The First Wave: Omegaverse

Donner carefully lowered himself out the back window, it was still pitch black outside but it had recently stopped raining. The earth still held a wet, musky smell that was made all the stronger by the sizable lake just out of view.

They were pretty far out there, but Donner knew he had nothing to lose by leaving.

For decades, Omegas have demonstrated their ability to hold their own, despite what a subset of more conservative individuals might have to say.

Just a year ago Donner was graduating high school with his peers, now for the last 3 weeks, he’d been getting trained to be a glorified house pet for a recently elected Senator. Donner wished he had brushed up on politics more before things started happening but it was such a slippery slope that happened so fast. Before he knew it, his parents were kicking him out of his childhood home, and he was being picked up at a gas station by a blue van with “Omega Services” painted in large white letters on the side.

His socked feet touched the damp ground, soaking into the fabric immediately. Too late to turn back now; dirty, wet socks would be a pretty loud admission of guilt. At this point in his ‘training’ he was still considered a flight risk, he was currently not allowed outside by himself. For good reason too, Donner was getting the hell out of there.

His heart kicked wildly in his chest at the prospect of being caught. He’d been on a tight leash since he was captured - The were what was being called the ‘first wave of the new generation of omegas’, intense and humiliating training regimens designed to break them down to be obedient pets for alphas. Sources have led Donner to believe he was to be more of a sex-pet for his purposes, an accessory for the Senator to demonstrate he had a natural authority over omegas.

Most omegas are considered feral currently, but the ratio is changing fast, as the training regimen goes on they progress from feral, to in training, to trained, to tamed. There are a few breeding channels out there, known as Omega Houses, that advertise all their omegas to have fully tamed omegas, but that’s honestly just a factor Donner would rather not consider. He’s still kind of fooling himself into believing that this will pass with time.

To believe that though, he’d kind of have to pretend he wasn’t in the most humiliating situation of his life last night. He had the audacity to ‘touch himself’ after 2 weeks of not being able to finish, just to find himself stripped naked and spanked at the New Years party.

That was the last straw. He was out.He had a canvas bag from the linen closet thrown over his shoulder; stuffed with clothes, a blanket, and some food. He also had a small collapsible tent in a separate bag, too big to fit in with the rest.

When he arrived at the Senators mansion initially (a large house, really, but much more elaborate than Donner was used to), he was given a large wardrobe of fancy, but just this side of revealing clothes, none of which he’d ever wear of his own accord. He was one for a loose t shirt and sweat pants or basketball shorts, what had been affectionately referred to as an Adam Sandler wardrobe. He had to steal some of the Senators loungewear on his way out.

He had a ways to go, but he knew that when he set out. They were nestled deep in the woods of some part of South Dakota, most identifying information was kept from him, he just knew he had several miles to hike before reaching any kind of town.

As he started walking through the damp woods, shoeless and in sweats that were admittedly too big, even for him, he couldn’t help but think back on the last few months.

For years now the public opinion of Omegas had been tanking, but once they began to have rights stripped it all dominoed unimaginably fast. Omegas were rare, two percent of the global population max, no one cared what they had to say, and especially once it was proven they were weaker and more sensitive than betas or alphas.

A whole new outlook was developed on omegas in, what, five years? He wasn’t allowed out by himself during high school, in fear of the local alphas claiming him when he couldn’t defend himself. It was a sick joke, considering the sanctions ‘forced’ his parents into kicking him out on the street just a couple years later. Omegas couldn’t own property, couldn’t hold jobs, and it was now law that omegas over 18 years old that were living with alphas must be registered through the state.

His alpha father didn’t want to pay the fees, and ‘felt it was weird to own his omega son’ anyway - his omega mother didn’t have a say. His alpha brother was in his doctorate program to become an Omega Practitioner, the one alpha on his side was his little sister, who was still in high school and couldn’t help.

Donner stumbled onto a desolate stretch of asphalt cutting through the trees, knocking him out of his thoughts. He hiked his gear up higher onto his shoulder and set off down the road, staying in the ditch incase a familiar vehicle came into view.

He couch hopped for awhile after he was kicked out, he had some alpha and beta friends on his side. There was only one other omega in his school, and he didn’t really know them.

He eventually had a pretty nice set up in an abandoned gas station near the downtown portion of his home town; two sleeping bags to call his own, one just for padding, an indoor camp fire - a skylight let the smoke out, and the linoleum and cement floors kept the building from catching fire. He also had a big blue cooler filled with food his mom would give him as often as she could, just things like sandwich ingredients and yogurt. She brought a cupcake the week of his 19th birthday.

Not long after that, he was at a convenience store, trying to get a special cologne to cover his omega scent. He brought it to the counter, his hood up and avoiding eye contact like he was taught, but he was still clocked pretty quickly.

The clerk ended up flagging down his associate, who called the Omega Services, who granted them permission to hold him there until they arrived to assess him.

Even with what he had left of his cologne, his natural scent and his physique was enough reason for them to search Donner - which essentially consisted of one of the agents pinning him belly down to the dirty floor of the convenience store stock room, as the other stripped his pants off and kicked his legs open.

Omegas were essentially intersex, their testosterone and estrogen levels were relatively equal depending on the individual. Those with slightly more testosterone tended to be masculine presenting, those with slightly more estrogen tended to be feminine presenting, but omegas as a whole tended to look fairly androgynous. Omegas all had pussies, masculine presenting also tended to have small, functionally non-penetrative dicks, due to the higher levels of testosterone.

Something in male omegas had also been known to make them a bit edgier, ‘bratty’ is a term that had been used a lot in the media more recently.

Donner was bad about that one. He was never one to take anything lying down, and he was not going to take being made a house pet lightly.

That’s what was on his mind as he finally arrived at the open campground, setting up a space at the far end of the empty lot, he decided to rest for the few hours until morning. He was confident he was far away enough from the senator’s mansion to not be found by now.— . —Donner awoke to the sound of dogs barking, he felt his heart immediently drop to his stomach. What would happen to him if he was caught? He was so mad and so embarrassed he just packed his things and left, he didn’t really think about what would happen if he failed.

He laid frozen in the stolen tent, scared to move. He thought back to the previous night, the way he was brought downstairs in the middle of the party by one of his ‘keepers’ at 2 in the morning. He had been dismissed from the party, and gone through the last 2 weeks of training sessions without being allowed to cum. Not that he enjoyed what had been transpiring, exactly; It’s just - it’s hard to explain. He didn’t want to dwell on it.

So he had been excused to bed, only for one of his keepers to come check on him and find him with his hand down his pants. He was pulled out of the room and down the hall, down the stairs, the sound of the guests joking and laughing getting louder all the while.

The door burst open and all the alphas and betas quieted and turned to see what had happened, just to find them in the doorway, a large alpha holding Donner by the upper arm like a naughty little omega. He didn’t even get to finish getting off, for all the good that’s about to come from it.

The Senator stepped up, and Donner thought for a moment, maybe he was going to just turn them away and send him back to bed. He was generally nice to the omega, an attractive man that had about 10 or more years on him, but was on the younger end of senators.

He almost could’ve seen himself liking the alpha, if he wasn’t the man who proposed the law that did this to him. He truly thought of Donner as a pet, as nice as he may treat his pets.

Donner promised himself he wouldn’t try again if he was given a second chance; But his hopes were instantly dashed with a misleadingly light, “what’s going on, Cash?”

“I figured he had a lot to drink for his size, so I wanted to make sure he made it to bed okay. I found Donner touching himself.” The trainer announced proudly to the room, like the snitch he was. Donner wasn’t even drunk. His face burned, he could feel every eye in the room on him and he had nowhere to hide.

“Ts ts ts,” the senator said, stepping up to be toe-to-toe with Donner, gently but firmly grabbing his chin. Aside from some overlap in either extremes, Alphas tended to be over 6’0” and Omegas under 5’7”. The Senator was a little shorter than the keeper but at least 6 inches taller than Donner. “Now what’s all this about? I thought you said you hated all of this?” He asked mockingly, gesturing around the room at all the luxuries, at the soft silk pajama set he had been gifted that night. “Now you’re getting off on it all? You suddenly like being my omega pet?” He asked with that stupid smirk, as if he caught him in some lie.

The omega wanted him dead.

“No. I hate what I’m doing here just as much as I did three weeks ago - I just-..” he tried to argue, “I just- it’s been.. the ongoing teasing without any-…” he felt his face continuing to heat as the voices around him started to laugh. He trailed off, tears springing to his eyes.

“So you thought you’d take it upon yourself to touch what we’ve been trying unendlessly to show you no longer belongs to you?” He asked, though Donner thought he probably wasn’t meant to answer. He didn’t think he could if he was meant to anyway. “You don’t get to decide when, or if, you cum anymore. If I wanted to, you’d never be allowed to finish again.”

Donner just wordlessly nodded along, biting his cheek. His skin burned under the scrutiny, and his anger built by the second. The Senator stared at him for a long moment, his guests laughing and talking quietly among themselves at his expense.

“Cash, take Donner to the foyer and show him the error of his ways.” And with that, he was briskly shoved backward into the arms of is his keeper, and guided through the attentive crowds to the foyer.

Cash pulled the soft t shirt over Donners head, the omega trembled all the while. A small crowd had followed them from the main party room, joining the small slightly over-inebriated crowd that was already resting on the luxury furniture in the foyer. Cash sat down on the unoccupied of two love seats, two large couches boxing in the other sides, with an elaborate red wood coffee table in the center.

Cash chucked the discarded shirt onto the coffee table, leaving the half naked omega shivering, standing between his legs. He pulled the omegas silk shorts down agonizingly slowly. Despite his obvious protest, he was dripping down his thighs. Those too, were tossed onto the table.

Standing naked and exposed, Donner scanned the crowed for his Alpha. As much as he hated the senator, his presence did provide a level of comfort and security since they had been officially mated. Even if he was never told his Alphas legal name.

If he was watching, Donner didn’t see him.

He crossed his hands over his crotch, his small omega-dick catching the breeze of the open windows in the night air, just to receive a quick smack to the ass and his hands pulled to his sides.

“Tell me what you did wrong.” Cash looked up at him from the couch, about eye level to his navel. Donners skin prickled, and tears gathered in his eyes yet again. He mumbled an answer and received another smack on the opposite cheek. “So our guests can hear you.”

“I touched myself.” He croaked out.

“And why did you do that?” Cash led, snaking his arm around the omegas hip and cupping Donners butt cheek, “were you too needy to obey your owner? You just couldn’t help yourself, Omega?”

“No, I just-“ Donner started, the other alphas laughter in the room immediately silenced him.

“What is it with male omegas.” One said, another responding, “Right? Mine almost never needs to be punished, and never argues like this when she does.”

Donner whipped around to glare at them, but found himself being pulled roughly over Cash’s lap, Donner’s legs flailed in an attempt to catch himself.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six in quick succession before Donner kicked out.Anyone still standing by that point found a seat.

Everyone at the event was a member of the political party that put him there. They were all throughly enjoying seeing a newly enslaved omega being shown his place in their world.

Cash stuck his hand between Donners cheeks, rubbing his fingers against the omegas hole. This is enough to startle the omega into stilling, and Cash pins his head to the couch.

“Well, like the Senator said. Either you’re enjoying your new life more than you’ll admit, or you’re just a naughty omega who takes what he knows he’s not allowed. So what is it?” His fingers dipped below into Donners pussy easily - the omega jerked roughly in surprise.

After a couple pumps, the spanking continues. And continues on until at some point, the Senator comes in to check out the situation.That’s where he finds Donner laid out in Cash’s lap on the loveseat, a roomful of people stacked onto the rest of the luxury furniture around the room.

Donners cheeks were a deep pink at this point, and he’d been at it long enough to disregard preserving his dignity anymore. One leg found itself tucked into the back of the couch, the other splayed out, kneeling on the floor in an attempt to get comfortable. Cash had the omegas arms pinned high up behind his back. The wetness on his thighs betrayed how much his body enjoyed the display of submission, even if he couldn’t fathom giving himself over like that mentally.

Words were exchanged above him for a few moments, before a hand smacks down hard between his legs and cups him, making his legs snap closed around the hand.

“Now - are you going to touch yourself again?” Cash rubbed his fingers against the Donner’s pussy teasingly, not really making much contact, just not letting the omega forget he’s there. Donner shook his head, gritting his teeth.

“And who do your holes belong to? Who does your cocklet belong to?” His hand migrated further, gripping the omegas dick with his finger tips.

“The Senator. I belong to the Senator.” Donner’s voice warbled with tears and humiliation, his face stuffed into the couch in the one semblance of privacy he was allowed to keep.

“Good boy.” Cash let go of his arms, but held him there across his lap until the tears subsided, gently rubbing his naked back and butt all the while, before he was helped back up to his feet, redressed, and sent back to bed.

At which point, Donner didn’t hesitate to pack a bag and climb out the window. He wasn’t about to let them win. The finer details could be thought of later.

That’s how he found himself here, in a dew-wet tent in a state park with fucking blood hounds after him. How stupid was he to think the Senator wouldn’t send a team out to look for him.

He quickly packed up and headed to the tree line, opting to leave the tent there to throw off his scent. The sound of dogs got closer, encircling him. Then he started hearing voices.He froze, nowhere to go, he opted to skitter up a nearby tree and hide himself in the brush.

“Donner …. Donner! Come on out, we know you’re here.” It was the Senator? He felt a tug on his heart, wanting to go to him despite it all. His voice sounded light, chastising, almost like he was teasing him.

He trembled, scared and angry. Why was he even in this mess? His sister wanted to be a social worker, his brother was almost an omega physician, and here he was up in a tree like a naughty run away house cat.

He could feel the adrenaline running out as he realized he was surrounded, he had nowhere to go. Should he just come down while he still had his pride? He lost his pride awhile ago.

Right as he was about to drop down, the sounds all passed. They were in front of him now.

He was tired, and hungry. He kind of regretted leaving now, if only because he was scared of what punishment awaited him back at the mansion.

Once it had been a few minutes since he heard anyone, he slowly lowered himself to the ground, carefully listening for any signs of life nearby.

—.—.—

Once he made it to a nearby town, he made his way into an all-in-one grocery store corner store, it was a scene all too familiar to the gas station/convenience store he was first caught at. He kept his head on a swivel, grabbing any packs of food he could fit in his pockets.He neglected to grab any money in his haste to leave. What else was he supposed to do?

Though he didn’t think the cops would agree with him if he had to vouch for his actions.

There was an Omega Officer team in the store, the variety of government official that kidnapped him off the street. They didn’t seem to notice him, but it reminded him to pocket a bottle of scent cologne too.

He ran to the bathroom and cleaned himself up a bit, a sink shower is better than none, and then waltzed out the automatic sliding front doors.

The sound of security alarms rang in his victory, he heard someone yell, and he took off. Crap, so much for being sneaky.

He ducked into an alley, then another, and another, behind what was left of this random crumbling brick downtown. Donner found himself at a dead end, so let himself take a breath. He pulled off the backpack and threw it down on a milk crate, pulling things out of his pockets and shoving them in the backpack. Scent cologne, toothpaste and a toothbrush, a razor, some body wash, and a quarter of a pack of cigarettes someone left in the men’s bathroom. Along with some more substantial food than granola bars and crackers. Pretty good haul.

He retraced his steps back out to the sidewalk, just to find it flooded with cops. All this for a shoplifter?

He left the alley, trying to step nonchalantly. “Sir? Can you answer a few questions?” He heard a pair of boots quickly come up behind him, he felt the panic rising in his gut and took off before his brain could stop his legs.

More boots were after him, and suddenly the street in front of him was blocked off by 2 squad cars.

He tried to slide over one of the hoods just to be grabbed by none other than Cash himself, smirking and all decked out in an Omega Police uniform, complete with bullet proof vest.

Donners other keeper, Van, is also standing idly in a matching uniform. He didn’t recognize the rest of the squad.

He was thrown over the closed trunk of the squad car, having to stretch to keep his feet planted on the ground. “What’s this now - thought you could run away? Did you really think we wouldn’t find you?” Cash laughed mockingly, teasing the band of his sweat pant, like he planned to punish him right here in the street.

Donner’s legs reflexively kicked out behind him, but he knew he was caught.

“The Senator wants to deal with you himself back at home. I hope you’re happy with yourself, omega.” He whispered up close to his ear.