soaking wet cunt is huge, mimicking an alpha's blown knot; it doesn't even hurt as Jason works it inside him, rocking it back and forth as Dick's greedy body makes room for it. He's panting by the time it sinks all the way in, making muffled little noises at the girth and pressure stretching him open, and Jason kisses his neck, rubbing a possessive hand over the tight swell of his huge belly.

"Good boy. Look at you. So full of me."

Dick whines, head spinning. Jason's still toying with the base of the toy, fingers sliding through the mess of slick Dick's producing. Jason lets him catch his breath for a moment while he cradles him in his lap, Dick's head tipped back against Jason's broad shoulder. While Jason hasn't exactly softened, he's certainly gotten more patient. He dotes on Dick. Indulges him. There's a youthful, smug edge of alpha pride that's taken hold since impregnating him, and he still enjoys tormenting Dick, but he's gotten a little less interested in hurting him. He'd rather force Dick to come until he screams, these days, and then tie him up so he can't escape the next round. He hasn't been punished in months.

"Plenty of lube," Jason says, and Dick squeaks in surprise as his fingers, covered in Dick's slick, plunge into his asshole. "Can't neglect this little hole, huh. "

"Nuh uh," Dick agrees, even those pathetic little sounds coming out faint and garbled. His mouth is so full, stretched wide open around the gag. If he didn't need to eat and drink, Jason would probably keep him gagged permanently, and in the haze of arousal clouding his mind, that doesn't sound so terrible to Dick. Having his mouth stuffed full is always the first thing Jason does before they play, and as a result, now it just turns him on. Jason loves to listen to his muffled, pleading whimpers, and Dick finds the girth of a gag in his mouth comforting.

The fingers withdraw, only to be replaced by the blunt pressure of cold metal.

Dick bears down as the thick bulb of the plug breaches his asshole. It doesn't slide in as easily as the dildo, and the stretch makes him sweat. He pants out heavy breaths, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, until the widest part pops in, and the full weight of the plug settles in place, the base tucked against his perineum. The cold metal warms quickly, and the brief, initial discomfort fades away. Dick likes the weight of it. So full. He's so full. He fights a little against the restraints, just to test how utterly helpless he is, neatly bundled up in slick leather. Jason jostles him as he reaches down between Dick's sprawled legs; with both toys now inside Dick's throbbing cunt and asshole, he adjusts the two straitjacket straps dangling loose from his hips, tightening them to surround his belly where they meet at the apex of Dick's pubis. From there, it's just one thick strap to pull so tightly it comes flush against his stuffed pussy and disappears between the cheeks of Dick's plump ass.

"Can't have anything falling out, can we?" Jason murmurs, using both hands to knead Dick's glutes. "Snug and secure. Feel good, baby?"

"Uh huh," Dick pants, groaning.

"Yeah. You love it. A cute little package all wrapped up for me. All filled up."

Jason sits Dick up against the headboard, and Dick's eyes roll back as all his weight settles on the toys inside him. Leaning past him, Jason starts rustling around in their bedside table, and Dick blinks blearily he picks out a collar for him to wear.

When Jason wraps the stiff, tall leather around Dick's throat, the expression on his face is soft, almost fond, even as he forces Dick's head stiffly upright. Once it's buckled on, Jason settles back on his knees, acid green eyes sweeping over Dick's bound form with obvious satisfaction.

"Perfect," Jason says softly. "You're comfortable, aren't you, kitten?" He cups Dick's tender new breasts, one in each hand, and Dick squirms, cheeks reddening again. He's so aroused he hasn't stopped leaking floods of slick, and if he starts leaking milk, as well, he might just die. The last time that happened, Jason used his tongue to sweep up the stray drops, and Dick came on the spot, tense and shuddering, caught in the crashing wave of an orgasm that threatened never to end.

Dick nods weakly, head barely able to move in the confines of the strict posture collar Jason decided to use today.

"My omega," Jason says hotly. "Carrying my pups. I'd keep you like this forever, if I could. Just like this. Heavy, helpless, pregnant." His rough, calloused thumb flicks Dick's sensitive nipple, and Dick chokes out a strained moan, his whole body twitching. He twists his shoulders from side to side, then slumps, breathing heavily.

Jason smirks, trailing his hands all the way down the length of Dick's body, resting with one hand on each bare thigh.

"The doctor said you have to keep active," Jason says. "So we'll go for a little walk. Say hi to Slade. How's that, huh?"

Dick doesn't want to go for a walk. He wants Jason to keep teasing him, because when he does that, Jason usually ends up getting turned on, and he'll end the torment of the game and actually fuck him. But he took all this time getting Dick bound and ready, and evidently he doesn't want to undo all his work yet.

Of course, it wouldn't be much of a fun game to let Dick's legs remain free, even if he's expected to walk.

Instead, by the time Jason is finished with him, Dick's got a strap wrapped tightly around his knees, and cuffs around each ankle, separated by an unforgiving, foot-long bar keeping his feet awkwardly spread apart. It means he has to shuffle, thighs locked tightly together, slick still trickling down to gleam against his bare skin, Dick almost knock-kneed to overcome being unable to use the full length of his legs.

In contrast, Jason moves freely, strolling down the hall in sweatpants and a tank top, while Dick follows behind slowly, almost cross-eyed as the dildo and plug rub inside him with each tiny shuffling step.

A little bit of drool has escaped the mass of tape wrapped around his jaw, dripping down onto his bare breasts as they bounce against the shelf of his bound arms.

It's hard work. Dick's panting raggedly by the time they reach the kitchen, and with each puffed breath, Dick involuntarily lets out a desperately little "uh!" sound.

"Isn't that a pretty sight," Slade drawls, as Dick comes around the corner. He's at the table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper, and in the time it's taken Dick to catch up, Jason has joined him.

"Just making sure he gets his steps in," Jason says indulgently. "Doc said he needs to stay healthy, and he's such an active little cat, you know? He gets restless. Needs his exercise."

Dick approaches the table, but a chair isn't pulled out for him, and he's not sure he really wants to sit down on a wooden seat right now, anyway. He fixes Jason with big, pleading eyes, pushing out his chest enticingly as he catches his breath. He's not sure what he wants, but he already misses Jason's focused attention and big hands on his body.

"Come here," Slade says, instead.

Dick skirts the table, eager for either of them to do something. They're both his alphas, after all, even if it's Jason's pups inside him. Everything that's Jason's also belongs to Slade.

Slade pushes his chair back, and pulls Dick to him by the hips, sitting him down on his lap. Dick squeaks as both massive toys shift and jostle inside him, and then he slumps against Slade's shoulder.

"Morning, kitten," Slade rumbles. His hands are even rougher than Jason's as they roam possessively over his body, squeezing his tits, torturing his nipples until tears leap to Dick's eyes, before they finally come to rest over the heavy swell of Dick's belly.

Dick is practically purring. Slick dampens Slade's pants as he rocks his hips to ride the toys angled deep inside him. Slade doesn't even chide him, too busy feeling for the babies kicking, huge hand splayed over the bump. His head is cocked, listening, no doubt, to the twin heartbeats. Dick gets regular checkups, and the last ultrasound was only last week, but Slade does his own wellness checks.

"Healthy," he proclaims, and leans in to scent the spot just behind Dick's ear. If Dick's throat was exposed, he'd probably be using his teeth on the healed mating bites that adorn either side of his neck.

Jason is reading something on his phone, and he makes a neutral sound, not looking up. He rolled his eyes at Slade's overbearing paranoia at first, but he always seems less tense when Slade's made a personal update on the health of the pups.

Dick hums, pleased, and nuzzles his gagged mouth against Slade's shoulder.

"He's desperate," Slade comments to Jason. "If he's being so clingy with me."

"He's always desperate these days," Jason says dismissively. "He was leaking slick in his sleep. I woke up to the smell of him ripe and ready to go. It's the hormones. Insatiable."

"Smells good." Slade scents him again, more aggressively this time, and continues rubbing circles over Dick's swollen belly.

"Makes me insane," Jason agrees, even though he doesn't look affected at all. Dick huffs. "Let him stew a little longer, then we'll knot him. See if it satisfies him for a bit. It's like he's in low-grade heat all the time."

Dick struggles to nod again, as emphatic as possible, and Slade chuckles.

"He likes that idea."

"He likes all my ideas."

Dick mmphs into the gag. Not all of them. He hates being ignored.

Jason gets up from the table to return his mug to the sink, and leans in to press a kiss to the top of Dick's head on the way. Dick closes his eyes, relaxing against Slade's strong body.

This wasn't what Dick imagined would happen when he broke into this house, but there's no changing it now, even if he still wanted to escape. He's been thoroughly claimed by two strong alphas, and in a few months, their pack will grow.

Dick isn't going anywhere.