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Nate is quick to realise that Jo is basically very scared. Which is not very hard to get since his scent rot of anxiety.
What is most difficult to comprehend is what exactly Jo is anxious about.
Four days in and Jo has maybe said 50 words in total, and the majority of them has been ‘yes, alpha’ so in Nate's head it is like 20 words in total.
It kind of sucks, but Nate reminds himself that is normal. That just because Jo is scared in general, doesn’t imply that he is scared of Nate in particular. That Jo is a sheltered omega, with no real family track and that very likely has been raped by an alpha like Nate not even a year ago. That has been abandoned, pregnant, Nate’s blood boils just at the thought, and that has lost his child.
So it’s normal that Jo is still wary and if Nate moves a little too fast he looks ready to be hit. It’s normal, but fucking sad and fucking frustrating because nothing of what Nate is trying to do seems to help. And he feels like a shitty alpha.
“I need to make a phone call now.” Nate caresses Jo’s cheek on the back of his hand. Nate has tried to postpone this moment the longest he could, because the first time he has left Jo alone for more than ten minutes he has found the omega curled in a crying ball.
Jo looks back at him with those big sad doe eyes.
“I will not leave the house, but it’s private and I need you to stay in your room.” Nate of course has set a room in the house for Jo. Inside everything is soft and padded. There are chests with plushies, games and all sorts of omega toys.
Nate has just finished to scent-mark Jo, dressed him in one of his T-shirts to help him feel less alone. Nate has considered the idea to put a scruff collar on him to keep him plain and easy, but he needs to start training Jo in handling some time alone.
At some point, too soon, Nate will have to return to work, and even on road trips. Jo cannot be at his side all the time. So it’s better to start soon, with a short amount of time and in a controlled environment.
“You have all your toys here, you can use them as much as you like.” The o-toys that can be used unsupervised it’s nothing particularly fancy. Mostly they are different variations of chewing toys, scented plushies, sensory fidgets toys for their sensitive palms and glands and occasionally some small plug or vibrator toy, but nothing strong enough to make them orgasm. That it’s up to their alpha. They are thought of as smoothing items more than sexual.
Nate indicates the water column, turning Jo’s head by the chin to make sure that he sees it too. “That’s for water, you can drink when you are thirsty. Do you remember how to do it?”
Nate always makes sure to reinforce the rules he has put for Jo. There are not many and his first approach (you can do what you want, just not cooking alone and tell me when you want to go out) had been too lax and made Jo panic. So Nate has changed tactics and told him explicitly what he can do and what not.
Jo is quick to nod. Nate scratches behind his ear.
“Show me?”
Jo nods to more or less everything Nate says, so it’s not very reliable as an answer. Usually Nate uses Jo’s scent response as the real answer. Right now Jo’s scent is anxious, and that’s probably because Nate is going to leave alone for a while, but it can also be because he doesn’t really remember how to drink from the column and doesn’t want to tell Nate for some reason.
Maybe the omega fears that Nate will lose his patient since he already had explained how to drink.
Again Jo nods before walking over the column and after a last temptive look over Nate, at which Nate nods encouragingly, he kneels down and takes the soft silicone straw between his soft lips and gives a small suck. He immediately turns to Nate to see if he has done well.
“Good boy, so smart to remember.” Nate rewards him. “That’s very good. And you can drink if you are thirsty.” He remembers him again.
There is a minifrige in the room too. But Jo is not allowed to touch it, and remains with him before. He shouldn’t get hungry, Nate has just given him a small snack and changed his diaper even if it was clean.
He is going to check it soon after he finishes his call.
Nate checks the watch. Two minutes to his appointment with his therapist.
“Tell me your rules, Jo.”
Jo squirms a little from his place on the padded floor. “To stay in the room unless there is an emergency, like fire or I get hurt. I can drink the water and play with the toys. Not open the fridge and the white cupboard."
Nate nods. “And?”
Jo looks a little lost. Nate patiently waits while Jo searches for the answer. “To wait for you, alpha?” He sounds so scared and insecure.
Nate cups his face. Nuzzling him. “That’s right. When that number shifts I will come back.” he indicates the second number of the digital clock.
He is teaching Jo to read the hour. He is fairly good with the digital ones, but the analogics are quite a lost cause right now.
Nate’s ultimate goal is to teach Jo to read. Jo can already read, more or less. He knows the alphabet at least. And he can read single words, but very very slowly.
But Nate has found out that Jo really likes when Nate reads for him. So he thinks that his omega would like to read on his own.
Nate’s mum doesn’t know about this little plan of course. His dad doesn’t know how to read or write. Cale can in small part, he can even do some simple math, mostly to keep track of his points.
Nate has passed a whole road trip to make him understand that 100 is like 10 with a plus zero and how to do the sums with hundreds. It took a lot of time and patience, with the others except Gabe making fun of Nate, but at the end Cale got it and his smile, the biggest Nate has ever seen, has been more than enough to make his efforts worth it.
So Nate is convinced that omegas can read and write and count as well as the others, simply nobody has ever taken the trouble to teach them.
With a last kiss on the forehead, Nate goes out.
*
The call with his therapist is good. Nate mostly talks about Jo and how Jo is settling, and how Nate is feeling about everything.
When his therapist asks him if he has seen some improvement in his temper, that recently had taken a bad trend, Nate is very happy and relieved to say yes.
He and Jo have gone shopping the other day and Nate never had the instincts to snap some heads off just because he was near another alpha in a common space.
*
It’s a relief to state that Jo hasn’t cried in this hour. He finds his omega on the nest, curled around a dog plushie, eyes locked to the clock. He immediately sits up when Nate opens the door and rushes at his side.
Relief invades Nate’s nose.
Jo is relieved that Nate has kept his word and returned when he said.
Nate can’t help but to hug him back.
“What did you do?” he asks when they separate. Jo indicates a half made puzzle. It’s a simple landscape with not even 100 pieces. Nate eyes it before asking if he wants to finish it together.
Jo nods enthusiastically.
*
Nate has already decided that he would reward Jo that evening. He already had given him a treat before the puzzle, and after the puzzle they did some of the exercise that the doctor has prescribed to Jo for strengthening the pelvic floor after the birth. After he has Jo nap a little, he gets tired very easily, they have done some training.
Jo is already house trained. Nate is still keeping him in mittens because better safe than sorry, and it’s only the fourth day that Jo is with him. But the omega knows, because he has never tried, that he can’t open the kitchen cabinets and that he is not allowed on some type of furniture, like tables or the kitchen top.
Jo even knows how to brush his own teeth, even if Nate still checks after, and to wash himself. Cale, for example, has no idea how to wash himself and seems to have no interest in learning how to.
They have to work on commands though as they just did. Jo is clearly exhausted again, but he has been very good as always, always trying his best, and between that and the alone time of before he deserves a big reward.
Nate had Jo splayed against him. Nate is wearing a pair of joggers and a T-shirt that will need to be washed after, while Jo is naked except for the soft collar around his neck, the mittens and the belt.
Just for being on Nate’s lap, legs spreaded, with Nate’s hands on him, there is already a darker spot on the alpha pants and Jo’s breath is a little faster.
“You have been a very good boy for me today.” Nate says in Jo’s ear mouthing the soft skin of the neck there. He can’t wait to sink his own teeth on the light scar that there already is, and mark Jo as his.
“So you deserve a very good reward, don’t you think?”
Jo humps unconsciously on his leg and makes a sound that is a moan and a rumble. Nate loves it.
He careers the belt. He is waiting for Jo to gain some weight before ordering a custom made one. For now he has bought (took him almost two hours to decide which model was the best one) a type that is both made of cloth and silicone. The part around the hips is of pure, padded, pure cotton, that doesn’t cut the skin and at the same type is not uncomfortable to wear under the clothes. The component is in direct contact with the genitalia, so the cock cage (that yes is custom made) and the piece that cap his vagina, are made in silicone. It’s thought of for a long period of wearing while guaranteeing hygiene and the ‘natural body functions of waste’ as the shop assistant has phrased.
In four days Nate has taken it off only for the time of cleaning and changing it.
Of course he milks Jo. Daily. But it’s not the same.
He ghosts the cage, taking in hand the cocklet, not really squishing it, before going up to Jo’s belly and then more up to his chest.
Jo’s breath goes a little erratic.
The second day of Jo’s arrival, Nate has seated them down, and read a long list of sexual activities, and ranked Jo’s interest in them by his scent response. Using that as a starting point Nate is almost sure that Jo will like a lot what will come.
“I will play with your tits for a while.” He grasps them. A pouring of silk spills out the borders of the pussy lock. Yes, Jo definitely likes the idea. And Nate still hasn’t said the best part, but he will keep it a surprise for later.
Jo chest is still particularly soft and a little swollen for the tissue expansions for the milk. The glands have not yet completely returned to their original size, still a little puffy, with stretch marks all around the boob.
The doctor where Nate has brought Jo for a check up because he didn’t particularly trust what is written on his medical file from the shelter, among other things, told him to be extra careful with that area. No wood and no hard hits.
Nate takes some lubricant from the bottle he has put close (with dry towel, tissues, some water and treats for later) to wet his fingers.
Jo answers beautifully to it. He squirms and mewls and purrs and cries a little, but his scent is blossoming so Natte doesn’t get worried about it. He likes a little pain Nate discovers. Likes when Nate pinch the nipples a little harder, when he digs a nail.
He had a spasm so hard that for a second he risked falling when Nate had turned them in the opposite direction. Nate doesn’t correct him when he tries to touch his pelvis. Between the mittens and the belt is impossible.
But before passing at the second part of the reward, Nate ties his hands behind the back.
His pants are soaked despite the belt and when he carefully arranges them off, a spurt too big for being only silk comes out.
“Did you cum baby? Just for me to play with your tits?” Nate asks, a little marveled. Jo is blushing from the base of his neck to the tip of his hair. He nods a little shy. Like he is not the slut he is.
“Yeah?” Nate is so glad to have found at the first try something that Jo likes this much. “What a slut. So easy.” Jo moans.
Nate takes the clamps. “Do you know what these are?” He patiently waits for Jo to look down and focus on them. Slowly he shakes his head.
“They go here.” He barely touches the oversentive nipple that Jo shivers. “And they pinch a little, like I did before with my hands.” He demonstrates taking the same nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezing. Jo’s toes curl on the floor.
“Like this until I take them off.” Nate frees him. “So I can have my hand free and play with your sweet pussy and your cocklet. Would you like that?”
Jo is behind talking, but he tries. He bubbles something while nodding.
Nate has set the claps to a starting level. They are going to pinch a little, but less than how Nate was doing before. He doesn’t want to overwhelm Jo too much at their first session.
Nate makes him cum three times. He fingers him with two and then three fingers. Doesn’t touch his butt hole because from the scent reaction Jo doesn’t seem to like it. His scent went all wrong when Nate attempted to put a plug, mostly because they say to keep every hole of an omega stuffed to keep them happy, and never tried again after Jo hadn’t nodded when he asked him if he liked it. He didn’t even shake it, but he didn’t neither nod.
Nate is not particularly interested in anal. He thinks it’s silly to go for another hole that is not made for that, when there is one available and literally built for it.
And even if he was interested he wouldn't push his way over Jo.
He stops when Jo’s scent goes bad indicating painful overstimulation. His purpose was to reward his omega, so he stops.
Jo is a sleepy puddle of tears, sweat and silk. Nate is rock hard in his pants and quickly jerks off over Jo’s belly because one now he can focus more easily on his omega and second it was kinda painful.
Jo sips the water from his cup with eyes closed. His scent is calm and happy. Seated. And Nate is very proud to be the one that has made that happen.