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Dick finds Jason in the basement, behind a locked laboratory door.
Jason is strapped down to a hospital bed. A white straitjacket forces his arms across his chest; a similarly white collar is chained down. He’s writhing and moaning, but he can’t get out of his restraints.
Dick presses a finger to his earpiece.
“Found him.”
There’s no one else left in the facility. The fans drone. Jason cannot hear either the fans or Dick’s voice, and neither can he see. His head is trapped inside a heavy hospital-white hood, fixed over a padded blindfold, earmuffs, and a ball gag, kept on by numerous straps around the head and neck. Dick cannot see his face, but he can sense Jason aware behind the hood, frustrated and writhing, because of the blanket of raw heat scent filling the room like liquid summer heat, suffocating.
An aphrodisiac or heat inducer, then. That can explain why Jason hasn’t tried to free himself, and the dark moisture seeping through his pants, behind the white restraining strap running between his legs, pulled up alarmingly tight, accentuating the puffy outline of his pussy.
Bruce’s voice comes through the earpiece. “Bring him home.”
“I will.” Dick’s eyes darken with promises. “After I secure him. Just give me a minute.”
“Take as much time as you need. But make sure he’s safe.”
“Roger that.”
Dick taps the earpiece silent before approaching his brother, taking in the sight and smell, all of which serve to inflame him.
Jason is aware that someone is in the room with him, but Dick’s identity is unknown to him. Jason makes a weak sound, struggling, trying to raise his head above his torso to peer through his opaque blindfold. It’s no use. Multiple layers of padding prevent him from getting even a sliver of light. He’s in total darkness, mute, blind, deaf, and helpless. And he’s Dick’s now.
Dick’s tongue grows thick, and he feels his heart racing. Between the mounting heat scent, the writhing body, the way the hood has been mounted on so tightly, Jason’s head tossing about trying to see, and the outline of the fat pussy folds behind the soaked crotch of the pants and the strap, it’s gotten impossible to still pretend this is a rescue mission.
Reaching over, lips dry, Dick unbuckles the strap between the omega’s legs, letting the two ends snap away. Jason flinches and, on instinct, tries to bend his knees toward his body. Dick stops him, pinioning Jason’s knees down with an elbow, relishing the adrenaline it fills him with, the growing excitement that comes from manhandling his wayward little brother.
Dick pulls out a pocketknife and says, knowing Jason cannot hear, “Be still, little wing. I promise it’ll be good.”
Jason gives no sign that he’s heard.
Pinning one ankle to the bed, Dick begins cutting Jason’s pants.
There’s no point fighting the kevlar. But the pants… Jason has always insisted on track pants, the type that’s so easy to cut and remove. The legs flinch when the blade touches the skin, Jason making an alerted, questioning sound, but that doesn’t last. As Dick pares the fabric, tearing off the pieces to reveal long, muscular legs hidden underneath, all there’s left is a slutty, yearning moaning.
As much as Jason tries to fight his nature, an omega in heat always turns into a slut.
Dick goes further up until—there—the pussy itself. He watches the fabric tear away to reveal the swollen folds of the pussy; the slit expanding to display the engorged clit and glossy inner lips with their rhythmic clenches. The scent and sight of Jason’s pussy almost bring Dick down onto his knees.
Dick runs a finger inside the slit, gliding into a well of the omega’s juice. He’s delighted to see Jason squirm, to feel the light thrust of his hips in a desperate attempt to meet Dick’s feathery stimulation, to hear the low, whispery moans, to smell the mounting spice of the omega’s scent.
Dick’s suit feels tight. His mind is filled with only one thing, that one primal instinct of being human—to breed.
The desire is so strong that Dick freezes. The only way for him to move is to force himself between Jason’s legs (which won’t be hard, considering how much the little slut is spreading apart himself, hoping to be mounted) and fuck a pup into him.
If he steps back now, goes back on his decision, asks Bruce for backup, or tries to carry Jason away after sedating him, Jason will be safe. He will recover in a day and disappear again like he always did, the only difference being that the embarrassment of his predicament will make him more elusive. Possibly, he’ll disappear for a while. Get off the grid for half a year, and Dick will not find him, no matter how hard Dick tries.
But if Dick goes along with this, lets his animal instinct take over, he’ll get what he wants, and he’ll claim something that’s always meant for him.
A pup will make Jason docile and affectionate. A forced pregnancy will ensure he never runs away again.
Bruce had said, Take as much time as you need. Just make sure he’s safe.
He will be, Dick thinks, as long as I’m here.
I will put a pup into his womb. And then my little wing will be mine to take and mine to keep.
The best part is that Jason will not be aware. Jason will not know it’s Dick who did this to him… probably will not even remember what had happened once the aphrodisiac-laden heat inducer wears off.
Dick crawls onto the hospital bed, one knee at a time. The wheels are locked, but their combined weight makes the structure squeak. It takes concentration to stay balanced between Jason’s legs, keeping his weight on his knees while hauling the omega’s legs over his hips.
Jason makes a questioning noise and tries to lift his head again. He focuses on the source of the sensations, and it makes Dick think those eyes are focused on him through the blindfold and the hood, despite the reassurance that Jason cannot see.
A pang of guilt. Don’t worry. He won’t see. He won’t hear; won’t even smell me.
Dick spreads Jason’s pussy with his index and middle fingers, spreading the wet pink lips into a torturous girth. Jason makes a questioning, struggling moan, but he’s thrusting his hips upward against Dick’s hand and hips. Dick releases himself, sighing as he holds his heat in his hand, gripping his cockhead. Jason rattles the chains and stretches the straps when Dick spreads his pussy with his cock and invades him, slowly pressing inward.
Jason groans.
Dick sighs, shivering because of how good it is, how tight Jason feels.
The silky, slick walls of the pussy open for him, soft and velvety, the way omegas in heat are prone to be, yet tight enough to make Dick see stars.
“What did they inject you with? I need to look through their files and copy down the recipe. You look and feel amazing… exactly where you belong…”
Though Jason can’t hear him, his pussy squeezes around Dick pleasurably. And the little twists, the chest heaving up and down from pain or pleasure, the way the redness spreads from beneath Jason’s straitjacket to his stomach and legs, all signs of his arousal and shame.
“Where did they inject you?” Dick continues, eyeing Jason’s form, his writhing, squirming upper torso wrapped so tightly in the straitjacket. “Is it… here?”—a finger pressing above the collar, where the neck meets the junction under the jaw—“or here?”—jabbing it against the clit, the folds on the underside of the tender, engorged bud.
Dick sheathes himself fully, his cock squeezing against the plushy give of what must be the entrance to the womb, and Jason convulses, groaning in what could be pain; could be pleasure.
“Don’t worry,”—Dick adjusts his position, hauls Jason’s legs up, bends forward, and begins an even, slow beat—“I’ll take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you…”
Jason groans, shakes his head, shoulders and arms twisting around against his restraints. Dick presses a hand over Jason’s neck, holding him down while he plunges into him, shoving in so harshly and so deeply that Jason’s body twists and arches because of the force. His brother is twitching from the mixed pain and pleasure, grunting like a cow being bred. A fucking obscene sight to behold. Each of Dick’s movements knocks the cow forward, causing his whole body to quake and shiver.
There’s still some awareness in Jason. Dick can feel him fighting under his skin, muscles tensing in an effort to resist and escape. He has to pin Jason down, to force him to endure this, to prolong their coitus until the omega’s animal brain catches up to the logical brain and overtakes it. It won’t be long till Jason’s body truly learns its purpose, what it’s made for, and how this is where he’s always meant to be—to be a moaning bitch-cow underneath a rutting alpha. Not just any alpha, but his brother, his predecessor and elder, someone who knows what’s best for him and who has all the means and experience to take care of him the way the little cow needs.
Jason struggles. He cannot take it anymore, and he’s worming his body away. But he slips and is dragged back, and without concern, Dick forces him to take more, fucking him hard, spearing his cock so deep that Dick can feel the entrance to the omega’s womb give way.
Dick slams Jason’s hips toward him, using the force to shove inside, penetrating his tight pussy that’s only growing tighter as Dick’s knot swells. There’s a pinch of the womb around Dick’s glans, a pinch around his knot at the base of his cock. And the delicious way Jason twists, moans, and makes muffled pleads through his gag—all useless, as he’s nothing but a rag doll to be used and abused now—the thought of having Jason all to himself, his little bitch, little brother and broodmare. His little wing. Every time Dick plunges inward, his whole body shudders with pleasure. He’s so close now. His knot is swelling to the point of locking, keeping the omega’s cunt wide and spread to the point of deforming…
Then, just as he thinks it couldn’t get any better, Dick feels the tightness of the cervix finally give. Jason wails, and Dick is fucking into the womb itself…
The touch is familiar, but Jason can’t place it.
He’d been in limbo for some time—tied up, pinned down, and drugged. He’d lain there while the poison he’d been injected with (with a needle through his nipples, then through his clit, and through either side of his inner lips, everywhere…) slowly filled his veins with liquid fire, scorching him from the inside out. Blood had gathered in his crotch and nipples, making his most sensitive bits swell until utterly sensitive to touch. Even the slightest brush, the smallest breeze against them, made him convulse. His mind was filled with nothing but procreation, of being bred, of a thick, veiny cock forcing his sore, slutty pussy open and raping into him until his womb (empty, so, so empty) was ballooning with cum that would turn into an embryo that would then grow inside him for months until he’s round and fat and demobilized by his breeder’s pup.
It’d been something so horrifying to him before, but under this drugged state, having his womb invaded and tortured had seemed like the only thing he wanted. His one wish in life.
And Jason has been feeling so hot, his pussy leaking and pulsating and begging, making his body spasm and his gagged mouth moan like a bitch.
Then there’s the feeling that someone else was inside the room with him, and he knew that someone was an alpha even though he couldn’t see or hear or even smell their scent. But Jason had an inkling it was someone he knew.
Jason almost sobs when he feels the Other’s hand on him. Then there’s a shameful relief as his crotch strap is opened, cool air soothing his skin while the fabric of his pants is cut away. The feel of fingers up in his cunt, playing with him.
Jason cannot see or hear a thing, but he can feel the shape of the fingers, the way they curl and tease him, eager and drenched and twitching with anticipation. He thrust his hips upward. He writhes inside his bonds, whimpering like a little bitch. Please. Please. Just take me knot me rape me torture me and put a pup inside me—
Then the hand leaves, and the weight of another person is on the hospital bed with him. Knees between his legs force his thighs to part, his now-naked legs hauled up to be wrapped around the firm, muscular form of his savior. Instinctively, Jason’s legs tighten around the Other’s middle, lifting his hips, hoping for some friction. He grows more desperate when he feels the lips of his pussy spread by two fingers, his heart thudding loudly when the spongy head of the Other’s cock presses against his entrance.
Deep inside, where Jason’s mind hasn’t been fuddled, his reason screams for him to listen, to pull away. It says This isn’t what you want. He’s being taken advantage of, and this is nothing if not rape. But that piece of his brain is in the back, and it’s such a small part of him. The larger section of Jason Todd’s brain is on horny steroids, and there’s only one thing his pussy wants, and that’s a knot stuck inside him, cum shooting into his womb to fill him up with seed.
He wants to be full. He’s so empty without it that he could die if he isn’t being filled with a knot and cum soon.
Jason lifts his hips, moaning through his gag and hood as the cock shoves into him, skewering him on its insane girth. Parts of his pussy are being touched—the inner lips, the underside of his clit, making Jason twitch and shudder. His pussy is getting so much attention that it’s weeping nonstop, making the weapon inside him even easier to thrust.
It just feels right—to be filled up like this. Jason grinds his pussy against the Other’s crotch when the Other fucks him in earnest, not giving him any slack as they smack their cock into him again and again with a force that bruises. Jason is being jostled, tossed, manhandled. He feels sore from every plunge, his pussy so happy about the abuse that he’s drowning the rapist’s cock with his juice, and the stretch from the alpha’s forming knot is destroying any remaining thought in his head. Jason writhes in the straitjacket, moaning, his pussy contracting around the alpha’s knot.
Then Jason feels the cockhead smacking against the ring of muscles at the back, and the shock and pain nearly make Jason retch.
But his abuser doesn’t stop. The cock begins to attack that spot relentlessly despite Jason’s reactions and pain.
It hurts so badly that Jason wants to puke, and yet it’s so hot that he nearly comes right then and there. The thought of his womb being raped alone can send him flying. But it’s also the pain mixed with pleasure, the masochistic urge to be filled up to the core and used like a rag doll, that really pushes Jason toward the edge. Synapses are over-firing, and Jason is feeling so much sensation that he fears he might short-circuit. He comes right then and there, while the Other is attacking his womb.
Rape me… humiliate me… force me to carry your pup… yes…
It hurts, but it’s also so hot when the Other’s cock finally spears into Jason’s womb that he comes a second time in an explosive orgasm around the cock that still has him skewered, convulsing nonstop. His pussy spasms around the Other’s terrifying girth, his cervix squeezing the glans just as his pussy lips squeeze the knot.
The knot has gotten bigger, too. Now it’s as big as Jason’s fist, so big that it’s impossible to pull it out without ripping Jason’s cunt in half.
He’s already feeling so bloated.
While Jason’s pussy clenches around the Other’s knot, the Other also releases a huge gout of cum into Jason’s womb, filling it up. Even then, Jason can feel the fist-sized object in his pussy, firmly plugging him up to make the cum take.
He’s going to be pregnant. He’ll bear a pup.
The horrifying thought only arouses Jason more, enough to send him over the precipice again. With a wail, Jason thrashes, his pussy clenching nonstop.
His rapist doesn’t give him a breather. When cum finally fills Jason’s comb, when the knot still hasn’t come off, the Other starts fucking Jason all over again.
And, for someone who’s achieved three orgasms in a row, Jason is horrified at being made to cum again.
After he finishes fucking Jason for the fifth time, Dick plugs up Jason’s soppy, ruined cunt with a bottle of rubbing alcohol to keep all his semen inside. Jason’s womb will catch—Dick will make sure of that—and when Jason is with pups, he’ll become a docile omega wife just as his biology dictates. He will understand fully by then, even before his stomach grows round, how he belongs to Dick, and he will always be Dick’s cow-bitch.
Dick releases Jason from the bed, but keeps the hood and straitjacket in place. He ties Jason’s thighs tightly together as a safety measure, both to keep him from kicking and to keep the pussy plug from falling out.
Jason is completely fucked out and acts like a rag when Dick hauls him over his shoulder.
Dick speaks into his earpiece, “Red Hood acquired. Returning now.”
Yes, he will have Jason.
Yes, Jason will be good and pregnant and a good mother, whether he likes it or not.
Yes, he will be properly marked and claimed later on, and Dick will keep him locked up safely until he delivers.
And when that’s over, Dick will breed Jason again so that his womb will be filled with a pup at any given time, and that he will never have to feel empty again.
It’s time to go—there’s so much work to do!