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The ad looked suspicious as hell:
Alphas! Looking for someone to share your rut with? I will satisfy your desires and make you feel closer to an omega than you ever thought possible. My residential program will meet your needs, guaranteed.
As long as he could remember, Chuck dreamed of having an omega to share a rut with. It was difficult with alphas severely outnumbering omegas the way they did.
Chuck’s ruts were always absolutely awful - long lonely fever dreams of panting and humping and wrecking his bedroom until he managed to knot himself inside a toy or in his fists.
A beta could meet alphas’ needs during a rut. The problem was that you had to know a willing beta well enough for them to agree to submit to you. And Chuck kept to himself. He had no friends to ask for help. Alpha/Beta Tinder existed, but it squicked Chuck out. Maybe he’d try it someday… not yet, though.
There was small print at the bottom of the ad:
Full refund if you are not 100% sated after one week.
Chuck was on his own, he was desperate, and he had nothing to lose at this point. He texted the number.
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The address took Chuck to a nice well-kept townhouse in a nice well-kept neighborhood. There were no signs on the property indicating it was a business. Chuck figured that with this sort of service, it made sense to be discreet. He rang the doorbell.
The tall well-built man who answered the door and smiled down at him was most definitely an alpha. Chuck felt his natural aggression rise - it was close to the surface so soon before his rut.
“Oh, that won’t do. Come inside and let’s get you settled. You’re Chuck, right?” The other alpha stepped aside and waited for Chuck to enter.
As agitated as Chuck was, he had no reason not to go in. He was here of his own volition, after all. He tentatively stepped over the threshold. As soon as Chuck was inside, the other alpha turned, putting his hands on Chuck’s shoulders to steer him into the living room and press him down to sit on an expensive-looking white leather couch.
A tray with two wine glasses sat on a glass coffee table next to the couch. The alpha handed one to Chuck and took the other one for himself. Then the alpha sat down on the couch, close enough to Chuck that their thighs were brushing.
Chuck wasn’t used to other people touching him, alphas or otherwise. He found himself appreciating the physical contact. Chuck pressed his leg harder against the other alpha’s, just to test out the sensation. The other alpha smiled indulgently and placed a warm hand on Chuck’s thigh. “Drink your wine,” he said.
Chuck automatically brought his glass to his lips before he realized what he was doing and paused. The alpha sighed. He gave Chuck a look that was almost… disappointed? Chuck’s heart dropped.
The alpha spoke again. “Your participation in my program started as soon as you walked in the door. If you want the satisfaction I can give you, you have to follow my orders. If not, you might as well walk out that door and spend another rut on your own.”
Chuck tilted his hand back and drank his wine. When Chuck placed the empty glass back on the tray with a small ‘clink,’ it made the alpha smile again. Something warm passed through Chuck at the sight. His pulse was suddenly pounding. He realized he’d never asked the alpha his name. The ad hadn’t said anything about it. “What do I call you?”
“You should call me ‘Daddy.’”
Had Chuck heard that properly? “What?”
“It may feel strange to you at first, but it is an important part of my program. Part of the satiation I give to your rut has to do with the trust you give me. And that starts with you calling me by the name I prefer.”
Chuck took a deep breath. “Okay… Daddy.” There. He’d done it. It was weird, but it wasn’t too bad. And it was only for a week, right? Chuck could handle that.
Chuck took a moment to be proud of himself for stepping outside his comfort zone. He really was taking the plunge into the unknown with this program. Then his vision was suddenly blurring while strong, competent hands grasped his upper arms and lowered his body gently down to the couch cushions. “What a good start, darling boy,” was the last thing he heard before everything faded to silence and darkness.
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Chuck woke slowly, blinking his eyes to clear the sleep from them. He was splayed out on his back on a soft surface, limbs stretched out to their fullest. He felt warm - too warm… but when he tried to kick off his blanket, his legs wouldn’t budge. Panicking, he tried to move his arms, but they were no better.
Turning his head as much as he could, Chuck tried to study his surroundings. The room was lit by sunlight and a ceiling fan turned lazily above him, so he figured he was on a mattress in a bedroom of some sort. But instead of a bedframe or walls, there were bars in his peripheral vision. White painted wooden slats with a couple of inches of space between each one, and topped by a painted wooden railing. The structure felt familiar for some reason… though Chuck couldn’t recall where he’d seen something like it before…
Chuck’s cock pulled at his attention. Chuck couldn’t see it, but he could feel it bobbing upward, engorged and throbbing mercilessly. The rut must have started in earnest while he was unconscious. A steady stream of precum dribbled from the slit at the tip, the droplets tickling against his skin where they slid down to pool on his belly. He realized no clothing was restraining his cock or absorbing the fluid coming out of it. He was completely naked. Chuck wished he could move his arms to wipe away the liquid - or to cover himself.
He struggled, feeling the strain against his wrists and ankles from where they were tied to the wooden slats. The most Chuck could do with his body was arch his back. And yell. He could still do that. So he did yell, loudly and for as long as he could, until he fell back to the mattress, sweaty, hoarse, and exhausted. His dripping cock still bobbed upward, unsatisfied and uncaring of Chuck’s captive state.
Through the sound of his panting breaths, Chuck heard the door to the room open. A mixture of relief and fear shocked through him. Footsteps approached, and a cool hand gently stroked his forehead. Even though it smelled of alpha, it was soothing. Chuck tilted his head back as much as he could to see ‘Daddy’ looking down at him with a calm, unreadable expression.
“What are you doing to me?” Chuck’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper. His throat was so sore, and he was so tired. His hungry cock throbbed in time with his pulse.
“This? This is all part of the program you signed up for.”
Tears were suddenly spilling down the sides of Chuck’s face. “How? This isn’t…”
“Shhhh.” Daddy’s hand came down to stroke Chuck’s damp cheek. “This is all preparation. Just a little more, and I will start to relieve you from the symptoms of your rut. Your satisfaction is guaranteed, remember?”
Chuck blinked and fell quiet. What else could he do? He was at Daddy’s mercy. And the tiny corner of his heart that was not afraid wanted to see what Daddy would do next.