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Ever since Micah had joined the gang, Dutch found it hard to play as the Alpha. He had to constantly make sure he never missed a single suppressant, and he also had to make sure he had kept it hidden away. Making sure he kept up with all of that had been a struggle already, but now that Micah was here, Dutch wanted to throw all of that away. He just wanted to go through his heat normally and just let the Alpha smell it. Dutch needed an Alpha. He needed a cock to penetrate his folds, to fill him up and breed him 'till he couldn't take it anymore. Molly was an Omega, however. She could never give him what he wanted. And what he wanted was for a proper Alpha to mark him, to mate him. And right now, he wanted Micah to be that Alpha.
One fine afternoon, Dutch found himself sunbathing on the balcony, popping a few suppressants into his mouth, swallowing them down with a cup of bittersweet coffee. They could only afford so much sugar, but Dutch didn't need much, just enough to make it slightly sweet. (me too Dutch, me too.) He found himself thinking about Molly. Sure, she was pretty; Gorgeous, even. But even when he kissed her, he just couldn't get wet. He wondered when he'd tell her. He remembered how he was saving sex for when they got married, and now that they're married, he just wasn't into her. He was sure she wouldn't want to fuck a fellow Omega anyways. I should just come clean to her, Dutch thought to himself. He felt bad, almost. If it weren't for her constant nagging, maybe he'd feel bad enough to come clean; But he didn't.
He swallowed down another bitter sip of the hot, liquid grounds, hoping that he would perhaps burn his tongue so that he had an excuse to not talk to anybody. Unfortunately, it was only lukewarm, and certainly not hot enough to burn his tongue. He sighed in disappointment. Maybe I should just kill her. Dutch tried to fumble with his morals, It'd be better than just letting her go. Poor woman is infatuated with me. He fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, letting out a long, deep breath. He just wanted a proper Alpha. He hadn't even marked O'Shea. If she ever dared to bring that up, he would smack her halfway across camp. He can't keep playing the role of something he isn't. Would it be more embarrassing to come clean as an Omega willfully, or to be caught in a heat without his suppressants? Dutch could only ponder. He wanted to kill every version of his past self. For fooling everyone into believing he was an Alpha, for marrying Molly, for even starting this gang-It was all his fault.
That's when the man of his dreams appears behind him, shaking him out of his thoughts.
"Boss," Micah greets him with a smile. Dutch sighs once more. His cheeks burn bright red. It's just a side effect of being around Micah. Clearly just for him. Micah was a real Alpha, after all. Not a fake, unlike Dutch. "Good afternoon, Micah." Dutch flushes, turning his head away. He can feel heat pool in his gut. The feeling reminds him of his first heat-When he was just a young man. Everything felt tingly and warm-Just like now, but ten times worse.
"I-There's a problem..." Micah leans against the railing of the balcony. He swallows tightly, nervously, or so it seems to Dutch. "I'm goin' through a rut. A real bad one," He hissed through his teeth. "None of the Omegas want anythin' to do with me, all the Betas are out on a huntin' trip together, and well, I don' like any of the Alphas." Dutch suddenly realized what this was about, and he too, swallows down his anxiety, followed by the rest of his coffee. Nonetheless, he tries to play it cool. "Is that so?" He rests his stubbled chin in his hand. His face grows hotter as the minute passes. Suddenly, it's like the suppressants eject themselves out of his body, and the scent of Micah's dominant Alpha pheromones assault his nostrils. He prayed that the suppressants were at least suppressing his own scent, after all, that's a part of their job, isn't it? "Except for you, Boss. I like you, Boss. You're the best Alpha I know." I hate to disappoint you, Micah. "I'll take that compliment."
Micah's eyes light up, "So, can we-"
"Sorry, Micah. I'll consider it, though." Before Micah, can say anything else, Dutch headed to his room, locking himself in his room. Fuck you, Micah, Fuck you Micah, Fuck you Micah Bell III!
The thick, heavy scent of an Alpha in rut broke the suppressants. Somehow, someway, he broke it.
Dutch shimmyed out of his clothes, stripping himself to his bare skin, before throwing himself on his bed. He could practically smell himself, the slick and his scent glands omitting a disturbingly strong Omega scent. He reached for the object he knew would fit- his trusty revolver.
He couldn't even bother to clean it, as he turned the safety on, plunging it inside of his tight passage, letting out a loud, desperate moan. He fucked the barrel in and out of himself, hitting his cervix over and over again, trying to relieve himself of his desperate heat. If someone saw him like this, a revolver up his Omega cunt, his legs splayed wide apart for whatever he pleased to do to himself, he would probably turn the safety off and pull the trigger while it was inside of him. But even with that thought in mind, he kept pumping it in and out of him, maybe even faster than before. He imagined it was Micah's revolver, his calloused hand thrusting the gun in and out of his tight pucker by the textured handle. It made Dutch moan out Micah's name, unashamedly. He assumed nobody was in the house, otherwise, someone would have already seen him. That meant he could cry out as loud as he wanted, as he pleasured himself off with a godforsaken revolver. He was tempted to turn the safety off, but he knew better. The danger of it all is what turned him on. Dutch's insides squeezed around the barrel as it plunged in and out of him, "Miccaaahhh~" Dutch cried out, as he panted like a dog in heat.
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Micah's rut was getting worse by the minute. His body called out for a proper, tight Omega pussy to knot deep inside of. The entire day, he was using the spare tent that used to be John's, but not it's just the tent for rutting Alphas and Omegas in heat. Micah couldn't help himself when he got a strong whiff of Omega pheromones coming from the Shady Belle mansion. The only one inside of that mansion was Dutch-Was he mating? Micah knew he wasn't in rut and definitely not fucking Molly; What was going on? Micah tidied himself up, getting his pants and drawers back on as he exited the tent, a still raging boner in his pants. As he approached the mansion, the scent got stronger.
Just one peek, Micah thought to himself. He made his way upstairs, hearing Dutch's moans and cries of...His name?
"Miccaaahhh~" There it was, Dutch crying out his name. Why didn't he accept his offer if he was gonna jerk off to him anyways? Then it hit him, That scent was coming from Dutch. Dutch was a fucking Omega.
The thought alone stirred something in his gut, as he creaked the door open, peeping through the crack. He was right in his assumption. Dutch was fucking himself on his god damn revolver, crying out "Micah, Micah!". So gross and sick, Micah thought, as he shoved his hands into his pants, That's hot...
Dutch's cunt squeezed around the revolver, as he felt his orgasm approaching. He kept on thrusting it inside, over and over again-Right as he squirted all over it. "Miccaaaah! Fuck!" He moaned, like a little bitch. It only served to make Micah harder. I'll make my move then,
Micah fully opened the door, revealing an embarrassed, horny Dutch. "Micah!" He exclaimed, appearing alerted. "It's not-It's not what it looks like!" He began to pant nervously. "I beg to differ," Micah growled, that shit-eating grin on his face speaking for itself. "Don't worry, I ain't tellin' nobody, Boss. I don't wanna." He slowly crawled atop of Dutch, getting a proper hit of that Omega scent he omitted. "Fuck, Boss. I wish you told me earlier..." Dutch got a hit of euphoria at those words alone. "Micah...You promise you won't tell anyone? You promise? 'Cause if you can't do that for me, I might have to put a bullet in you," Dutch gulped. Micah didn't say anything, but what he did do was dive between Dutch's legs. He puckered his lips around Dutch's clit, and began to suck like his life depended on it. "Trust me Boss, I don't wanna tell nobody..." Dutch moaned again. "Oh my god Micah-Aah~" Dutch tightened around Micah's now inserted fingers, that slowly curled at his G-spot. "Micah! Oh, lord, You're so good at this-" Micah's ego flamed at that comment, as he scissored his fingers open and shut as to stretch him open. "Don't worry Boss, I'll make you feel good..." Micah's tongue swirled around his clit, as his fingers worked inside his cunt. "You're doing such a good job, Micah- Aah~" Dutch hissed from behind his teeth, biting his tongue 'till he drew blood.
Micah slowly drew out his fingers, leaving Dutch empty and whimpering. "Can you do me a favor, Boss?" Micah asked, undoing his pants. "Yes, of course, Micah." Dutch tried to keep his composure, but he just couldn't stop rubbing his thighs together. "Can you jerk me off?"" Micah gently took out his thick, heady cock. It was girthy, though the length was average. Dutch hadn't had a proper, girthy Alpha cock inside of him in years. Dutch seemed to ignore his question, before wrapping both hands around him, twisting his wrists as he brought his lips to the tip of his cock. "It's so big, Micah-Oh, god, I can't wait to have it inside of me..." Dutch groaned, as he licked the weeping slit, still stroking the length but with only one hand now, his other hand playing with his leaking cunt. "Ohhhh fuckfuckfuck!" Micah bucked his hips forward, desperate for that sweet, sweet friction Dutch was giving him. Both Dutch and Micah were so sensitive already, their bodies lit up from the friction and their cycles of heat and rut respectively. "Micah-I want you to mark me!" Dutch confessed. "Fuck-Dutch, you have Molly-" Micah barked, not ceasing the movement of his hips however. "Forget about Molly, she can't fill me up like you can!" Dutch took his hands away from Micah's cock, instead using his thighs as leverage to lift himself up to the same level that he was, adjusting himself to the tip of Micah's cock. "I can't boss-I'll get you pregnant-"
"We'll abort it, I don't have any emotional attachment to sperm in my womb." Dutch then slammed himself down onto Micah's cock, letting out a loud, grueling moan. He began riding the younger man, bouncing up and down on his girth. That's when Micah totally gave up on trying to salvage Dutch and Molly's relationship. "-Oh fuck yes Boss! Ride me-Oh hell-You're so warm and tight!" Micah rut into the older man's hot pussy, gripping his firm hips for some stability. "Fucking ride me, Dutch! That's it!" Micah leaned forward, sucking hickeys onto Dutch's neck, tempted by the scent glands. Tempted to bite down and leave his mark, and even more tempted when Dutch begs him to do so. "Do it, mark me. Let everyone know I'm your little Omega whore!" Dutch slammed his cunt up and down, letting out the sweetest little noises as Micah finally bit down, his beard scraping the skin around his scent glands. And he bit down hard.
"Oh yes!" Dutch bucked his hips harder, squeezing the life out of Micah's cock, his body quaking as he feels himself getting closer. "Micah- I'm gonna-"
"Don't worry, Dutch-I'm almost there-Oh, I'm gonna mate you!" Micah could feel his knot expanding inside of Dutch as he released his load into his womb. "I'm gonna-Ohhhhh~!" Micah cried out as Dutch too, squirted sweet, sweet slick all around Micah's cock. "Oh-Micah-I love you.." Dutch whined.
"..I want round two-You're still tight as hell."
"I bet I am, Micah."