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Sam can't stop trembling. He swallows the lump in his throat fighting back sobs. The young omega wipes away his tears with the sleeve of his navy sweatshirt. He stares out the car window watching the raindrops roll down the glass. He takes in a shaking breath, but it morphs in a sob in his throat.
"Get your shit together!" John snaps angrily, his voice filled with Alpha rage. Dean looks back at his brother sympathetically but says nothing. He knows better than to question their father by now.
The young omega struggles trying so hard to compose himself. He looks down gripping the hem of his rosy plaid skirt tightly. The child is completely utterly terrified! He messed up, he knows he did, but he doesn't think this should be the answer. But because he's an omega, of course, he gets no say in this. Even though it's his life getting ruined…
-three months prior-
There was an Alpha boy a grade ahead of Sam. But the young child still really liked him. They started spending more and more. time together. It was all secret. It had to be; Sam isn't allowed to date. His dad believes in old values. That means arranged marriages, not an omega just dating whatever Alpha they please. Not fooling around, letting filthy scum deflower them. Disgracing their Alpha.
Sam just wanted something of his own. Something his family didn't control. His Dad and Dean control everything. He's not even allowed to choose what books he reads. Or movies to watch. Everything "has to be appropriate for an unmated omega". No violence, no sex. Dean had to walk him to and from school. He's not allowed a cellphone.
He just wanted something they didn't have a say in.
Dean found out the dirty little secret. He had gotten home earlier from his part-time job. The young Alpha was greeted by his baby brother making out---an Alpha's hand up his skirt on the family couch.
"Get the fuck out now!" The Alpha shouted, pointing at the front door. Sam's boyfriend scrambled for the door. That's the last time Sam saw him.
The next hours were awful. Dean screamed at him a lot and Sam just sat there crying. He was so ashamed.
"Did he fuck you?!" The Alpha shouted.
"No! Never! I would never do that!" Sam cried defensively.
"Did he finger you?!"
Sam stilled and looked at the floor. He can't look an Alpha in the eyes while lying. He shook his head.
"Sammy look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you didn't let that little sack of shit finger you!"
Sam looked up, tears running down his face. "I can't, Dee…"
"Because you let him?"
The omega nodded weakly. He watched Dean run his hands down his face. "How many times?"
"A lot…"
"Jesus fucking christ! I'm calling Dad!"
"No, please!" Sam begged crying more.
"He could have torn your hymen, Sammy! What the hell were you thinking?!"
"...That it felt good…"
Dean looked at him with his phone in his hand. "Well, I'm sure dad will be peachy knowing he has a slut for a son," he snapped coldly.
The word felt like daggers against the omega's skin. He wiped away his tears, trying to hide how hurt he was.
Twenty minutes later, John pulls up the impala. He was so furious and scary. The Alpha yelled until he physically couldn't anymore. Then Dean helped hold his brother still while their father spanked his bare ass with a leather belt. He held the omega's legs down. The Alpha fingernails left bruises like crescent moons on Sam's calves. Sam's always been a squirmer and a kicker when he gets into shit. These had to be the worst beating of the omega's life. Screams and cries echoed through the house mixing with harsh noise of leather whipping the air followed by booming smacks against flesh. John didn't stop until there was more purple and red then pink. The night got worse when the young omega was hauled off for an emergency doctor's appointment.
"Everything's intact. Your omega is incredibly lucky." The Doctor announced with Sam still strapped into stirrups. "If you want my recommendation, find a mate for him while you can. It will be a lot worse if he loses his virginity. You would have to be honest about the reason with his future Alpha, should they need to worry about this little whore trying to run off and ride a knot just because it's attached to a cute face."
From then on, Sam was pulled out of school. Dean is in high school; he couldn't just follow his middle school brother around to scare Alphas off. John posted an ad online looking for an Alpha for his son. For the next three months, Sam wasn't allowed to do anything but housework.
-the current day-
The Impala stops in front of a courthouse. The man Sam is supposed to mate is in here. The child doesn't even know his Alpha's name or what he looks like…and in a few hours time the stranger is going to...no, Sam can't even bring himself to think about that.
Dean opens the car door for Sam. The omega frowns up at his brother pitifully. The Alpha just sighs shoving a bag into Sam's arms.
"You better not muck up your makeup after it's done with all that crying. I paid the extra money to have it done professionally," John snaps, slamming the driver's side door. Sam flinches at the noise.
Dean leads Sam inside with a gentle hand on the elbow. The omega cries more; he can't help it.
"This is for your own good you know that,” he comments when John is out of earshot. "I've met Luke. He's cool, you'll like him"
Sam sighs shakily. "Is he kind?"
Dean's jaw clenches tightly. "You'll be fine," he replies sternly.
That answer does nothing to calm the omega. Inside, John is filling out paperwork at the front desk. A Beta with a clipboard approaches the brothers. "Omega of John Henry Winchester?"
Dean gently pushes the omega forward. The woman smiles, leading Sam to a dressing room. The omega sets his bag down on a table, his hands shaking.
"You're nervous it's okay," the Beta assures him.
Sam strips down and the Beta helps him pull his dress on. No point in underwear, that will only get in the way after…he starts crying again, thinking about it. The nice lady gently wipes Sam's face with a tissue. "Okay, definitely waterproof makeup," she comments.
"I'm sorry…," the omega whispers, full of humiliation.
The Beta smiles at him. "It's normal. Even happy omegas sometimes cry before their wedding. It's okay, kiddo." The lady sits him down, touching up his makeup and curling the omegas shoulder-length brown hair. She finishes everything off with a thin rose gold collar and small pearl studs in Sam's ears. "Those are gifts from your new husband. Lucky boy"
Sam doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't care about jewels or gold or money. He wants his freedom. He doesn't want this Alpha at all, not him, not his gifts or money.
White stockings and white flats finish off the look. The Beta leaves and informs the others Sam is ready. She doesn't come back instead Dean comes in. He smiles at his little brother. "You look beautiful,” the Alpha comments, making Sam blush.
"Thanks."
The omega frowns when Dean holds out a silk blindfold. "Do you have to?"
"It's either me or Dad and he's not gonna be gentle, Sammy"
Sam doesn't fight as his brother blindfolds him. The Alpha ties the silk just tight enough it doesn't fall off. Followed by tying the omegas hands behind his back. He ties the leftover fabric from the omega's arms around his waist.
Dean gently leads Sam with fabric tied to his waist, using it as a leash. The Alpha stops and the omega realizes his leash is being passed off to his dad. John is much rougher, tugging Sam along behind him at a speed hard for the young omega's legs to keep up with. John slows down and there's music...Sam realizes he's being led down the aisle.
Sam went to a wedding once but it was for beta and an Alpha. One of Dean's friends had gotten married. She was sixteen and her parents let her. Betas and Alphas have been at least sixteen to get married. After eighteen, they don't need anyone's permission at all.
The laws aren't the same for omegas. Nevertheless, the omega has some idea of what weddings are like. He knows his Dad's friends, Dean's friends, and his grandpa are to his right. So that must mean his Alpha's family and friends are to his left. Sam sniffs the air. Too many smells for him to tell anything. He starts shaking as what's happening sets in.
There's a small step, then John stops. Sam is roughly shoved to his knees. His heart races enough the omega can't understand what is said. He hears his Dad's voice and two others he doesn't know. But he can't focus on any of it. One of the voices is Luke, his new Alpha… Sam starts shaking again; he feels tears soaking into his blindfold. The whole ceremony doesn't last long.
Soon enough, Sam is ordered to stand again. He realizes his leash isn't in his Dad's hand anymore. The omega is lead away from where the ceremony happened, but not down the aisle again. A door shuts and Sam tenses. He sniffs the air. He's alone with an Alpha he doesn't know.
"Let's get this stupid shit off of you, Sammy"
"It's Sam,” the omega corrects---the only one he let's call him Sammy is his brother.
Suddenly there's a rough hand around his throat squeezing down. The young omega struggles to breathe, panicking.
"It's whatever the fuck I say it is" the Alpha states, his voice dark. The man lets go and Sam gasps then sobs. He's terrified again. His Alpha is crazy! He can't stop crying. He can feel the marks on his neck are gonna bruise. "Oh, Sammy" the Alpha croons with mock sympathy...before snapping again "Shut the fuck up. We haven't even had fun yet...calm down!"
Sam doesn't calm down, he cries harder but quieter. The Alpha sighs, annoyed, "Your dad said you're a slut and tried to fuck a boy from school. I thought you wouldn't be such a fucking baby about this.” Luke roughly unties the omega's hands. Then he removes the blindfold.
Sam opens his eyes and blinks. He's met face to face with his new husband.
Luke is older, like his dad's age. It’s gross.
He has blond hair and icy blue eyes. The Alpha is in a suit but he has a leather jacket instead of a suit jacket. The man isn't fit but he's not really fat either...he has a bit of a beer belly like Sam's dad. The omega isn't sure what to say; he doesn't want to have Luke hurt him again…
"Oh, what a pretty little minx you are, Sammy. I'm Luke MorningStar---that's your new last name," he declares, cupping the child's face. This was supposed to be the first time he heard the Alpha's name.
Sam let out a nervous whimper.
"Ssh it's gonna be okay, Sammy, you're gonna be my good little bitch. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna get your pretty little ass up on the table behind us. I'm gonna tie you down and fuck your brains out. Then we can go out and have cake. Let's do this" The Alpha orders coldly. He lets go of Sam and stands up.
The omega turns and follows his Alpha over to the table. He remembers Dean told him it's supposed to hurt a bit the first time for omegas, but not much if the Alpha takes his time and is gentle. The omega shakes as Luke helps lift him up on to the table and on a white cloth (always white so blood shows…Sam cries more thinking about it.)
The couple runs into a roadblock. Sam is far too short to be tied at both ends of the table. His alpha grumbles and in the end decides to just tie Sam's legs down. His legs are kept far apart for easy access. His Alpha easily pins both the omega's slender wrists down with one hand. Luke lifts up the front of Sam's dress with his other. The omega squirms as his Alpha runs his fingers over Sam's tiny cocklet. The Alpha digs his nails sharply into Sam's wrists when he squirms more. Luke dips one finger into Sam's wet duct. The omega lets out a whimper that becomes a scared moan when Alpha does it again.
"Such a good little baby slut, that's it, there you go," The Alpha whispers, his voice filled with lust.
The finger brushes over something that feels really good. Sam moans louder, arching his back---his boyfriend never found that spot!
"There’s the whore your dad told me about,” Luke sounds encouraging, almost sweet, even though the words are cruel. “You want this, Sammy, your body knows better then your stupid little head does". The finger is roughly pulled away the omega hears a fly being undone.
Luke's fat Alpha cock slams into the omega on one swift and aggressive thrust. Fresh tears well up in Sam's eyes. He squirms and struggles. "Stop, it hurts too much!"
The fingernails cut into his soft skin again holding him firmly in place. "It's supposed to hurt."
"Not this much, not if you're gentle!" Sam cries.
Luke grins down at the child beneath him. "Oh, but Sammy, I don't want to be gentle. It’s no fun that way," the Alpha announces, roughly drilling his far too large cock into Sam quickly.
Why did no one tell Sam sex feels like being fucked by a knife? He squirms and cries and screams.
"You wanna be a stupid fucking brat, huh? Okay."
Next thing Sam knows, teeth are sinking into the tip of his right ear. He screams in horror from the pain. After this, the omega cries even louder, but holds still. He feels Luke fucking into him and hears him grunting with his thrusts. It feels like a butcher knife attached to a jackhammer. The sounds of sobs, the wet rough slapping of flesh on flesh and sexual grunts of an Alpha fill the room.
Luke starts speeding up and his knot begins inflate. Sam feels like he's being ripped open from the inside. It's not gonna fit, it can't, it's gonna rip his stomach open! He just knows it. While the omega's stomach doesn't rip open, something does rip instead: him and it hurts so much! More than he's ever hurt before! The Alpha stills and sometimes wet gushes into Sam.
Luke leans down and kisses the omega of the mouth. "That was amazing," the Alpha huffs out, grinning widely. "I hope you stay this tight forever."
Sam whimpers feeling tears fall again. He hopes he doesn't stay this tight, not if it's gonna feel like knives inside him every time.
He turns away from his new Alpha. Waiting impatiently for the Alpha's knot to go away.