Cash and Wolf: Omegaverse

Donner took his opportunity to sleep in, snuggled deeply into his alphas long-abandoned silk sheets. He was normally woken up at the crack of dawn to start training with Cash, but the alpha had taken a short sabbatical to help his own new omega adjust. The trainer had purchased an omega from a hybrid facility in Russia, from a highly specialized breeding program with a particular focus, sure to attract attention.

Cash’s new omega had a fully functioning alpha cock, knot and all. It was a relatively new program feature meant to cut out the middle man when breeding hybrids. He planned to partner with a super small facility in Rhode Island that housed the same breed, a non-modified line, meaning their males had average omega genitalia. He didn’t explain any of this to Donner, of course, but the omega overheard Dustin discussing the hybrid with Cash at length.

He had bought a Yakutian Laika hybrid. In dogs, they were bred for sled pulling and hunting. In hybrids, they were very sturdy, with a strong urge to please their alphas. They were meant to be friendly with their pack, and suspicious of strangers. The hybrids looked ethereal, with thick white hair and striking blue eyes. Cash’s omega had one black ear, and a port wine stain on the opposite eye. Cash didn’t show Donner the picture of the Hybrid, shown impaled on a one-bar prison, but Dustin showed him the picture after the trainer went home.

The omega was really cute, he had heavy set lids and pouty lips on an inverted-triangular face. He sported a naturally defiant expression that Donner knew Cash loved in his weird way. The omega just hoped Cash would go easier on the hybrid than he went on him when he was still learning.

— . — . —

Cash had spoken with his omega over email a handful of times since he wired the last of the money to the facility, about six months prior. Cash built a surface level relationship with him - he knew the hybrid liked to be cold over hot, that he enjoyed comedies, that he was nervous about coming to America, nervous about fitting in. Only a handful of European countries shared the same sentiment toward omegas as the United States, Russia being one with the laxest of omega protection laws. Hungary, Poland, and Switzerland also had fairly conservative laws, but with some layer of saftey for the omegas sake.

Cash’s hybrid was from a particular line that had additional stem-cell modifications before the procedure was phased out. The practice was never fully banned in Russia, but they weren’t allowed to go as nuts with it as they did in the 80s. The hybrid’s breed was developed out of a local sled pulling dog breed in Northeastern Siberia - Cash’s omega was born in a facility closer to the Sea of Okhotsk.

The facility had named him Matvey when he was born, but Cash had decided to rename him when he was purchased. It was one of the few protections even the US didn’t give their hybrids - Omegas weren’t eligible to be renamed without their permission, but a hybrid had no inherent claim to any part of their given name.

Cash planned to call him Wolf, but he wanted to meet the omega in person first before he told him, just in case it didn’t fit.

He was set to be coming off the plane any moment now - they had landed close to ten minutes ago, and the airport people were doing whatever they did before they let everyone off. An omega flying nationally within the United States would never be flying alone, Cash almost wanted to fly to Russia to pick the hybrid up himself, but the facility assured his alpha that he was fully capable of finding his way. The hybrid was, reportedly, very excited to meet his new alpha.

Cash had 17 years on the omega, and had to wait for the omega to turn twenty before he was allowed to be sold internationally. It had actually been the hybrid's birthday just a few days prior. It had been in Cash’s employment contract that he had to wait until Donner was fully trained before he was able to take on his own omega, so he didn’t even begin to look until 8 months ago. He made fantastic money under the senator, but still had to take out a loan to cover about half of his hybrid's price.

A black and white pair of limp-pointed ears caught the alphas attention, the hybrid scanned the crowd, as if he actually knew what Cash looked like. He had a purple-red mark over his left eye, that looked as though someone pressed an ink-covered thumb over his eyelid and swiped outward. “Matvey?” The alpha called out, the hybrid's white ear pivoted in his direction before his head did.

Cash smiled nervously; he knew he had an effect over omegas that tended to make them scared of him. He had expectations for the omegas behavior, but he didn’t want to be outright feared by him.

The omega smiled warmly - he had perfect white teeth, with sharp rounded canines. His tail began to wag, making the people around him shoot him dirty looks before he skittered to Cash’s side. “Zdravstvuyte, Al’fa,” he greeted with a little head bow.

“Hello,” Cash smiled a little more confidently. He reached out to the hybrid, trying not to react when the omega flinched back. “How was the flight?”

The omega pondered for a minute, dissecting the alphas words, “Good. Th-enk you.” He replied slowly, carefully trying to enunciate his words. Cash tried again to pet the hybrid, who braced himself for the touch.

“Are you hungry?” Cash asked, placing his hand on the omegas back. The hybrid looked at him curiously, “Food?” Cash grimaced, not sure how else to ask the question. He had learned some surface level Russian, but not enough to feel confident saying anything out loud.

“Boor-ger?” The hybrid asked hesitantly, following his alpha without hesitation when he started to walk away.

“Sure, we can get burgers,” Cash laughed. He wondered how much (or how little) the Facility had told the hybrid about the United States. “We have some Russian food in Vegas too if you want something more familiar,” Cash offered. The hybrid smiled back politely, pulling his eyebrows together in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get burgers.”

The omega only had a carry-on; the backpack on his back, with an extra change of clothes and a few snacks and activities for the plane. Skipping over the luggage claim, Cash walked his omega out the sliding glass doors of the airport.

— . — . —

The hybrid liked his burger, once he took everything off of it at least. Cash opted to take the pair to get some bar food while they were in Vegas. Wolf was really enjoying his flame-charred burger, blood and grease dripped down his chin and throat. Cash swallowed reflexively, and looked away.

“Do… You like - like- You yeda?” The hybrid grimaced, trailing off toward the end of his question. Cash pulled out his phone, handing Wolf the page with Google Translate pulled up. ‘Do you like your food?’

Cash got a specialty burger with bacon jam. He nodded, offering the omega a bite, surprising the alpha when he jumped for it like a shark. Cash would have to address that, but he couldn’t punish him for behavior he hadn’t been warned about. Wolf liked Cash’s toppings a lot more than his own lettuce and pickles; He had to politely argue with the hybrid to keep the bun on his burger, and not just eat the meat patty.

“You like that?” Cash laughed, ignoring the offended glares of the other people in the restaurant. The hybrid nodded enthusiastically, his ears bouncing with the rhythm. “I’ll buy some for home.” Cash considered his words carefully, searching for terms the hybrid may have already learned. He opened the top bun and pointed out the bacon jelly.

“Good,” the hybrid nodded again, with more understanding behind his eyes, “Home.”

“Finish up and we’ll head that way.” Cash pointed at his hybrids plate, the hybrid still had little cups of steamed broccoli and Mac n cheese left. Wolf chewed on the inner skin of his bottom lip for a moment before he forced another bite down, Mac n cheese and broccoli both on his fork. He gagged a little, but went back for another, “Are you full? Done?”

The hybrid shrugged at him, eyes full of distress. Cash typed the question out and slid the phone across the table. Wolf replied ‘I don’t like it. I want more burger.’

‘You can’t just eat meat. Is that all they fed you at the facility?’ The information surprised the alpha. The facility had made it sound like they provided well rounded meals for the omegas. The hybrid hesitated, but nodded. ‘Don’t lie to me, puppy.’

‘I get some. I just never eat it.’ Wolf typed out with shakey hands.

‘Eat your food.’ Cash typed back. The hybrid glared up at him beneath his brow, still facing the screen. Cash didn’t waver, folding his hands on the table patiently.

Wolf looked at the food a moment longer before he took another bite, and another, shivering with every swallow. The broccoli seemed to be harder for the hybrid to handle than the Mac n cheese, but he truly didn’t seem to enjoy either. He surely couldn’t be serious about only ever eating meat though, right?

With several bites left, the hybrid shoved the plate away, shaking his head vigorously with a hand clasped over his mouth. “Eat it, puppy.” Cash ordered calmly, but the hybrid shook his head again, closing his eyes like he could block the alpha put. “Three, two,” Cash began to count backward, but Wolf's eyes snapped open to stare back defiantly. Cash’s expression cracked into a half smile. “What a bad boy.” The hybrid's ears dropped to lay flat against his head, but he didn’t break eye contact.

Cash flagged down their waiter, allowing them to take Wolf’s plate. The hybrid didn’t meet his eyes, but looked down at the table with a self-satisfied smile. Cash had to remind himself he was still a stranger to the omega, but that didn’t mean he was going to let blatant disrespect to the alpha slide.

Cash paid on his way out the door, the omega following close behind without being told. He walked Wolf out to the car without looking back, and pulled open the backseat, “Take off your clothes. Before you get in.” The hybrid looked at him quizzically, Cash searched his mind for the phrases he learned, “Razdet'sya,” he ordered in broken Russian. The omega went wide eyed, staring back at the alpha stiffly.

The hybrid looked around at the speeding cars on the nearby road, the big glass windows of the restaurant bar. He tucked his tail between his legs and shifted in place. “Razdet'sya,” Cash ordered again, more firmly. Based on the omegas reaction, he guessed he was understood.

Wolf blushed, but abided. Pulling his t-shirt over his head and kicking his jeans off, the omega was left standing in the parking lot with only his boxers and sandals on. Cash gripped the hybrid's elastic waistband, making sure Wolf was looking him in the eye when he yanked the hybrid's underwear down. The hybrid gasped, but didn’t move to cover himself, opting to fist his hands at his sides. This was the first time Cash had seen the omega’s dick other than in pictures. Wolf’s cock was several inches smaller than his own. Standing back for a good once over in the daylight, the hybrid’s body was completely hairless, save for a light amount on his arms and a patch of hair on his belly that faded out toward his sex. His fluffy tail was beginning to wag impatiently. Cash made the hybrid step out of the boxers and sandals prior to finding saftey in the backseat, the alpha shut the door behind his omega and got into the driver's seat. “Bad boy,” Cash reminded the hybrid.

Wolf had angry tears in his eyes, with the same defiant look all omegas have at first. He was supposed to be trained, he just didn’t respect Cash as his alpha. At least, not yet. It was hard to scold the omega when he didn’t seem to understand the alphas words, but Cash wasn’t sure if Wolf was going to make it home unscathed if he didn’t wipe that expression off his face pretty damn soon.

The omega shrunk in on himself whenever they were stopped in traffic or at stop lights. The back windows happened to be tinted, but the hybrid didn’t seem to realize that. He had his hands clasped over his dick, another detail the alpha would’ve liked to correct. Maybe he’d get the omega a shock collar.

“Hands?” Cash tried, the omega met his eyes in the rear view mirror, “Do you know hands?” Cash tried again. The hybrid shrugged, turning to watch the passing scenery out his window.

The alpha pulled into his driveway, a two story in a suburb not far from Dustin’s gated community. He’d had to move when he took his job training the senators omega. Cash opened the back door for the hybrid, guiding him out by his upper arm when he didn’t initially move.

Wolf had his hands cupped tightly over his dick and balls where he stood, almost like he was trying to look like he had nothing there. He tugged the omegas arm up sharply, forcing him to let go. “Hands.” Cash said again, the hybrid stared back with dead eyes. “Inside,” he pointed to the house, the omega speed-walked to the door, but re-cupped himself when he made it a few steps away from the alpha, tucking his fluffy white tail tightly between his thighs to effectively cover his ass. Wolf jiggled the doorknob vigorously when he made it to the stoop, just to find the door locked.

Cash took his time gathering the omegas backpack and discarded clothes, folding them over his arms next to the car as the hybrid screamed at him with his eyes to hurry up.

Cash followed after, positioning the nervously-shuffling omega behind him and not allowing him to enter the house until Cash took his own shoes off and hung the omegas backpack up on a hook near the door. The hybrid bolted inside once he was allowed, taking quick, shaking breaths.

“Mogu li ya poluchit' svoyu odezhdu obratno?” The hybrid squeaked, his hands still clamped shyly over his sex.

Cash shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re saying.” The hybrid pointed to the folded clothes in the alphas hand, Cash smirked, grabbing the rest of the omegas clothes out of his bag before walking deeper into the house, confident the omega was following him without having to check.

He went to his bedroom and opened his sliding closet doors, placing the folded clothes on the upper shelf. The omega gawked in the doorway out of the corner of his eye, as Cash placed the articles far out of his reach, grabbing a box sitting next to the clothes and placing it on the bed.

Wolf hovered in the doorway warily, feigning a misunderstanding when Cash called him over. Cash pulled his phone out of his pocket, he turned up the volume on his phone and let the voice speak, “Lezhat' na krovati.”

The hybrid shivered, but shuffled over to the alpha. Cash grabbed Wolf’s wrists off his crotch and held them in front of his face, “No hands.” The alpha said firmly, gripping the limbs tightly. The hybrid nodded quickly, letting his hands fall to his sides when the alpha let go.

“Lay on the bed,” Cash said again, in English. The hybrid hesitantly climbed up, sinking into the mattress as he crawled to the middle of the bed. “Na spine.” Cash attempted to speak aloud one of the more simpler commands he could google. Wolf blushed deeply, but layed on his back with his knees apart.

Cash gripped Wolf’s balls in his hand, watching as they drew up tensely. The hybrid wasn’t very responsive yet, but that was going to change soon. He’d instructed the facility to allow his hybrid to masturbate at his own discretion, and had received feedback that his omega had taken full advantage of the newfound freedom. Cash hoped he would, it was going to be the last time the omega would ever touch his own cock.

Opening the photo box, Cash pulled out a pink plastic cock cage. Wolf snapped his legs together, but unwillingly let them fall back open with a wordless glare from his alpha. Cash gripped the hybrid's dick in his hand, maneuvering an elastic band around his knot like he’d seen in the instructional video before slipping the base of the cage over his sack, and sliding the plastic tube over his soft dick. With a unique looking key, he locked the cage near the base, while Wolf could only watch on helplessly.

“Mine.” Cash said firmly, gripping the omegas balls and caged dick in his hand.

“Tvoy,” the hybrid squeaked, covering his face with his forearms. Cash shook his head, he’d give the omega the benefit of the doubt and assume he was agreeing.

He knelt between Wolfs legs, nudging his balls out of the way with his thumb. The omegas pussy was nestled where an alpha or betas taint would be, the seam that would normally follow along the expanse of skin was just, open.

Cash reached out with his other hand, spreading the omegas cheeks apart. Wolf snapped his thighs together again, this time Cash tilted his legs to the side and smacked his ass. “No.” Wolf opened his legs again, but swept his tail up between his legs, “No.” Cash said again, cracking an amused smile as he pulled the omegas tail away.

He continued inspecting the hybrid, keeping him spread open with the fingers of one hand while the other felt around the walls of his cunt. A bulge started to appear above the omegas caged cock as he strained to get hard, his prick twitching with every sweep. To his credit, Wolf held his hands flat to the bed, and remained mostly silent.

Cash chucked his phone onto the bed from his pocket and typed out another command, “Perevernut’,” he opted to let the robot pronounce. Wolf rolled over, kneeling with his ass up. Cash grabbed the hybrid's hands and pulled them back to hold his own ass cheeks apart for the alpha. He picked up his phone, backing up and snapping a picture of the scene before him.

Wolf jumped up with the camera's flash, but the alpha grabbed him and put him back in position. “Hold still.” Cash commanded, aggressively scenting the omega between his thighs and putting Wolf’s hands back on either side of his ass. He licked a broad stripe up the omegas pussy when the hybrid pulled himself open, and his tail went from nervously sweeping to waging excitedly above his head.

“Pozhaluysta,” the hybrid whimpered, his hands loosing their grip, “Pozhaluysta, Al’fa?”

“Hold yourself open,” Cash instructed, repositioning the hybrids hands accordingly.

“Al’fa,” he sobbed needily, pressing his face into the mattress. His spit-wet cunt flexed in the open air.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Wolfie?” Cash asked teasingly, pulling his own dick out for emphasis. The hybrid watched over his shoulder, pushing his ass up higher when his alphas cock sprung free. He knelt over the omega, pushing into him and beginning at a punishing pace. Wolf let his hands fall to the mattress, crossing his arms in front of his face. Cash pulled the hybrid's cheeks apart himself, pumping into him mercilessly as he melted into the bed.

Cash pulled out abruptly, manhandling Wolf to kneel over him while the alpha leaned against the headboard, and pulled the hybrid back down onto his cock. He ripped the omegas head to the side by his hair, biting down on his claiming bite with borderline animalistic growls. Wolf yelled out painfully, pushing at the alphas chest, but unable to go anywhere as Cash’s knot locked into the omegas cunt.

“Good boy,” Cash whispered to Wolf, petting down his trembling back as he hyperventilated wet heat into the alphas chest. “Good boy,” He pulled back slightly to check the state of the omega, grinning when he saw the rock hard bulge above the hybrids cock. “You’re still hard, Puppy?”

“Pozhaluysta, Al’fa?” Wolf asked through tear soaked lashes, putting the alphas hands on his caged dick. He still had a deep flush of arousal over the bridge of his nose and cheeks despite the claiming bite.

“No. No more.” Cash shook his head, still grinning a little too happily. The hybrid let out a sob, letting his head fall to the alphas shoulder. Cash tickled the bulge over the omegas dick, watching him jump and shake in response, feeling his cunt milk the alphas knot for all he had as the omega cried for himself.

— . —

“C’mon, Wolf. Bath.” Cash commanded, heaving himself up out of bed. The hybrid was almost asleep, sprawled out on his stomach.

Wolf pressed his ears flat to his head and growled, glaring at the alpha. Cash smacked his naked butt, making him pop up off the bed. “Oy! Poshel na khuy!” The omega snapped, whipping around to lay on his back, staring hard at the alpha as he guarded the target.

“I don’t know what that means, but I’m pretty sure it’s not nice.” Cash scolded noncommittally, knowing he could overpower the omega easily if need be. He was as harmless as a Pomeranian. “Bath.” The hybrid didn’t move. When Cash typed out the command on google, he scowled and shook his head dramatically.

‘I’ll bend you over my knee so fast,’ Cash typed out with a smug smirk, ‘Disrespect isn’t tolerated here.’ Wolf scowled and reached for the phone, baring his teeth when the alpha pulled it up out of reach. “No. No arguing. Bath.”

More tears sprung up in the hybrid's eyes, and Cash heaved a sigh. ‘I know, you’ve had a long day. You’ll feel better after a bath. We can go to sleep after.’ Cash was the absolute last alpha to haggle with an omega over something as simple as a bath, but something about this omega being his pulled at his heart strings a little bit.

“Day mne prinyat' dush odnomu.” The omega stated with a defiant tone, crossing his arms.

“Honey, I can’t understand you. Come on.” He reached for the omegas collar, but Wolf dodged him. Cash took a deep breath to compose himself, absolutely any other omega would have been over his lap long before now. “Bath. Now. I’m not gonna say it again.”

The hybrid visibly hesitated, but bared his teeth at the alpha. He barked when Cash jumped on him, pulling his legs up and flipping him over to his stomach, pinning him down with a knee in the center of his back. “Al’fa?”

“Yeah. Alpha.” Cash growled, slapping his hand down hard on the omegas pale ass. He made a choked off sound deep in his throat, gripping the sheets and trying to wiggle the sting out. Cash continued to spank him until his hand was numb, the hybrid cried out and tried to shield himself, but the alpha pulled his hand out of the way and continued on. He only got about ten smacks down before his hand hurt too much to continue, but based on the way the omega wailed beneath him, it was enough to make an impression. “Bath. Now.” Cash shook his wrist, trying to regain feeling in his palm.

“Be-th,” he sobbed into the sheets, attempting to repeat the sound of the alphas' words. He was good at enunciating the Th sound, but seemed to struggle with the unfamiliar vowels.

“Good boy. Let’s go.” His butt had several splotches of deep pink, one or two bruises forming around the shape of the alphas fingers and the curve of his palm. The hybrid crawled off the bed, following Cash to the bathroom down the hall, his pink-caged-cock bounced with every step.

Cash ran the hot water, dropping a handful of bath salts and rose petals in the water. He added a small amount of bubble bath, smirking when the omega rolled his eyes in his peripheral. He didn’t expect the omega to play with the bubbles, but he figured it might like it. Guess not.

“Ya mogu prinyat' dush.” Wolf pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. His legs were pressed together, hiding himself without using his hands.

Cash didn’t address the comment, temp checking the water with his hand before he led the hybrid into the bath. “I’m gonna teach you English. I’m still learning Russian, but you’ll need to meet me half way.” Cash said, as though the omega could understand him.

Wolf sat down unhappily, wincing when his butt made contact with the porcelain tub. Cash chuckled at the reaction, pouring a cup of water over the hybrids head. Wolf gasped, wiping his saturated hair back off his face.

“Yebanyy chlen blyat',” The hybrid seethed, trying to reach for the cup.

“Okay, I know that one means fuck, that’s not allowed.” Cash scolded, pulling the cup up out of reach. “No swearing.”

“Otsosi moy chlen.” Wolf deadpanned, staring straight ahead. Cash really needed to learn Russian. He dumped another cup over the hybrids head, manually tilting his head back so the water didn’t run down his face.

Cash bought some special hybrid shampoo for the omegas hair, somewhere between the texture of thick human hair and dog fur. He poured some soap out onto his hand and scrubbed into the omegas scalp with his finger tips.

Wolf melted under the scratching, leaning into the alphas callused fingertips. Cash wanted to make conversation with the omega, but there wasn’t a full sentence the two could share between them. He knew the hybrid was mad, Cash could guess it was because he was stripped, caged, and spanked within a few hours of entering the new land, but he needed to learn his place in the system quickly.

Knotting omegas still had less testosterone than alphas, but more than the average omega. They had a tendency to feign dominance and try to take over, start rutting against things, sticking their dicks in other omegas - Cash wasn’t going to give him the chance to start. Wolf would be allowed to breed other hybrids at Cash’s discretion, under observation. When his tool wasn’t being used though, it was going to be kept locked away.

He had been getting reports of his hybrid masturbating up to five times a day. They were normally left uncaged at the facility, but inhibited from jerking off through constant monitoring. Cash wanted to let him get into a pattern before he took the privilege away, hoping to make the omega just a little more desperate after he got his hands on him. Cash found it more satisfying to lock the omegas dick up, making sure there was no secret way the hybrid could be using what belonged to the alpha. Always reminding the omega that it wasn’t his to play with. Plus, it looked pretty cute.

It would take some getting used to on Wolf’s part. He secretly hoped the omega would pry the cage off himself, not knowing there was no way he could put it back on. He could painfully wrestle it off, but Cash would have to unlock it to put it back on.

The way he kept glaring at his alpha, and the cage between his legs, Cash guessed he wouldn’t need to wait long.

— . — . — . — . —

Wolf couldn’t sleep soundly that night, waking up hourly at minimum. The hybrid was working with an 18 hour time difference between his old facility and Nevada, so it was literally night and day for the poor thing. Cash had Wolf sleep in bed with him, allowing the omega to sleep as far away from the alpha as he could while remaining on the bed. Whenever he got up, Cash wordlessly retrieved him, until he understood to stay put after a few cycles.

Meaning Wolf’s bladder was about ready to burst the next morning.

His tail swiped vigorously across the bed in irritation, the building static eventually waking Cash. Wolf was lying on his side on the very edge of the bed, facing away from the alpha. “Wolf?” The hybrid froze, his tail ceasing motion. “Are you okay?” His morning voice came out gruffer.

The hybrid looked over his shoulder to the trainer, his ears pinned back against his head, “Vannaya?”

Cash winced, “I’m sorry, uh,” he rubbed a callused hand over his face, scratching at the stubble on his throat. The hybrid looked at him with big desperate eyes, clamping his thighs togeth- “Oh! Go ahead!” The hybrid flinched at the loud change of tone, continuing to stare expectantly otherwise.

Cash sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The second the alpha’s feet touched the ground, the omega was darting out of bed and down the hall. Cash followed leisurely, opening the cracked door to find the omega sitting on the toilet while he pissed, sporting a deep blush and a glaring at the alpha. “Podozhdite, pozhaluysta, svolotsch,” he stated quietly.

“You need to fix your face.” Cash scolded, walking into the bathroom “You’ll learn to pee with it on, don’t worry.” He crouched next to the omega, who averted eye contact the second he noticed the alpha approaching, trying to ignore Cash’s very presence. “Look at me.”

The hybrid was done peeing by now, but he was scared to move with the alpha so close.

“Wolf. Look at me.” Cash knew the hybrid didn’t know his name yet, likely didn’t even realize he had been renamed, but he figured in time the omega would learn the word meant he was being addressed. The hybrids eyes darted over briefly.

Cash grabbed the omegas jaw, turning his head manually to look at the alpha. The hybrid wasn’t brave enough to break eye contact, despite how uncomfortably intimate it felt, especially sitting naked on the toilet. The alpha reached between Wolf’s legs, tilting the cage and emptying what little urine wasn’t able to escape on its own. The hybrids hands visibly twitched as he tried to restrain himself from pushing Cash away. “Good boy. This isn’t yours anymore.” He looked back to the hybrid, locking eyes with him as he fondled the omegas dick in his hand.

Eventually, Cash pulled himself away from the shivering body. He stood and washed his hands, openly staring at the omega from the doorway until he repeated the same motions and followed the alpha out of the bathroom.

“Ty takoy merzkiy. Po elektronnoy pochte ty byl gorazdo lyubezneye.” Wolf called after the alpha with an annoyed tone.

Cash cracked a smile. He knew the omega was likely cussing him out, but it was kind of cute how he took advantage of his situation. His assumption was confirmed when Cash offered his phone to the omega, only for Wolf to jump away from the device like it was on fire.

The alpha typed out on his phone, letting the voice speak, “Don’t be naughty. I may not know what you’re saying, but I know a bratty omega tone when I hear it.” Watching the omegas expression contort to one of deep offense was too cute. Cash laughed a little at the omegas reaction, making him turn and angrily storm down the hall. “Wolf, come.” The hybrid halted in his steps, but didn’t approach. “Now, Wolf. Come.” His tail wagged anxiously, but he made no move otherwise.

Cash began to approach the omega, but he must’ve realized he had nowhere to go. Wolf turned and met the alpha half way, his eyes red rimmed and glossy. “Don’t walk away from me, Omega.” Cash said tightly, holding the omegas collar to keep his eye contact. The omega stared back blankly.

“Ya ne soplyak.” The hybrid pouted, glaring daggers into Cash’s soul through teary eyes.

Cash pet the omegas wild platinum blonde hair back, remaining unphased when the hybrid tried to dodge him. “Okay, im gonna tell you what,” Cash scratched behind Wolfs ear, smiling when his knees almost gave out under him, “I’m gonna download Duolingo, and you’re gonna learn English.” The alpha didn’t know why he bothered explaining things to his hybrid, he never bothered to explain himself when the omegas could understand him.

The hybrid seemed to recognize the name of the app at least, nodding along as he dried his eyes with the back of his hand. “Yes, Al’fa.”

Cash smiled warmly, kissing the top of his omegas head, between his ears.

— . — . —

Matvey wished he never agreed to go to the United States. He felt tricked. When the alpha had intitially contacted his facility, the omegas were asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to be purchased abroad. Matvey, along with ten or so others, had all offered themselves up.

This was not the life he had envisioned when he was told the rich American alpha had chosen him. Why did he buy an omega with a penis, just to put a case over it? He may as well castrate Matvey - not that he’d suggest such a thing.

It probably wouldn’t matter if he did. His alpha didn’t know Russian, didn’t even seem to care to learn. He just wanted Matvey to speak English, while only knowing enough himself to tell the omega to lay on his back or get into bed. Like he was some whore; Why was he even bottoming?

He never told the hybrid he was being renamed, yet he kept referring to him as - as something? He couldn’t even ask the alpha what his name was supposed to be.

And god, that stupid fucking cage, his balls throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He had been jerking off constantly back home; he assumed now, that the alpha had opened the door to his masturbation addiction in order to specifically torture him when he got to the United States. It had been two whole days since he had touched his own cock.

He was behaving to the best of his ability regardless - the first punishment he had received from his alpha was so severe for such a small infraction, he was scared to earn another. He’d never been spanked that hard in his life, he couldn’t believe the alpha had only been using his hand.

He was lounging on the alphas couch on his side, wearing one of the alphas t shirts and nothing else. The bottoms of his ass cheeks and his caged balls were left exposed under the hem of the shirt. The alpha didn’t seem to like it when he tried to cover himself with his hands, and the corrections had only gotten more severe over the days.

He was still severely jet lagged, it was probably the middle of the night back home right now. The alpha had tried to keep him awake, but he was in the shower at the moment. Matvey was taking his opportunity to Power Nap, facing the back of the couch to block out the light. His legs were cold, but he didn’t know where any blankets were, so he just had to try to curl up to brace the breeze of the air conditioner.

He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep when he was startled awake by a sharp slap to his bare ass cheek, he jolted upright. The alpha grabbed his collar and pulled him roughly off the couch, “What the hell!”

He stared up at the alpha with alarm. What was the problem? Was he mad at him for falling asleep? Matvey sat up slowly, searching for any sign that that was the wrong thing to do. The alpha grabbed his collar and yanked him up to sit on his knees, pressing his face firmly into a small wet spot on the couch. “Bad boy, bad!”

He tried to yank out of the alphas grip, smelling his own semen on his face, but only succeeded in choking himself on the collar. The alpha spanked him hard, swinging his arm down three times in succession before he let the hybrid go.

Matvey threw himself back, standing on the opposite side of the living room and aggressively rubbing the cum off his lips and cheek with the back of his arm. The bulge above his cock was back when he looked down, and he was leaking clear fluid from the piss-slit in the cage. Was he humping the couch in his sleep?

“No! Bad omega!” The alpha continued to scold him, as if it was the hybrids fault his fucking dick was locked away. He felt embarrassed tears brimming his eyes again, and he hated himself for it - he had a reputation back home as a bit of a cry baby, but he really hoped that wouldn’t continue here.

He couldn’t run though, he got in trouble for that last time too. So he let himself submissively sink to his knees on the floor as the alpha stood over him, yelling at him in a language he didn’t understand.

He never got in trouble back home. The employees all loved him, he was a good helper and was always asked to assist with little tasks and chores. He liked feeling useful, even if it gave him a reputation as a bit of a teacher's pet.

He was a good boy, and he was sensitive. He wasn’t the most cuddly omega in the world, but he appreciated being told he was doing a good job. It felt like he couldn’t do anything right here. The only times the alpha ever pet him, it felt demeaning and rude.

— . — . —

“Oh my,” Dustin said thoughtfully, raking his eyes over the exposed form in front of him. “He really is something.” The alpha agreed, nodding as he looked to his own omega for confirmation.

Donner watched on from the floor, back against the couch, dressed in a set of skimpy luxury-brand pajamas. Wolf, however, was standing naked in the Senators parlor, with his hands behind his head and his legs spread, while Dustin looked him over.

After the other alpha was done circling Cash’s property, tickling down the omegas belly and around his flank, cupping his ass cheek and making the omega shiver, Dustin crouched down in front of him to examine the special feature. “You said he has a knot?”

“Yeah, it’s hidden by the cage, it’s under that band on the inside.” Cash gripped the omegas dick, pointing out the strip of thick elastic that kept pressure around the omega’s knot. Wolf winced as his member was tugged about, but didn’t try to impede anything.

“Can you take it off?” Dustin asked. The hybrid’s ears quirked, likely recognizing a word from his app. “I just want to see it,”

“No need to explain yourself,” Cash smiled, his chest full of pride as he unlocked the hybrids cock cage. It had been about five days since he came home, and just as many days getting edged and fucked with the cage on. The omegas cock immediently began to swell, Donner’s interest piqued from the peanut gallery. “Wolf, na spine.” Cash commanded.

The hybrid looked at him with wide eyes, pinning his ears flat to his scalp as he vigorously shook his head. Dustin laughed - Cash would’ve punched anyone else for responding like that to his omegas disobedience, but the alpha knew his boss was simply aware of what was coming.

Cash went up behind the omega, pinching his freshly broken claiming gland. The practice was very frowned upon, but Wolf was his, who was going to stop him? The hybrid yelped in pain and surprise as his muscles went limp and he lost balance, falling into his alphas arms so he could be lowered to the ground.

Cash pulled Wolf into his lap and grabbed under his omegas knees, lifting them to touch his shoulders. To do so, he had to let go of the claiming gland, leaving no choice but to replace the hold with his teeth so he wouldn’t fight the senators inspection. It was just for fun, but the alpha knew the public would be very curious about seeing an omega with a knot. Everyone would wanna touch him soon.

Dustin gripped the omegas now half-hard cock, thumbing at the base with intention until the knot began to engorge. It was easy to forget the omega had a pussy too, until his exposed hole started dripping down his taint and onto the floor. “Wow, he’s drenched,” the senator laughed, plunging two fingers into the omegas cunt. Wolf tried to close his legs against the intrusion, but Cash effortlessly held them up and apart. He let go of the bite and slid Wolf down farther, further exposing his holes.

“I don’t doubt it. He hasn’t cum since he got home,” Cash bantered, “I don’t plan to let him any time soon. You should see how he begs when I fuck him.” The alpha barely noticed how his omega was nuzzling his pant leg, trying to scent him at an unachievable angle.

“That’s so hot. You’re so lucky you can’t be caged,” The senator jokingly called over his shoulder to his own omega, who was intently watching the digits plunge in and out of the other omega.

“You could get him a chastity belt,” Cash offered, “or piercings, but I don’t think he could handle something like that.” the alpha laughed at Donner’s expense.

“It’s okay. He’s a good boy,” Dustin dismissed, re wrapping his hand around Wolf's erect cock while his fingers kept pumping in the omegas pussy. “he doesn’t need a cage. Donner, come here.”

The senators omega quickly crawled to his side, eyes locked on the hybrid’s cock. Cash knew it was significantly smaller than Dustin’s, Wolf’s only being around 4 inches erect, but it still seemed to get the omega’s attention.

Cash looked back to his own omega, finding him watching Dustin’s hands work his member. “Good?” Cash asked quietly, smirking when his omegas eyes darted up breifly to meet his own.

“Good.” The omega replied in a breathy whisper, canting his hips.

Wolf’s noises and twitches grew increasingly, everyone watched the hybrid react to the stimulation with amusement, “Don’t let him cum. I’ll put the cage back on when you’re done.” Cash instructed, looking down at his omega sweetly, taking his own advantage of the communication barrier.

“You’re so mean,” Dustin laughed, but obliged, peeling his hand off the omegas cock, even while the hybrid tried to follow him with his pelvis.

Cash lowered the omegas legs, “Donner, go grab an ice pack. The omega rose obediently, walking off toward the kitchen. “Is he still being good for you? I can always come back,” Cash turned to the other alpha.

Dustin laughed warmly, “I appreciate that, but take some time to bond with your omega. You know he’s always welcome here, but he still seems pretty uncomfortable.” He looked down at the hybrid. Despite him no longer being spread out before them, he still lied very stiffly on the alphas lap, avoiding eye contact with both of them.

“Perestan' na menya smotret'.” The hybrid spoke to Dustin, trying to look intimidating, with his hair standing on end and his ears erect, but failing miserably in the way his voice shook.

“Quiet.” Cash huffed, sharing a look with the other alpha over Wolf’s head. Donner re-entered the room with a ziplock bag full of ice, Cash hoisted his hybrids legs back up before he could notice the other omega. “Put it on his dick,” Cash instructed, holding Wolf tightly as he began to thrash, large eyes locked on the bag of ice.

“Pozhaluysta, ne nado…” Wolf whimpered, trying to kick Donner or close his legs or knee the alpha, anything to get him to let go. Donner hovered the ice pack over the other omegas hard member, close enough to draw the heat from Wolf's skin. “Pozhaluysta. Pl-pleece don’t,” Wolf begged, seizing his thrashing so as not to accidentally touch the ice.

“You’re okay,” Cash dismissed the hybrid. “Go ahead, Omega.”

Donner closed his eyes, trying to ignore the panicked shouting as the ice made contact with Wolf’s hot skin. Cash let him clamp his thighs together and took the ice pack from Donner, continuing to hold it to his omegas crotch.

“Snimi eto! Idi na khuy, snimi eto!” Wolf breathed rapidly through pursed lips, clenching his teeth and whining as he tried to shake the alpha off.

“Say it in English. I know you know the words, I’ve seen you practicing.” Cash moved the ice to lay on the omegas exposed stomach when the skin of his crotch went numb, making him shriek as he tried to rip away and curl up. “Be a good boy for Alpha,”

“Ya ne mogu dumat'! Pozhaluysta, snimite eto!” He sobbed dryly, laying his head back on the alphas chest, forgetting his audience was only a meter away, “Pl-ees! Off!” The hybrid eventually shouted out through chattering teeth.

Cash instantly removed the ice, “Good boy! Very good boy.” He pulled the cage back out of his pocket, tossing it to Donner before he readjusted his grip on his hybrids legs. “Put it on him.” The alpha ordered.

The omega shyly moved to kneel between the hybrids spread thighs, unabashedly eyeing his holes, curiously trying to get a look at the opening beneath his balls.

“Donner. Mind your manners.” Dustin scolded, likely just trying to make his own omega blush. Accomplishedly red faced, the omega fiddled with the hybrids cock and balls, trying to figure out the contraption while Cash watched with a smirk. His hybrid was starting to get hard again, even at attention so aggressive, he might need ice again if Donner took too much longer - but Dustin swooped in and showed him how to slip the device on.

“His cage is too big. It should be more snug on him, you don’t want there to be room to grow.” Cash kept Wolf’s legs up, letting Dustin eye the area his omega was so interested in, “Have you fucked him yet?”

“Yeah, when I claimed him, and like nine times since,” Cash laughed, “He feels like a normal omega.” He’d probably offer the senator to try him out at some point, just not yet.

— . — . —

Seven days after Matvey came home, the alpha needed to leave him alone for the first time. He was just running to the store, but the hybrid was finally set to be by himself for at least thirty minutes. His poor cock was constantly leaking, his balls were fucking purple, he needed to cum or he was going to explode.

He jiggled the device, pulling it away from him to see where the points of tension were. He bit his lip, gingerly working one teste out of the hoop at a time until he was able to slide the sheath off his shaft. His cock immediately began to swell, his thighs were already soaked with anticipation.

He hesitated, his hand hovering for a moment before he grabbed his throbbing dick. It pulsed eagerly in his hand, he jutted his hips into his dry grip. He reached between his thighs, gathering some of his own slick on his fingers before continuing to pump his cock. “Fuck…” He whimpered, his back arching into a C as he neared his peak.

He came right as he heard the front door open down the hall, his cum shooting across the back of the couch. It seemed to come endlessly, especially compared to the dry-loads he’d work out of himself daily just a week prior.

He grabbed the cage and quickly tried to slip it back over his softening length, his heart dropped to his stomach when he realized he couldn’t fit his testes back through the same way he took them out. He shoved and pinched until the skin on his sack was red and irritated.

“Omega.” His alpha eventually called out, standing in the doorway connecting to the kitchen. “Did you com un mi cauch agin?”

He stared blankly at the alpha with the cage still in his shaking hand, his heart pounded in his chest. “… I’m sorry…” he whimpered in Russian, hoping desperately that the alpha understood.

The alpha continued speaking as he approached his hybrid from across the room, keeping eye contact the whole time. Matvey couldn’t understand most of what he said, could pick out the words “… Spank you… Bad… Bad boy… Bad…” the hybrid ducked his head to look at the floor, his face reddening. The alpha grabbed his cheeks with both hands, “Bad Wolf. Bad boy.” Tears sprung up in his eyes, he reflexively pushed the alphas hands off of him.

The alpha grabbed his collar and pushed him face down on the couch, holding him down by the back of his neck. Matvey was begrudgingly willing to sit through another spanking until he heard the alphas belt unbuckle and slip through its hoops.

He kicked out like a mule, trying to push himself up off the couch with his arms before the alpha could get contact - but he failed miserably, resulting in the first strike nicking his balls as it landed across his sit spot.

He screamed, his body going taunt as the merciless beating on his ass continued. “Fuck you! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” The hybrid cried, but Cash didn’t bother to respond to the omega begging in Russian.

He continued to assault the omegas thighs and exposed sit spots under the baggy t shirt, “English, Omega.” The alpha grunted, pausing to let Matvey catch his breath. He wailed wordlessly into the couch, both hands cupping his throbbing sack. The alpha threw another sentence on at the end of his statement, something that the hybrid didn’t have a prayer of deciphering.

He frantically searched his mind for any English word he knew that he could apply to the situation, his tail remaining curved into an arch over his back in the trained punishment-position. The alpha gave him only a moment to think before he raised his arm up behind him and struck the hybrid across his thighs with the belt, “Pl-eese! Staup!” He sobbed, trying to form the shape of the vowels he already struggled with through trembling lips.

Thank god, the alpha stood up, but kept Matvey pinned to the couch. He pulled the omegas hands off his balls, gently but firmly grabbing his sack in his hand and pulling it back between his legs. The hybrid had to sit there, his arms on the back of the sofa, his legs spread while his alpha inspected his throbbing balls. He pressed down on the area of the strike with his thumb, Matvey made a noise high in his throat.

The alpha pushed his hybrids hip, “Stand up,” a phrase he’d come to learn from the alpha. He stood on shaking legs; his balls felt like they were twice the size they normally were, but didn’t look visibly different from his angle. There must be a bruise on the back of his sack, considering the alpha was able to distinguish where it hurt.

He sat on the couch, pulling the omega down to lay across his lap. He tried to stand, but the alpha put him in a tight head lock, saying something firmly in his pinned-back ear before he continued to spank the omega with his hand. He tried to cover the target with his own hands and tail, but the alpha grabbed his omegas already painful balls tightly in his fist, and didn’t let go until he moved them. He had to tuck his hands between his clothed chest and the alphas knee to keep himself from protecting himself.

He kicked against the carpet with the balls of his feet, not accomplishing anything but giving himself rug burn. “Al’fa!” He yelped, “Please!”

“Good boy, good beg,” the alpha commended, even while continuing to punish the omegas ass. Matvey twisted his hips this way and that, trying in vain to evade the endless impacts, but the alpha always found his target. His tail whipped wildly as he tried to regulate.

When he was literally just moments from biting the alpha to escape, his ass feeling absolutely raw, the alpha finally let him fall to his knees. He sat on his calves, but was forced to jump up, more tears falling as the skin made contact. He tried to rub his abused butt, but the alpha grabbed his wrists and held them out in front of him, “No. no hands.”

Goat brained mother fucker. Fucking piece of shit asshole. He held his tongue, his breath still hiccuping, hoping to avoid another trip over the alphas lap. He knew the alpha couldn’t understand him, but he had gotten another brief spanking earlier in the week because the alpha was ‘tired of his tone’.

The alpha picked the cage up off the floor, discarded during the series of events. He unlocked it with the weird key on his ring and slipped it back onto the hybrid, carefully handling his bruised sack

— . —

Okay, that went pretty badly. He didn’t realize he hit Wolfs sack until he was already done using the belt - it didn’t look like he hit his actual testicle, but Cash sympathized all the same.

Still, he couldn’t stop mid-spanking just because of an error. Especially an error that the omega caused with his own flailing; looking back, there was only one moment that received the reaction the alpha would expect from a belt to the balls. He could guess pretty well when it happened.

Now though, he was getting to do the part he had never really been able to. Cash held the sniffling omega on his lap, rocking him as he tried to slow his breathing. He carded his fingers through the hybrids hair, fiddling with his soft ears intermittently, “Good boy.”

The hybrid twitched his ear repeatedly, when it didn’t make the alpha cease, he reached up to noncommittally push Cash’s hands away. A callused hand on his red-raw ass was enough to make his hands shoot back to his lap.

“The cage stays on,” he reminded the omega, wiping the tears from the hybrids eyes. The alpha grabbed the cage and looked his omega in the eye, “Cage. On.”

Wolf nodded, sniffling. He stared down at his dick solemnly.

“Wolf,” Cash felt a little giddy when the omega responded to his name, peeking over at the trainer, “What do you like to do for fun?”

The hybrid’s eyes shifted back to his lap.

“Wolf,” he blinked a glare at the alpha, “Your spanking is over. Good boy?” The hybrid's eyes quickly re-filled with tears, his eyes darted back to his lap.

Cash sighed, pulling out his phone and typing out the first sentence, “What do you like to do for fun?”

He took the phone with shaking hands, “I don’t know. Movies. Chores.”

“You like doing chores for fun?” Cash smirked.

The hybrid shrugged, “Sometimes. Some chores.” Cash’s mind wandered to the hybrid in a maid skirt.

“Like what? I can show you how to clean my house.” Cash typed out a reply, mouth watering just a little.

“I don’t know, yes, cleaning. I just like to be helpful.” The omega seemed to be getting annoyed, exhibited in the way he shoved the phone back in the alphas hand.

“What movies do you like?” Cash tried typing out next.

The hybrid sighed, “I haven’t seen a lot. I like the plane one.” His tail started wagging in irritation.

“What’s wrong?” The alpha asked, scooping an arm around the omegas waist to pull him closer, but he whined when he was slid across Cash’s denim-clad thighs.

Wolf winced, “Bolit,” he held Cash’s shoulder, hovering above his lap a moment before he sat back down gingerly.

“Your butt sore?” He reached a hand under the omega when he lifted himself, holding the hybrids battered ass cheek when he landed, “Don’t be a bad dog.”

The omega screwed up his face in irritation, but opted to hide his face in the alphas neck. “Aem not bad,” he glowered, Cash barely restrained from fawning over the hybrid.

“No, you’re my good boy.” The alpha opted to respond, his chest tight with emotion. He didn’t have a plan for the hybrids attire, but he really fucking loved seeing his omega in his shirt and nothing else, his caged cock and spanked thighs on permanent display. Cash squeezed the cheek in his hand; Wolf yelped and tried to stand, but the alpha held him tight.

“What plane movie?” The alpha continued to pry, scenting his omega when he smelled Wolf’s anger building again. He handed the phone back.

‘I don’t know. It was a war film about pilots.’ Wolf replied.

“You like war movies,” Cash asked teasingly in English, Wolf pondered the words.

“Movie? Move- movie?” He repeated out loud.

“Movie, film,” the alpha clarified, rubbing his omegas exposed hip. The latter term sounded closer to the Russian variant. Wolf shook his head, like the idea was preposterous. “They’re moving pictures.” The hybrid nodded along, but ultimately waved the alpha off.

“Vy vse yeshche nazyvayete radiostantsii ‘talkies,’?” Wolf teased, sniffling. He was still brooding, but was playing back now at least. Cash laughed outright, guessing what the hybrid was referring to based on the words he recognized. Wolf smiled to himself.

The hybrid typed out on the screen, “What kind of films do you like?”

“Action. Thrillers.” Cash described in English, Wolf showed some recognition at the second category. “Do you know Marvel or DC?”

Wolf pondered, “Khalk?”

Cash nodded, “Yeah, like Hulk! Thor, um… Oh, Do you know the Winter Soldier? Bucky Barnes?”

Wolf nodded enthusiastically, “Da! Na ob"yekte yest' Khalk. Zimniy soldat zvuchit znakomo.”

Cash nodded along as he spoke, reaching his hand up to scratch at the hybrids scalp until his words trailed off with a slurred voice. The omega quickly became the most relaxed he’d seen him since he arrived, even with a red ass.

— . — . —

The alpha had taken Matvey - Wolf - not Matvey anymore. Had taken Wolf to ride in his car again, it was a nice day for the alpha, but getting to be too hot for the hybrid. 70 degrees was about his limit, but the alpha told him it would reach over a hundred in the summer. Wolf genuinely worried he might start to cook at those temperatures.

The windows were rolled down, Wolf had tried to lean out the window while they drove, and had been aggressively pulled back in by the back of his shirt. He now sat buckled in, softly glaring out the still-open window, under the threat of getting a spanking on the shoulder of the interstate.

He didn’t know where they were going. If the alpha had told him, he wouldn’t be any the wiser. He did have pants on for the first time since he got to the alphas house - Wolf had argued in favor of shorts, but Cash wouldn’t let him translate through the app whenever he said anything that sounded like it could be backtalk. Jeans and no underwear wasn’t his favorite feeling in the world, especially on a day as hot as this, but it was better than no pants at all.

They pulled up to a sizeable store that looked to be privately owned, the omega wished he could read what the sign said. The front window didn’t have any display, just a view into the building that was deeper than it was wide. The building was on the end of a long downtown shopping district, cut in half by a road.

Most of the merchandise was on shelves along the walls and tables scattered about the store, there were several clothing racks taking up space between those. There didn’t seem to be a real design plan, but the store was walkable.

A little bell jingled overhead when they entered the store, it smelled strongly of soap and fabric softener. It was also much colder than outside, which the hybrid welcomed wholey.

“Welcome! Yo musbe Wolf!” An associate called out, approaching the pair quickly. The hybrid was startled to be called out directly. he glanced to his alpha for help, shocked to be urged forward in the direction of the unfamiliar party.

Cash spoke him once it was clear the hybrid wasn’t going to, “Yes, this is Wolf-“ followed by another statement he couldn’t decipher.

“No, no, don’t wori abot et. I nivir mit en omega wit a cock, I’m excitobe a partof his neworld!” The chipper beta employee replied, looking between the two, but clearly speaking to the alpha. The nervous feeling in Wolf’s gut continued to build.

Cash knelt down in front of his hybrid,

He unbuttoned the pants Wolf literally just got and yanked them to his ankles. He urged him to step out of the jeans with hands on his calves. His shirt was pulled off over his head as Cash stood up, and he was left standing naked in the middle of the store.

They were the only patrons there thankfully, but it was the middle of the day, with a large glass window people were passing by constantly. The stranger brought over two backless swivel wheeley chairs for him and the alpha, sitting eye level to his cock.

Wolf crossed his arms over his chest shyly, flicking his toes together while his tail wagged. Cash pulled out his keys and took off the cage - the hybrid wanted to run and hide, his eyes swept around the room for escape points or places to wedge himself, but there was nothing besides the fitting rooms. Wait -

“Alpha, can we there?” He said in his absolute best English, pointing in the direction of the sets of doors. Both Cash and the stranger laughed at him openly, deepening his shame and envoking a blush.

“No. You’re okay here.” The alpha helped himself to reaching between Wolfs legs, tickling his pussy. The hybrid pressed his thighs together to try to stall the motion, but couldn’t do anything to remove the intrusion. “If aniwon coms in we can move,” Cash said with finality, watching the omegas sex come to life with a proud smile. With the cage in constant practice, the hybrid was certain to respond to any stimulation.

“Wow, he’s beautiful.” The beta commented. Wolf’s blush deepened.

Cash’s smile broadened, “Okay, let’s get the fitting started,”

—

They had to have tried twenty different cock cages on Wolf, different styles, different models, different sizes, different colors. They tried to squeeze him into a flat cage, and they had to tie his hands behind his back to get him to let them, but they ultimately weren’t able to get it on.

It was decided that the clear pink cock cage was too big, and needed to be switched out. They went home with several different styles, Wolfs favorite looked like it took inspiration from a leather puppy mask, and fully concealed his cock in a thick rubber, with little pointy ears on top, and electric blue detailing stripes.

Cash’s favorite was a metal cage with little dull spikes on the inside, that poked and scratched at him irritatingly whenever he tried to get hard. There was also a new, broad silicone ring around his knot that pulled up tight between his balls to keep them split and taunt. That’s the set he was currently wearing.

If the alpha liked to fuck him in his last cage, this was something else entirely. Twice a day minimum, Wolf found himself bent over furniture or lied on his back with his legs over Cash’s shoulders, fucking into him aggressively, with the omega’s head pulled up close to his so he could hear his constant little whimpers.

Any position, any movement, anything punched gasps and moans out of Wolf. He couldn’t hold back if he tried. He begged at first, every time they fucked he begged Cash to take the cage off - but that just seemed to egg him on and get his holes pounded harder.

Cash had started to want to play with his asshole too, something the hybrid had never been trained with aside from a few fingers to his prostate. The alpha seemed to like the way Wolf would reflectively tighten around his cock when he pushed a digit into his ass without warning, grunting through a constricted throat.

Wolf was an instrument, Cash loved learning to play him.

— . — . — . — . —

“Kneel.” Cash ordered. Wolf got on his knees on the table, with his hands on his thighs. His back was arched perfectly, with his shoulders squared. His head up, with his thighs spread. “Good boy. Hold.”

Another hybrid, with a whiter, but less fluffy tail and shorter white hair was naked on all fours two meters away. Rather, his thighs were bound to his calves, with his wrists tied to the ropes on either side of him. The facility employee hooked gloved fingers into his pussy, and pulled his ass up higher.

Wolf whimpered, his eyes locked on the target in front of him. His own cunt was dripping onto the floor beneath him. “Ready?” The hybrid whined high in his throat, nodding excitedly. His tail was wagging quickly while he adjusted his stance, trying to hold still. Cash reached between his omegas legs, removing the cage but leaving the band around his knot and balls. The alpha stepped back, “Mount.”

His hands left his thighs and he launched himself on top of the other omega, almost knocking them both off the platform, “Hold.” Wolf gritted his teeth, his hands on the other hybrids hips, throbbing cock positioned against the entrance and beyond ready to enter him. Cash watched his hybrid intently, the way he breathed, the manic heat-driven look in his eye. “Okay.”

He pushed into the other omega, groaning as the tight heat enveloped him. He aggressively fucked into the hybrid beneath him, his hands gripping the other’s hips hard enough to bruise. The sound of their skin slapping resonated through the sterile room.

The omega beneath him huffed in time with the thrusts, his hands flexed and reached, trying to free himself or search for something to grab onto. He spread his thighs and wiggled his hips in an unfruitful attempt at rocking back into the motion.

Cash could tell Wolf was getting close too quickly, the way he moved his hands to start grinding against the other hybrids ass rather than fucking into him properly, “Hold.” Cash ordered.

Wolf let out a groan that faded off into a needy whine, he stilled his motion, still inside the other omega. His hips twitched minutely, but he stopped when his alpha placed a hand on his ass. “Please, please,” the hybrid grunted, his toes curling with effort.

“Good boy. Hold.” The alpha stroked his hand up from his ass, up the curve of his lower back and back down to cup his cheek.

He let out a dry sob, “Alpha, please,”

Cash’s hand traveled between his omegas spread thighs, pushing into his pussy from behind, just holding them inside. “Okay.”

Wolf continued uncertainly, casting the alpha an uncomfortable glance. Cash stared back with a smile, his arm protruding from between the omegas thighs. The alpha swept his digits around, coaxing the slick to fall out of his heat-ridden omega.

The hybrid enjoyed things in his hole, and he enjoyed being in other omegas holes, but Cash could tell both happening at the same time ruined the little fantasy in the hybrids head where he was playing alpha. Cash couldn’t have him pretending to be an alpha.

“I said okay.” Cash barked. The omega muttered something in Russian, but tried to fuck into the other hybrid with a similar verocity, despite the intrusion. Cash moved his fingers clumsily, irritating the omega enough to keep him riding the edge.

He grabbed the other hybrids hips harder, fucking him a brutal pace to try and block out his alpha, desperate, animalistic whimpering spilling out of his own throat. Cash hooked his digits in his omegas pussy, and pulled him backwards roughly. “Hold.” The very head of his cock was still in the other hybrid, his hips were rocking forward beyond his control.

Cash landed a hard smack on his cheek to still him, but the hybrid looked at him with fire in his eyes. Wolf started to yell and curse at him, tears quickly building, frustrated hands gripping the other omegas hips so tight his fingers were white. Cash’s expression changed, a patient smile gracing his lips despite the look in his eye.

“Off.” The alpha ordered, stepping back. Wolfs stomach dropped, but he pulled out obediently. “Come.”

The hybrid whimpered, eyeing the other omegas pussy. His cock had never been this hard in his life, he couldn’t think clearly.

“Come, Wolf.” Cash growled. The hybrid shakily lowered himself off the platform and approached his alpha. The trainer grabbed him by his collar and hauled him to the front of the platform, where he could lock eyes with the omega he’d been topping.

The other hybrid was bound and gagged tightly, he also had tears running down his face by now, bruises blooming all around his waist. He was gorgeous, Cash couldn’t wait to see what the two omegas features would look like together.

Cash stood him a few feet in front of their guest and held his arms firmly to his sides. His red, engorged dick was still glistening with the slick of the other omega. “Hold still. Bad boy.” Was the only warning Wolf got before Cash was rearing back and spanking his omega with intention. His cock bounced with the motions, the hybrid's red face was facing the floor, with his eyes darting back and forth between his softening, bouncing dick and the other omega watching him get punished.

The hybrid usually had something to brace himself against when he was spanked, so he kept taking unintentional steps away from the impacts. Cash would pull him right back every time, eventually holding him in place with an arm across his chest, “If you can’t hold still, you’re gonna touch your toes.” Wolf gritted his teeth, “What do you say?”

“Yes Alpha.” Wolf snapped. Cash sighed and began to unbuckle his belt, but the hybrid broke his position, falling to his knees before Cash had a chance to strike him with it. “Alpha, no, please,”

“Hold still, Wolf.” Cash barked, yanking him back up without a second thought. He slipped his belt through the loops and doubled it up in his hand, glancing at the other omega to make sure he was still watching before he laid a hard stripe across both the hybrids cheeks. His knees buckled and he arched forward on his toes, hands flying back to protect himself. “Hands.” Cash said robotically, unmoved.

“Alpha, please,” Wolf whined quietly, both sets of cheeks aflame. The hybrid’s rager had gone down to under half mast.

“Four more. Hands.” Cash ordered again. Wolf wrapped his arms around the limb his alpha was bracing him with, unable to avoid watching the other hybrid. The omega in the bondage was no longer crying; He was watching openly, and flinching every time Wolf was struck, but not in an entirely fearful way.

Cash finished correcting him quickly, four quick stripes atop one another, across the same flesh as the first strike. Cash almost felt bad, the way his hybrid cried silently, his hands gripping the meat of his alphas bicep; but when Wolf was given the order to re approach, his cock had regained interest before he even reached the table.

He got right back in position, much slower than before. He pushed the tip up against the hybrids cunt, rubbing his cock up and down the other omegas slick entrance with his hand. He looked to Cash with beautiful red brimmed eyes, waiting for permission like a good dog.

“Okay.” Wolf pushed in, holding in a whimper. He kept a slow pace, eyes glued on Cash to watch for his cues. Cash directed him purposefully, using his hands like a conductor to show the pace he wanted the two kept at.

The hybrid under him was just as visibly frustrated, trying everything to make Wolf go faster - and fuck, did he want to. But he had been reminded of his place; Getting to breed another omega was a privilege, and he needed to mind his alpha if he wanted to keep it.

The allowed rhythm slowly started to build speed, and the hybrid took every inch of that mile he could. He closed his eyes, again switching to rocking into the other omega in an effort to knot him.

The alpha let him work his frustrations out, both of them knowing he couldn’t knot him with the band around the base of his cock. “Al’fa, Al’fa,”

“Use your words, Wolf.” Cash replied with a bored tone, still unable to hide his beaming smile.

But the hybrid didn’t know the word.

“Al’fa,” He looked up with panic in his eyes, “Please, take it off,”

“Take what off?” Cash waggled the cage in his hand, “I have it right here, puppy,” he replied innocently.

“Alpha,” The hybrid whined, carefully keeping his tone submissive. He hid his face in the other omegas back for good measure.

The alpha laughed affectionately, wedging his hand up between them when Wolf pulled out to the brim. The silicone was pulled up from under his balls and off his knot, resting laterally to it. The hybrid pulled out just long enough for Cash to slip the device off the head of his dick, before he plunged back into the other omega, his knot locking firmly into the omegas cunt after only a few more ruts.

At some point during his peak, Wolf had draped himself over the other omega, only noticing as much when callused fingers were pushing up into his pussy. “See, he’s got one. Do you wanna touch it?” Cash offered the facility employee, who quickly slipped the black glove off his left hand.

The omega under Wolf grunted and wiggled, the skin around his bindings going white. But Wolf knew better than to move when his alpha was showing him off, as much as he hated it.

Cash pushed him flatter against the other omega, who grunted louder behind the gag in protest, but was ultimately left ignored. His alpha spread his ass cheeks wide for the observer, pulling his cunt open just a little with the stretch of skin. Wolf flinched hard, goosebumps breaking out over his hairless flesh, but he held still.

The facility employee stuck his finger in Wolfs open hole, feeling around his walls and collecting his slick on his fingers, “Shit, he’s drenched,” the stranger laughed.

“I'm sure, this is the first time he’s cum in months.” Cash laughed conversationally, tugging his cheeks apart painfully. “I try to keep him desperate, he’s too quiet otherwise. And he gets a little cocky.” The alpha thumbed at his very exposed asshole while the other alpha continued to play with his pussy - all the while he was locked inside of the continuously struggling omega underneath him.

— . — . — . — . —

Wolf had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his alpha to come home. He had gone out with a few of his friends from his old job, they had opted to go to a bar that didn’t permit omegas to enter. Wolf wanted to be offended, but he was glad not to be shown off to a bunch of facility-trainers.

He bolted upright when his subconscious heard Cash’s keys jiggle in the door knob, he stood up quickly and skittered over, his tail wagging with anticipation. He was once again wearing one of the alphas t shirts, and nothing else. The alphas favorite cock cage/knot band combination was decorating the hybrid.

“Kneel.” Cash said firmly, a stark contrast to how he usually greeted his omega. Wolf’s tail slowed its pace uncertainly, but he obediently kneeled off to the side of the door. His alpha walked further into the house, a tall woman with long, thick black hair following him inside. She stared at him fondly, with a little apprehension.

“He doesn’t bite. You can pet him.” Cash offered, stumbling a little. They both smelled strongly of alcohol. Wolf was offended at the very notion, and showed so on his face, but the female alpha reached out and ruffled the hair between his ears.

“Wow, he’s so soft,” her voice was sweet, her short acrylics felt like heaven against his scalp, “Are you a good boy Wolf?” She asked, taking on a higher, more eager tone.

The hybrid kept quiet until Cash cleared his throat, “She asked you a question, Wolf.”

He kept his head lowered, watching their shoes, “Yes, Alpha. M’ a good boy.” He replied quietly, messing with the hem of the alphas shirt.

“Lift up your shirt, show her your little dick.” Cash ordered, squatting down to be closer to the omega, and held his hand out to the other alpha to join him.

His face felt hot, he closed his eyes and lifted the shirt, his caged cock twitching when she cooed. “Oh, I love the ball splitter, god that’s so pretty.”

“Thanks,” Cash replied, a hand on the back of his neck, he almost seemed bashful. “I’d take the cage off, but it’s a whole thing to put it back on once he gets hard.”

She laughed politely, at the omegas expense, nodding along, “Awe that’s too bad. Maybe next time, puppy.”

“Next time.” Cash agreed with a smile, rising to his feet and extending a hand to help up his guest. “I need to get him a kennel. He usually just sleeps with me, but he can stay out here tonight.” The hybrid responsively glared at the floor, keeping his shirt pulled up until he was given permission to lower it. “Go back to sleep on the couch, Wolf.” Was the goodnight the hybrid received before Cash was walking the other alpha into their bedroom, closing the door behind them.

The walls were pretty thick, so Wolf went back to bed on the couch to the sound of the television set playing some old tv show. He knew where the blankets were kept by now, so he was able to make a small nest for himself before he drifted off.

— . —

“Where is other alpha?” Wolf asked when he awoke the next morning, Cash was already up in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.

“She went home.” Cash explained, bringing a plate with toast and a bowl of oatmeal with bacon to the hybrid. He turned up his nose at the food, picking one of the two strips of bacon off the top. “Make sure to put the blankets back where you found them. Eat all your food.”

Wolf rolled his eyes after the alpha turned his back. “Yes, Alpha.” He replied sweetly, placing the plate on the coffee table after eating the two strips.

“I’ll know if you don’t.” The alpha threatened silently.

“Yes, Alpha.” Wolf said again, with no intention of eating the food. Cash had to leave soon to go to the senators house, leaving the hybrid to lounge the day away watching tv. He was supposed to be cleaning and stuff, but he kind of only did the surface level things and pretty much left the rest alone. Cash didn’t seem to notice either way.

He took a performative bite of the toast, steering completely clear of the oatmeal. He’d dump it down the toilet when Cash left - he said he’d know if the hybrid didn’t eat whatever nasty food he tried to force down his throat, but he hadn’t called him out since he learned to not throw it away in the garbage.

Cash pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, making the hybrids ears twitch.

Wolf couldn’t get the strange alpha from the night before out of his mind all day, her perfume and her sweet smile, the way her nails felt when she played with his hair. He really hoped she would be coming back.

—

“Is alpha coming?” Wolf asked almost the minute Cash walked in the door that evening, putting his laptop bag on the floor near the coat rack.

“Veronica? No, she’s not coming back,” Cash laughed, “Why? Do you like her?”

Wolf nodded innocently, “She is nice. She is come back.”

“No,” Cash corrected him again, “She’s not coming back. Just a one night stand.”

The hybrid looked at him with confusion, and a little anger, “You said.” He accused.

“I did not!” Cash laughed, then stopped, “Oh, well, maybe I did. I don’t have her number, Wolf. She’s not coming back.” The hybrid glared at him, the wagging ceasing instantly, but he seemed to accept the answer. “Did you eat your breakfast?”

“Yes, Alpha,” He replied bitterly, taking the spot on the couch he usually sat in during the day.

“You’re gonna start coming to work with me next week.” Cash announced as he passed through the living room into the kitchen, opening the fridge to start on dinner, “The hybrid I was working on with Dustin’s horses was sold, so you’re going to be trained for competition riding.”

“No, I don’t ride horses,” Wolf protested - he sounded more scared than obstinate, but the words still rubbed Cash the wrong way.

“Yes, you’re going to learn. You’ll be fine.” Cash dismissed him, pulling out a bag of frozen burgers. The hybrid’s ears perked up at the dinner choice, but tried to appear unphased.

“Alpha come back?” The hybrid bargained. Cash would’ve punished any other omega for trying, but he only felt proud of his own.

He cracked a smile, “Maybe. If you really try with the horses, I’ll think about asking her out.”

He thought about it, his tail slowly beginning to wag, “okay.”

— . —

They started with the basics, Buzz was kept in the barn while King was being his usual patient self. Cash was showing the hybrid how to dress the horse and mount it. He’d started teaching the omega commands, so got a small laugh out of him when he’d told him what it was called when he got on the horse.

He took to it like a natural - he already had a trained sitting posture, that was close to that of a riding posture with small adjustments. He was visibly uncomfortable steering and directing such a large animal, but King was trying to make it easy on him and driving himself the way he knew Cash wanted the pair to go.

“Come on, don’t forget to use the reins, you need to steer him,” Cash called out from the fence. At this rate, they weren’t going to make competition season. “Wolf, reins, steer!”

The omega yelled something back in Russian, a long something else for a good little while while the horse continued to run the paddock route. Donner was watching the scene from a blanket laid out on the porch, he started to snicker the longer Wolf's ranting went on.

Cash shook his head, starring daggers at his hybrid from the fence, but the brat just smiled and kept talking. He’d noticed the attention he gained from the other omega. The alpha stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled, calling King up to the fence. Wolf froze, all the cockiness leaving his body in an instant. He had gotten confident staying on the horse, but he was too high up to feel good about jumping off without help yet.

Cash effortlessly picked him up off the horse. “Hold the fence,” the alpha ordered, unbuckling his belt, “Hands. Fence.” Cash barked after Wolf didn’t move. The hybrid stared back wide eyed, his vision darting over to Donner. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.” Cash grabbed his face in a hand and adjusted his attention, “You are not an alpha. Hands on the fence.”

The hybrid swallowed, putting his hands on the fence and sticking his ass out as directed, picking his tail up out of the way. Cash doubled the belt up in his hand, and laid into him harder than he usually would with an implement, thankfully without taking his jeans down. Regardless, it bit badly, especially driving the buttons on the seat of his pants into his skin. He still wasn’t wearing any underwear, so there wasn’t much protecting him from the strikes.

Wolf was white knuckling the fence panel, resting his body weight fully against it in an effort not to move. “You are not an alpha, and you’re not going to act like one. Especially in front of my clientele.” Cash reminded him, letting him stand after an uneven number of strikes. The alpha spared a glance in Donner’s direction, who looked about as shocked as Wolf did when Cash called the horse over. “What do you say?”

“Yes alpha,” Wolf whimpered breathily, limping off toward the direction of the house without looking back.

“No, we aren't done here. Get back on the horse.” Cash scoffed, “You think you’re done training just because you were naughty? No.”

The hybrid started to argue, but bit his tongue with a hard look from his alpha. He reproached the horse, with his shoulders up defensively. Without any assistance from Cash, he hauled himself up onto the horse, making an audible sound of distress when his hot ass hit the saddle.

“Well? Keep going.” Cash ordered. Tears were forming rapidly in the omegas eyes as the horse started trotting, gaining speed and bouncing him on the saddle. He glared angrily ahead of him, not looking to the alpha for a second. “Sit up straight! Ride him like you were before!” Cash was getting impatient, as was Wolf. The omega just wanted to be done.

To the alphas utmost satisfaction, Wolf was now steering the horse correctly around the paddock.

— . —

“Alpha?” Wolf was nearly passed out in the passenger seat of Cash’s truck, he’d had an incredibly long and eventful day. Hours upon hours of learning to ride King, Cash had even gotten them started on hurdles. He’d needed another spanking without his jeans to get him back on the horse after lunch, but they at least started the basics of jumping.

“Yeah?” They had picked up McDonald’s, allowing the omega to indulge in his carnivore diet of a plain quarter pounder and a ten piece nugget. He didn’t like pop, so the omega only ever drank water. Cash kept meaning to let him try tea, but never got around to buying any.

“The…” He made a frustrated sound, “Other alpha. You said.” Wolf started with an argumentative tone, already anticipating the alpha retracting his word.

Cash smiled and shook his head, staring out at the open road in front of them, “Yeah. I guess I said. I’ll send her a text tomorrow.”