hurt me now, hurt me later

by Anonymous (ao3)

Chapter 1

"You redecorated," Jason says, sitting down on Roman's pristine white couch and accepting the scotch on the rocks Roman hands him.

Roman is smiling broadly.

Technically he never stops, exposed teeth permanently fixed in a rictus grin, but Jason can tell he's actually pleased.

"Isn't he pretty?" Roman purrs, sitting opposite Jason.

"Very," says Jason. "You knocked him up?"

"Couldn't resist breeding him," says Roman. "No idea what I'll do with the brat when it's born, but that's still a few months away."

The captive omega makes a muffled sound through the big blue ball gag stuffed in his mouth, an aborted shake of his head rattling the many buckles and chains adorning his beautiful body.

Jason has to hand it to Roman, he's got a real eye for dramatic and over-the-top fetish scenes. He's sure Roman put this together for Jason's visit today, to show off his prize, and Jason is grudgingly impressed.

To first catch Nightwing, famed vigilante, is one thing. To then keep him long enough to breed is another.

Nightwing is installed on a buzzing sybian in the middle of the room, the clear centerpiece of Roman's largely minimalist decor.

He's wearing a latex knock-off of his usual costume, specially made to accommodate the omega's swollen belly, the blue chevron stretched across his chest matching the gag in his mouth. His belly isn't the only thing that's rounded out; Nightwing's tits are now soft mounds clearly outlined in the tight material. His arms are wrapped around his waist, tucked under his chest and resting atop the big bulge of his belly, strapped snugly in place, the straitjacket sleeves tied off at the small of his back.

Jason's appreciative gaze rises higher, following the softened lines of that powerful body to admire the stiff, high collar locked around Nightwing's neck, forcing him to maintain strict posture. Nightwing's plush pink lips are sealed around the aforementioned gag, the rubber ball shiny with spit wetting his chin and dripping down onto the latex to pool between those delicious tits. Most of his face is obscured by a thick padded blindfold, locked to the harness of the gag, and a ring at the very crown of his head is chained to the ceiling to keep him from slumping out of that impeccable posture.

Pregnancy has made Nightwing's hair silky smooth and his skin dewy and soft, Jason thinks vaguely. It suits him. A perfect omega specimen.

"A real prize," Jason murmurs. "Can he hear us?"

"He can hear me," says Roman. "He's wearing earplugs, with a comm device installed so only I can speak to him."

Jason nods, gaze drifting back down. Nightwing is kneeling over the saddle, his ankles locked to the sides, several straps around his thighs and knees keeping him firmly in place. The crotch of his suit is unzipped, and his pink, flushed pussy is visible where his cunt stretches widely around the dildo splitting him open. A tiny bullet is taped over his engorged clit. His slick has stained the entire contraption, glistening against the leather.

Nightwing is breathing in short, sharp huffs through his nose, timed with the loud, rhythmic buzz of the toy stuffed inside him.

"He's beautiful," Jason admits. "Harvey didn't mention anything about this before he sent me over. How the hell have you kept this a secret from Bats? You've had him, what, six months? You'd think someone would let it slip."

"Money," Roman says. "Threats. A shared, unspoken agreement that we all hate Batman enough to keep his precious bird from him."

Seated on his throne of agonized pleasure, Nightwing sobs out a muffled whimper, a string of saliva slipping out of his mouth onto his big belly.

Jason lets out a low whistle. "Too right. I know with a cunt like that, it might not hold much appeal, but I gotta know: his famed ass. Did you hit that?"

Roman laughs darkly. "Of course. I keep it plugged, too. Go ahead. Take a look."

"Don't mind if I do." Jason drains his scotch and sets down the glass before he stands. Circling around the back of the sybian reveals that the zipper on the crotch of Nightwing's suit goes all the way up to the top of his ass, juicy cheeks spilling out of that tight latex. Tucked snugly between them, the base of an anal plug is visible, an attached length of rubber tubing dangling over the back of the saddle. Jason crouches down curiously, and picks up what looks like a pump.

He looks at Roman, raising both eyebrows. "May I?"

"Please," says Roman, gesturing expansively.

Jason squeezes the pump in his fist. Nightwing makes a strangled sound, his glutes clenching around the plug as it expands inside him.

He's panting raggedly now, out of sync from the regular buzz of the dildo, and close up, he smells like sweet omega slick, leather, and rich pregnancy hormones. He squirms restlessly, the chains on his head harness and collar rattling. Jason keeps pumping with firm, regular clenches of his fist, and Nightwing goes ramrod straight in his seat, pulling against the restraints, the low moans he's been making stretching out into high, desperate mewls.

Jason's cock is so fucking hard. He reaches between his legs to adjust himself, imagining what it would be like to bury his knot in this tight ass, or, even better, his swollen pussy.

"I know," Roman says with faux sympathy. "He's delectable, isn't he? I foresee a long, fruitful business partnership between you and I, Mr. Dent. As a gesture of good faith, I'm willing to let you fuck my pet's mouth."

Nightwing whimpers.

Jason drops the pump and rises to his feet. "You serious, Roman?"

Looking directly at Roman's charred face is particularly unnerving because he can't blink. He just stares. "I'm serious, Jason. I've always liked Harvey. I think he raised you right. You're both about to do me a big favor, and I think you deserve a treat."

Roman is still grinning. He is always grinning.

Jason licks his lips. "Won't say no to that," he says hoarsely.

"Go ahead." Roman gestures again. "The gag pops right out. I like all parts of him to be easy access, even if I keep his holes stuffed by default."

A rush of arousal pools at the base of Jason's balls. He skirts around the sybian, standing with his feet planted on either side of it. It puts him at just the right height, Nightwing's gagged, blindfolded face at crotch level.

Jason groans as Nightwing's nostrils flare, and he fidgets and tosses his head like a skittish horse, an unfamiliar alpha's musk filling his nose.

"I don't loan him out to just anyone," Roman says pointedly. "But I like to keep him on his toes. Or, rather, his knees."

Jason's dizzy with the pungent scent of aroused omega. He opens his pants, pulling out his hard cock and stroking it briefly, smearing precome down the length. Then he unclips the gag, and with a bit of coaxing, the rubber ball pops out from behind Nightwing's teeth.

Before the omega can make a single sound, Jason thrusts into his slack mouth.

Nightwing takes him right into his throat with only a faint, wheezing breath. His mouth is hot and slick, and he swallows reflexively around Jason's length. Jason buries a hand in that thick hair, using it as a handle to pull Nightwing down his cock until the pink, tear-stained tip of his nose is buried in Jason's pubic hair.

For a second, Jason just holds him there, until Nightwing convulses once, twice, and Jason drags him all the way off.

He doesn't hold back. Fisting Nightwing's hair to keep his head firmly in place, Jason proceeds to fuck his mouth with hard, deep strokes, Nightwing makes a choked noise each time Jason sinks balls-deep past the tight channel of his collared throat.

It doesn't take long for Jason's knot to start to swell, tugging at Nightwing's teeth.

"You can knot his mouth," Roman says casually. "He likes that."

Jason does not think Nightwing likes any of this, but he rolls his hips in shallower strokes, keeping his expanding knot firmly inside Nightwing's mouth. Part of him wishes he could see Nightwing's eyes while he does this, tear-filled and miserable. That might be pushing his luck, to ask. He's sure Roman doesn't want anyone else to know Nightwing's identity.

Grinding deep, Jason comes, spilling down that raw, tender throat, filling Nightwing with his come.

Nightwing can only thrash within the stiff confines of his restraints, barely able to make a sound with Jason's cock blocking his throat. Some come bubbles up at the corners of his mouth, trickling out around Jason's knot.

The roaring in Jason's ears slowly dies down as his pleasure ebbs and flows. He rubs at the base of his cock until it deflates enough to pull free.

Nightwing coughs and inhales sharply, a glob of come dribbling slowly down the curve of his chest.

"Stop," Nightwing whispers thinly. "Please, stop. Help me. I need help—"

Jason pushes the gag back into his mouth, buckling it into place and smothering the plaintive pleas.

"You have a good time, kid?" Roman drawls knowingly.

"Fuck," Jason groans, tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his fly. "He's a dream."

"Keep on my good side, and I might let you use him again," Roman says. "He's a lot more fun to pass around like the toy he is."

Jason half-turns, intent on sitting back down to continue this bizarre business meeting, but his head is fogged with satisfied hormones, skin buzzing pleasantly. He hesitates.

Roman, ever shrewd, cocks his head. "What? There something else you wanna do to sate your curiosity?"

"Can I touch his tits?" Jason blurts. His cheeks feel hot. Fuck. He should not be showing his hand like this.

"Is that all?" Roman asks, the amusement clear in his voice. "Go ahead. He's not milking yet, but they've gotten bigger."

Jason zeroes back in on Nightwing, delicately cupping his tits in his hands. The latex is slick and smooth against his skin. They're barely a handful, soft and rounded, and Nightwing squeaks when Jason squeezes them, applying gentle pressure.

"Cute, right?" Roman's voice cuts through the cotton candy haze Jason is floating in. "I don't regret breeding him. Might keep him that way, after he pops out the whelp. Might need some big strong alpha studs to assist."

Nightwing doesn't seem to like the sound of that, trembling on the sybian—which hasn't stopped this entire time, whirring away inside his tortured pussy—making a pleading sound with every breath he pushes out through his nose. He's only getting half the conversation, Roman's one-sided words filling his skull, but it's enough to understand the full implications of his fate.

Jason could free him. Tip off the Batman. Steal Nightwing for himself in the chaos that is sure to ensue.

Or he could leave him here with Roman, lovingly and sadistically bound and tormented, and continue to ingratiate himself on the off chance he gets the chance to impregnate Nightwing himself.

"Keep me in mind," Jason rasps, reluctantly releasing Nightwing's tits. He returns to the couch, sinking back down a changed man.

Roman hands him a fresh drink.

Jason takes it, and they clink their glasses in a toast.

"To a lucrative partnership," Roman says.

"Hear hear," Jason agrees.

Chapter 2

Jason's patience is finally rewarded.

He doesn't like Roman much, but he has to admit the man gets results, and he's a good ally to have. It takes time and money, but he's in the inner circle, now, and Nightwing? Nightwing is pregnant again, with Jason's pups this time.

He wasn't sure Roman was serious.

Looking at Nightwing now, there's no arguing. Roman was dead fucking serious, and Jason is reaping all the benefits.

Jason comes and goes as he pleases, and has full access to Nightwing's suite. Roman is actually getting bored of him. It's something Jason is counting on—once he's ready for someone else to take the bird off his hands, there's only one real choice. One other person that can guarantee the omega never ends up back in Batman's hands.

Nightwing—Dick Grayson, as Jason's come to discover—has been ruined now, anyway.

When Jason lets himself in, the sweet sounds of pathetic little mewls meet his ears.

Locking the door behind him, Jason smiles broadly and strolls into the bedroom.

Dickie's been left in the rack for Jason, bound securely in the Roman-designed contraption. He's positioned upright, with the weight of his heavy belly supported. While he's certainly become more cooperative over time, Dick still tries to escape. He's never left to his own devices without being thoroughly restrained.

And in his current delicate state, the perfect place for him is strapped into the machine.

It's a simple metal frame built up from the seat of a sybian. Dick kneels on it, his ankles strapped to the sides, and the bar extending up from behind him provided a cross bar to hook his elbows up. The slippery little bitch can escape a lot of sticky situations, but the moment his elbows are strapped together behind his back and his hands are sealed away in cuffed leather mittens, he loses a lot of his leverage. It's a bit of a severe-looking pose, but even seven months pregnant with twins, he has the flexibility to easily take the strappado pose.

From there, it's just a matter of chaining his collar to the same bar, and poor little Dickie is stuck on his throne, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure he's subjected to as the machine pumps and vibrates and stimulates him.

Each perfect, heavy, melon-sized tit has a glass cup suctioned to swollen, cherry-red nipples, collecting the milk he produces in thick spurts each time the dildo spearing him open thrusts up into his slick cunt. Jason pauses for a second in the doorway just to admire the sight of him writhing and squirming on the sybian, his full chest heaving with each ragged breath, his belly big enough that his breasts rest right on top of it.

Even despite the loud hum of the machine, Dick hears Jason enter, and his head turns toward him.

"Hi, baby," Jason croons.

Dick moans, mouth filled with a gag that's been pumped to max capacity, his pink lips stretched around the girth of a rubber bulb that would be spilling out if it wasn't for the harsh strap cutting into his bulging cheeks holding everything in place. At the same time, the sybian thrusts, Dick's cunt gushes out a fresh wave of slick, and the glass suction cups collect another spurt of milk.

"You know it's for your own good," Jason says. "You have to pump, or those gorgeous tits ache."

Most omegas start to lactate in the latter months of pregnancy, but Dick's been particularly productive. Jason's not exactly sure what Roman's been doing with it all. Selling it, probably. It's a hot black market item.

Dick whimpers, trembling in the confines of the frame. His head keeps turning, trying to listen for movement, but Jason stays put. There's a thick padded blindfold buckled over Dick's pretty blue eyes, and Jason likes to keep him on his toes, keep those senses sharp.

When Jason does push off the doorframe to circle around Dick, he loses track of Jason for a second, too distracted by the waves of pleasure rolling through him as he orgasms, grunts and moans muffled by the thick gag in his mouth. The bar is wedged between Dick's naked ass cheeks, jutting up from the seat of the sybian, and when Dick rocks helplessly forward, desperately seeking stimulation on his clit, Jason can see the the base of a butt plug tucked inside him.

"Having fun?" Jason murmurs, behind him now.

Dick makes a startled little noise, his head twisting around. "Nngh! Mmph!"

Jason threads his fingers through Dick's soft, sweaty hair. Dick is struggling, shoulders twisting back and forth, his hips rocking on the dildo spearing him open. His thick, sweet scent has filled the room, and Jason's cock is hardening in his pants.

"I think you're gonna be mine soon," Jason says conversationally, hungrily drinking in the sight of Dick's flushed golden skin gleaming with sweat. "You've probably noticed, right? I spend more time with you than Roman does. He always just puts you away, doesn't want to deal with how needy you are. When's the last time he even fucked you?"

Dick makes a high, warbling sound, the chain at his throat clinking.

"But I'll take care of you, baby," Jason says. "I'll give you all the attention you deserve. I'll keep you knocked up, just like this. You'll never be empty long. It's every omega's dream."

The sound Dick makes can only be described as a sob. His cheeks are damp with tears leaking out from under the soaked blindfold, and Jason removes it, suddenly eager to see the despair in his bird's big blue eyes.

Ah. There it is. The anguish is obvious when they're revealed, glossy and vivid, lashes clumped with tears. His packed cheeks are pink, flushed with desire and humiliation. Jason would remove the gag more often if Dick did anything other than beg to be set free. He doesn't mind the pleading, but it sounds better when it's unintelligible.

"You like to pretend you hate this," Jason says, patting Dick's cheek patronizingly, "But it would be more believable if you could stop coming your brains out for even a second, you fat slut. Mixed signals, you know?"

Dick's face crumples, and more of those crocodile tears spill down his cheeks. He fights weakly against the rack, but with his arms hitched up behind him like this, and his ankles cuffed securely to the sybian, he can't move an inch. It just sets all the soft parts of him jiggling, tits swinging from side to side.

"Bet you're starting to hurt a bit, huh," Jason observes. "You sore?"

Dick nods miserably.

"Honestly," Jason sighs deeply, flicking off the machine. "Damned if you do, damned if you don't. It hurts either way." The switch turns the pump off, but not the sybian. Still, Dick shudders in clear relief. Releasing the suction prompts a muffled scream, though, and leaves Dick's nipples flushed twice their usual size. Jason immediately puts his hands on them, tormenting swollen flesh, and Dick arches his back and tosses his head from side to side, properly crying now.

He's still leaking a little milk, and Jason sucks his fingers clean, smiling broadly.

"No wonder Roman bottles this up and sells it."

The dildo is still moving, but Dick has slumped, breathing heavily through the aftershocks.

Jason lets him suffer a little longer, moving around cleaning up the breast pump, and by the time he turns his attention back to Dick, those blue eyes have refocused on Jason, watching him warily.

"You know you brought this on yourself, don't you, pretty bird?" Jason asks, raising an eyebrow. "You and the Bat. You made the mistake of dedicating your life to being a pain in the ass of every hard-working businessman in the most corrupt city in America, when you could have done literally anything else with all your many talents. You painted a target on your back and assumed you were invincible, or that the big bad Bat would always be able to save you. But your luck ran out. You fucked around and found out."

Jason is grinning broadly, now, and fresh tears well up in Dick's betrayed blue eyes. His expression is desperate, fractured. Dripping with helpless resignation.

"And you're an omega," Jason continues, warming to his subject. "If you were an alpha, like Batman, that hero's dream could have come true. But you're not. You're just a silly little omega bitch, built to do exactly what you're doing now. You're lucky it's me that took a shine to you. Roman would just throw you in the trash when he's done. But me? I'll cherish you. I know the value of claiming such a prize. You're giving me pups, after all." Jason puts a hand on the swollen curve of Dick's massive belly, stroking the tight skin tenderly. "Look at you. This is what you're made for. Breeding. Your body knows it, but I think your brain is finally catching up. You'll see."

Dick's head droops. Jason kneels down to release the cuffs on his ankles, then unlocks the chain linking his collar to the bar. Once he's removed the restraint around Dick's elbows, he hooks each hand under Dick's armpits and hauls him up off the sybian.

The dildo slips free with an obscene wet squelch, the resulting flood of slick gushing out to drip down Dick's trembling legs. He can't stand unassisted, so Jason holds him securely against his chest until he steadies. Supporting most of his weight, Jason guides him to the bed, lowering Dick onto the mattress on his side. Dick groans with relief, chest expanding with each exhausted breath. Jason doesn't remove the gag, or the mittens on Dick's hands. Instead, he gets into bed behind him, frees his cock from his pants, and pushes into his wet cunt with one deep, firm stroke.

Dick squeaks at the intrusion, but doesn't even really squirm.

"Can't leave you empty for long," Jason says into his ear, rolling his hips shallowly. "I can feel the plug Roman stuffed inside your tight little asshole. You must feel so full, huh, baby? Full of me?" He gropes Dick's tits, squeezing and kneading, and that makes Dick squirm until he's crying again, unable to pull away from Jason's rough touches. Dick's omega instincts love it, though. His scent strengthens, and he tightens around Jason, readying himself to be knotted.

"You and me," Jason croons, his orgasm building, balls tightening up with each stroke. "Forever."

Dick's ragged sobs continue, even as he comes on Jason's knot, again and again and again.