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Dick Grayson is having a wonderful dream.
He’s floating on a soft cloud with the sun shining down on his bare skin while angels thrust in and out of his tender pussy. Their cocks rub against every inch of his bare skin, his chest, his stomach, his arms, his hands and thrusting in and out of his mouth. They fill him with their shining golden cum then there’s a new cock to suck and squeeze as they spill warm cum over every inch of his bare body, bathing his skin in light.
His cunt squeezes tight as he cums hard. His alarm goes off and he opens his eyes. He stretches and yawns and looks down.
“Good Morning Tim!” He says cheerfully.
Tim grunts a morning greeting and keeps thrusting between Dick’s legs. His limp greasy hair bounces with the force of his thrusts and he grunts as he buries himself full force into Dick’s pussy.
“Did you shower today?” Dick asks him.
Tim shakes his head and keeps going.
“Tim...” Dick sighs.
He pats Tim on the head.
“You’ve got to take care of yourself Tim.” He says sincerely.
“Gonna...shower...later.” Tim grunts between thrusts.
Dick figures this isn’t his first time round but from his experience Tim is probably close to cumming soon.
“Okay but you’ve got to shower after you’re done, okay?” Dick tells him warningly.
Tim grunts assent again and thrusts faster and faster as he chases his pleasure. Dick lies back and enjoys the feeling of Tim’s long hard cock thrusting into his tender pussy. Tim really was unfairly large for an Alpha his age. No wonder Dick’s dream decided this was the cock of an angel.
Dick sighs and his cunt clenches down on Tim’s cock on instinct alone. He can already feel the warmth of a load of cum inside him, it’s probably Tim’s, Tim likes to fuck him while he slept. He’d had a word about Tim’s sleep cycle before but he can’t deny having his pussy pounded while he slept made for sweet dreams. He just hopes Tim hasn’t been up all night again.
Tim grunts and groans, putting his full force into his thrusting as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. He reaches out and grabs Dick’s chest, kneading Dick’s nipples between his fingers and making Dick moan with appreciation.
He can feel another orgasm building, his cunt eagerly welcoming every roll of Tim’s hips, and his breath panting out with desperate need to be breed. He rolls his hips back against Tim’s thrusts, enjoying the small soft morning sound of skin slapping against skin.
Tim makes a grunt that turns into a growl and shoves in extra hard. His swelling knot presses hard against Dick’s pussy before forcing its way deep inside him. Dick moans and the moan turns into a scream as his cunt clamps down on the thick knot spreading him wide. His clit twinges with waves of pleasure as Tim fills him up against with cum. He needs a moment to catch his breath while Tim waits for his knot to go down.
Dick rubs his womb appreciatively and sighs. He loved the feeling of being filled up with cum in the morning. It felt like an auspicious start to the day.
He stretches out again and pats Tim on the shoulder. Tim grunts and rolls off him. His knot has shrunk down enough for him to pull his cock out and tuck it back into his pants.
“Tim...” Dick calls out to him as he sits up. “Shower.”
“I know!” Tim huffs and leaves Dick’s bedroom. “I like you better when you’re asleep.”
“Love you too!” Dick calls out cheerfully and waves goodbye to him.
He stretches out again, this time going through the proper routine to make sure he’s fully stretched out and limber before he gathers his clothes and heads to the shower himself. He idly fingers Tim’s dripping cum back into his cunt while he washes up. He wants to look nice for his appointment, if he didn’t look presentable the doctor’s would be worried he wasn’t getting enough sex.
The ratio of Omega to Alphas used to be one in three but now it was closer to one in five with warnings it was approaching one in six. If the population was going remain stable, let alone grow, he’d need to have at least four pups before he got too old to have children and ideally as many pups as it took for one of them to present Omega. So far he hadn’t even had one. He was starting to get desperate.
One time he went through a rough patrol right before his appointment and the doctor took one look at his tired eyes and messy hair and bruised face and prescribed him a week in the Breeding Stocks. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, it was nice to take a vacation every now and then, but he’d felt so guilty afterwards that everyone else had to take over his patrol for him. He’d had to make a lot of apologies and he didn’t want to go through that hassle again.
Dick holds up his outfit proudly. It’s one of the latest from the Wayne Fashion line of Omegawear, cute trendy little black straps that showed off his perky tits and a stylish split that ran from them to allow access to his cunt and show off his womb.
It clings comfortingly tight to his skin as he pulls it on and checks himself out in the mirror. He shoots himself a saucy wink in the mirror.
Looking good~!
Dick cheerfully heads downstairs for breakfast. He poses at the top of the stairs.
“What do you think?” He asks.
“...Hrmph...” Bruce barely looks up from his paper.
“You’ve gotten fatter than last month Grayson.” Damian says as he spreads honey from his carefully curated tray of spreads onto a slice of wholegrain toast.
Dick huffs.
“Would it kill you to show a little enthusiasm?” He points out. “You’re going to make an Omega feel unwanted.”
“...You always look good Dick.” Bruce says halfheartedly. “You don’t need me to point it out.”
Bruce untucks his cock, gives it a vigorous stroke to get himself hard quickly, and pats his thigh invitingly. Dick smiles and walks over. He takes a seat on Bruce’s lap and settles his cock comfortably in his cunt. He pours himself a bowl of cereal and adds the milk.
Bruce looks over his shoulder and keeps reading the paper, alternating drinking from his cup of coffee and feeling up Dick’s chest. Dick bounces his hips between spoonfuls of cereal. The milk in his spoon trembles but he tries to focus on eating more than how good Bruce’s cock is. Bruce had been there since he first presented as an Omega, he was the one who booked his first appointment at the Clinic and he even paid for after school tutoring to teach him how to be a good Omega. He was most used to Bruce’s familiar girth and his body moves to please him based on years of memory. He doesn’t need to think about how to move his hips, when to grind back and when to bounce hard enough for the sound of skin slapping on skin to rise above the sounds of breakfast.
Tim comes downstairs yawning.
“Good morning Tim.” Bruce says meaningfully.
Tim just grunts. Bruce gives him a Look over his shoulder. Tim yawns, stretches and pulls up a seat.
“Is there coffee on?” He asks and stifles a yawn.
“Did you stay up all night working on a case again?” Bruce sighs. He rustles the paper and teasingly twists Dick’s nipple.
“...In my defence I didn’t mean to.” Tim yawns again. “If it wasn’t for that last fucking bullet shell I would have been in bed on time.”
He grabs a few slices of toast from the centre and butters them up.
Bruce puts down the paper. His hands go to Dick’s hips, holding them still as he starts thrusting up into him to meet the motion of Dick’s hips.
“Tim, I need you at 100% and that means getting to bed on time.” He says meaningfully.
Dick puts down his spoon. Fuck, Bruce is so good. He loves this cock. He loves this knot. He can’t focus on eating cereal when he feels this good. He breathes out heavily and grinds against Bruce’s cock.
“You know that if I didn’t solve it I was going to be up all night worrying about it anyway.” Tim leans over the table and takes a jar from Damian’s carefully curated spread.
“Don’t you dare, that’s genuine Manuka honey!” Damian protests. “It has to be imported from New Zealand!”
“Honey is honey.” Tim says bluntly, sticking his knife in and wriggling it around.
“Father, Drake is wasting food!” Damian protests, grabbing the rest of his imported spreads and holding them close to his chest like a dragon hoarding treasure.
“I’m eating it not wasting it!” Tim protests and shoves the slice of toast in his mouth.
“It’s wasted on you.” Damian frowns.
“Damian, we can afford honey.” Bruce sighs.
“It’s not about affording it, importing food takes time!” Damian protests.
“You won’t starve if you don’t have your fancy pretentious honey for a few days.” Tim licks a dribble of honey from his lower lip.
“If it’s so ‘pretentious’ why are you stealing it?!” Damian raises his voice.
Dick moans. He should probably be paying enough attention to the argument to at least remember the details for when he’s asked about it later but fuck this is just too good. He grabs the edge of the table to steady himself as Bruce grabs his hips and holds them steady, thrusting into him hard.
The table trembles from the force of the fucking.
“Dick, stop rocking the table.” Tim complains. “We’re trying to have a discussion.”
“I’ve got it.” Bruce grabs Dick and lifts him up, hooking his arms under Dick’s and forcing him to let go of the table.
Dick groans, his head rolling back and moaning loudly as Bruce’s well toned muscular body lifts him up. Every thrust bounces him up in the air, his entire body held suspended by the force of Bruce’s body as he thrusts into Dick’s cunt. He can’t help but moan from the pleasure building inside him in waves. He’s fully on display, everyone at the table can see the way Bruce’s cock was ruthlessly fucking his pussy but no-one cares. He’s suspended in Bruce’s arms, unable to do anything but moan and cum his brains out.
He loses track of the conversation, of anything but the feeling of Bruce’s cock fucking deep into his cunt again and again and again until Bruce grunts into his neck and grabs his hips again, forcing Dick down onto his swelling knot. Fuck, Bruce was so big he feels like he’s going to tear open! He doesn’t feel like he could possibly get it all to fit but Bruce forces it in. His cunt lips stretch so far he feels like he’s going to burst then Bruce is forcing his knot deep inside him. Dick makes soft fluttering little moans as Bruce pumps him full of his potent seed. Bruce lets him rest his hands against the table this time and picks his paper back up.
By the time it takes for Bruce to stop cumming and pull out Dick’s cereal is soggy beyond saving. He sighs and excuses himself to clean out his bowl.
He checks the time, gives Alfred a wave goodbye and heads out for his appointment. He liked to go on a good jog in the morning, he’d heard on the news that going for a run every morning was good for your health and honestly, it wasn’t too far from the manor to the bus stop. Thanks Bruce.
He jogs on the spot while he waits for the bus, scans his bus card after it pulls up and looks around. This wasn’t the most popular route and there’s not as many morning commuters as there were on the city lines but there’s already a few Omegas in their seats. Dick quickly looks around for a free seat. He hates using the hanging handles, Alphas would touch you as they passed but it was awkward to get firm footing enough to get properly knotted.
He walks up to the seats and smiles at the Alpha sitting there.
“Is this seat free?” He asks in his most charming way.
The Alpha looks him up and down and nods. He untucks his cock from his pants and starts to stroke it.
“Yeah, it’s free, just give me a moment.”
Dick politely waits for the Alpha to get warmed up and just manages to slip into his lap before the bus starts up again. The lurching of the bus slams his cunt down the Alpha’s entire length and he has to grab the hand rail above the chair to steady himself.
“Sorry about that.” He apologizes, giving the Alpha a quick apologetic kiss.
“Public transport huh?” The Alpha laughs and raises his hands to touch Dick’s chest. “It takes me twenty to come down so best get to it.”
Dick laughs back and focuses on riding this stranger. It was only polite to thank the Alpha for the seat by getting their knot before their stop and he doesn’t know how long he’s got. He’s going to put his all into this ride even if that means missing his stop and walking the rest of the way to his appointment.
He uses the handrail to hold himself still while he focuses on riding the alpha’s knot. He has had a lot of practise riding the bus every day and he’s proud to say he’s never left an Alpha unsatisfied. He rolls his hips, compensating for the uneven motion of the bus as they drive on. The Alpha’s hands casually roam over his body, feeling his thighs, his ass and his tits.
Dick takes a bit of personal pride in the fact he gets the Alpha to moan before he does. He’s still moaning by the end though when the Alpha finally does knot him and he gets to luxuriate in the feeling of the knot holding every drop of cum inside his pussy. He relaxes as he waits for the Alpha to be done.
Stop by stop the bus fills up. More Alphas and a few Omegas trail in and soon the bus is packed.
Dick ends up chattering with another Omega going into town to do shopping with her boyfriend whose knot she rides all through the trip. He’s almost disappointed when his stop comes up and he has to wave her goodbye.
Every Omega had to go to the clinic every month for a check up. In a city the size of Gotham they were always busy but thankfully the appointments didn’t last long. If there were signs of any serious complications or better yet pregnancy they’d be referred to a specialist doctor.
The big glowing Omega symbol over the door made it clear exactly what the clinic was for.
Dick steps inside and heads to the front desk.
“Hi, I’m Dick Grayson, I’m here for an appointment.” He says with a winning smile.
The receptionist barely look at him as he taps a few keys on his keyboard and brings up his details.
“Was that Greyson with an e or Grayson with an a?” He asks.
“With an a.” Dick confirms.
“There you are, yes we have you scheduled. Take a seat in the waiting room and we’ll call your name when the doctor is ready to see you.”
“Thank you.” Dick smiles politely and heads to the waiting room.
Waiting was always the worst part. There’s a few benches along the side of the waiting room where nervous Omegas who came here with their Alphas ride their knots for comfort as they wait for their appointments. During his earliest appointments Bruce had come with him but Bruce was busy and Dick felt it was childish to ask him to take time out of his busy day just to knot him in the waiting room. He wishes he had a boyfriend, someone who cared enough to come with him to his appointments but as much as he tried he’d never been able to keep an Alpha as long as a month.
He sighs and picks a seat, reaching for the handle at the side and pulling it. The soft plastic dildo, shining slick and freshly lubed, slides into position and he gets it lined up comfortably before settling down. Everyone knows that an Omega wasn’t happy without a cock in their cunt and he’s grateful for the accommodations.
The silicon cock presses firmly into his insides, leaving him feeling comfortably full. It’s not as nice a real cock and it doesn’t have a knot otherwise it’d be a pain to get Omegas to pay attention to when their name was called but at least he was comfortable while he waited. Unlike a real cock he didn’t have to worry about making it cum. He can just relax with it filling his pussy and kill time on his phone.
He idly scrolls through Twitter, occasionally bouncing and rolling his hips mostly out of practise and partially to tickle his g-spot with enough stimulation to keep him from craving the real thing. It still feels like ages before he’s called and he’s idly stroking his clit with one finger when he finally hears his name.
“That’s me!” He says and gets up. He remembers to turn the handle again and the dildo rotates back into the machine. A small ‘cleaning in progress’ light turns on at the front of the machine as it thoroughly cleans then relubes the toy for the next Omega to use the seat.
He smiles at the nurse and follows her down the sterile white corridors to a nondescript door marked with a name plate.
“The doctor will see you now.”
Dick walks in and sits in the examination chair, tucking his feet and arms into the restraint loops that kept him spread open for examining. The clinic doctors saw so many Omegas that you never saw the same doctor enough times to build a bond with them. Bruce could have booked him into a private clinic with a doctor that saw less patients but Dick prefers there not being any special treatment.
“Good morning Mr Grayson.” The doctor says warmly. “How was your day today?”
“Pretty good.” Dick replies cheerfully.
“And how many knots have you had today?” The doctor asks.
“At least three.” Dick confesses. “There might have been more in the early morning but I was asleep for that.”
“Three’s still good.” The doctor says encouragingly. “And you’ve had no negative symptoms, no itching, burning or discharge?”
“No doctor.” Dick tells him.
“Good, good.” The doctor snaps on a latex glove. “Now then we’ll just do some internal tests to make sure everything is okay with your womb.”
Dick tries to relax as the speculum stretches his pussy open wide and the gloved fingers probe inside him. His cunt twinges needily around the fingers. Fingers are too small to satisfy him. The fingers withdraw marbled with cum and the doctor wipes it off on Dick’s thigh.
“All is good there.” The doctor says cheerfully. “How long does it usually take for an Alpha to knot you?”
Dick answers the questions honestly, sometimes pausing to touch his toes or adjust himself in the chair to prove his physical fitness.
The exam itself doesn’t take long but having his pussy prodded and poked without even a knot to make the experience satisfying was exhausting.
Finally after the last scan he is done.
“Mr Grayson I’m sorry to say but you are not pregnant.” The doctor says regretfully and gives Dick’s womb a reassuring pat. “But don’t worry, you still have time. You are young, healthy, fertile. Maybe next month you are more lucky huh?”
Dick sighs, unable to completely hide his disappointment.
“Yeah, next time.” He forces a smile.
“Do not give up hope. As long as you keep getting knotted you will have pups eventually.” The doctor reassures him. He goes over Dick’s file one more time. “Your file says you have an Alpha to pick you up after your appointment, is that still correct?”
Dick nods. He’d texted said Alpha in the waiting room to make sure of it.
“Very good, very good. We give you your shot now. There will be just a little pinch.” The doctor prepares the syringe.
Dick knows, he’s been doing this every month for years, but he still has to will himself to relax as the needle goes in.
“There, all done.” The doctor tells him. “See? Not so bad, just a little prick and you’re good for a month. Now you will be a little hazy, a little drowsy, you may find it hard to think and speak while the medicine works. The nurse here will take you back to the clinic and you can wait for your Alpha. If they don’t turn up in ten minutes please ask the staff for help, alright?”
“Alright.” Dick nods.
The shot was some serious stuff. He already starts feeling fuzzy headed. He stays quiet as he is lead out the front of the clinic. He leans against the wall to steady himself.
Man the shot always hit hard. He can feel the waves of heat already spreading through him, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. He shivers with the feeling of open air on his increasingly sensitive skin. He rubs his thighs together to try and soothe the sudden burning need in his pussy. He feels his clit throbbing desperately. He’s too sensitive to even touch himself and his head feels like its packed with hot cotton wool.
He can’t think a coherent thought. It’s the most he can do to just stand upright and pant needily while slick drips down his trembling thighs.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been but it feels like hours of agony before he hears the motorcycle pull up, though its likely only been a few minutes. He manages to open his eyes, his cheeks flushed and eyes hazy from the Heat inducers.
“Man that stuff really fucks you up huh Dickie?” Jason says as he takes off his helmet. “Come on, let’s go.”
Dick can’t feel his legs. The only thing that leaves his mouth is a needy whine.
“Don’t be such a baby.” Jason sighs.
He steps forwards, grabs Dick bodily and lifts him up. Dick whimpers at the feeling and scent of Alpha so close, Alpha here, Alpha holding him. He can feel himself getting even wetter.
Dick makes a needy little keening sound as Jason puts him down on the motorcycle and straddles it behind him..
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Jason kisses his forehead. “As funny as it would be to leave you all needy like this I’m not that cruel.”
He untucks and directs Dick’s legs around his waist, leaving him splayed out on the still warm fuel tank of the bike before thrusting up and into him.
Dick gasps.
The first fuck after an appointment was always the most intense. His body was so tender and sensitive that even the air made him wet. Actually being touched, fucked into, was so good he can’t even think.
He lays limply against the motorcycle and lets Jason use him like a toy. He’s glad its Jason who came to pick him up. Jason didn’t often involve himself in Pack business any more and Dick missed his knot. He’d grown up to be a fine Alpha no matter what anyone thought.
He groans in pleasure as his sensitive cunt is stimulated to the point of cumming already. His first orgasm hits him like a lightning bolt and pleasure floods his entire body until he’s not sure where the feeling begins and he ends. His cunt tightens around Jason’s cock but the Alpha keeps fucking him. His second orgasm is even quicker, he barely has time to catch his breath before the waves of feeling smash into him again and knock him back under that wave of pleasure.
“I wish it was this easy to keep you quiet all the time.” Jason snarls in his ear.
He grabs hold of Dick’s tits, mercilessly twisting his nipples to make the Omega cry out in mingled pain and pleasure. Dick comes so hard and so easily the afterglow doesn’t have time to face before he’s brutally thrust into another orgasm and another one and another one. He passes out from the overstimulation and wakes up to Jason still ruthlessly fucking his needy cunt without pausing or slowing down.
He can’t even hear Jason starting to pant and he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm but he feels the blinding burst of absolute euphoria as Jason’s knot fills him.
Dick loses track of all time.
By the time he remembers who he is and where he is he’s being held tightly against Jason’s chest as Jason drives them both home. His pussy is still throbbing and twitching from the aftershocks of his first knot of the month. He feels vaguely guilty about getting his slick all over Jason’s nice motorbike before the hum of the machine against his bare clit lulls him back into a hazy bliss.
He dozes blissfully and cums a few more times before Jason pulls the motorcycle to a stop and turns off the engine. Dick can’t help a little whine at the loss of the vibration of his clit. Jason chuckles.
“Up and at ‘em lazy bones.” He scolds.
Dick’s legs as wobbly but he still manages to stand.
“T-Thanks for picking me up Jason.” He manages to say. His voice is a bit hoarse and strained. He must have done a lot of screaming. “You know you can stay a little longer...”
“And deal with Bruce?” Jason snorts. “No thanks.”
His expression softens and he reaches down and pats Dick’s womb.
“But if ever need me or want to just...hang out without everyone else getting in the way you can call me.”
“Okay.” Dick agrees. He spreads his arms wide. “Hug time! Come on, bring it in!”
Jason huffs and rolls his eyes but lets Dick give him a hug.
“Alright, alright,” He pats Dick’s back awkwardly. “I’m getting out of here before the big man chases me off his favorite Omega. Ciao!”
He waves goodbye and heads off on his motorcycle.
Dick waves him goodbye reluctantly. His pussy still feels achingly tender and he wishes Jason could have knotted him one more time but Jason wasn’t entirely wrong about Bruce. Dick doubts it had a cause as simple as Bruce wanting Dick’s cunt all to himself but he was right that if he lingered there’d be a fight.
He sighs and opens the manor door. It’s evening now and there’s still time to kill before patrol. He finds himself heading to the master bedroom to let Bruce know the bad news but Bruce isn’t there. He makes his way to Tim’s room and overhears the unmistakable tones of an argument going on. He’s not going to insert himself into that mess just to tell them he’s not pregnant so he bypasses Tim’s door and heads into Damian’s room.
Damian is sitting at his antique writing desk with a cushion on the equally antique chair so he can reach the desktop. He looks at the papers on the desk with disgust and taps his pen against them.
“Having trouble with your homework?” Dick asks.
Damian jolts out of whatever intense concentration he had on the papers and his expression brightens.
“Richard, did your appointment...are you...?” He stumbles over the words as he tries to find the appropriate way to ask.
Dick gives him a rueful smile.
“I’m afraid not. Looks like you’ll have to endure being the youngest in the Pack a bit longer.” He reaches out to ruffle Damian’s hair.
Damian huffs and folds his arms.
“And how are you doing? Maths homework getting you down?”
“Batcow could do these equations.” Damian huffs. “But ever since Mr Henderson had that meeting with Father I’ve been encouraged to ‘dumb things down’.”
Damian sneers in disgust. He pushes his chair back from the desk and gestures for Dick to approach him.
“Mr Henderson doesn’t set the curriculum.” Dick points out as he settles to his knees. “Come on, you need to destress.”
It’s an old desk designed for an adult, even before the Plague Age they’d left enough room for an Omega to kneel underneath it and still have their mouth at the appropriate height.
Dick never complained but at some point a comfortable cushion had found its way under the desk to cushion his knees.
He deftly untucks Damian’s cock from his pants and leans against his inner thigh. Damian sighs and rests a hand in Dick’s hair. Dick gives his cock head a quick little kiss. Damian stays quiet as Dick moves from kissing to licking and sucking. He eventually sighs and turns his attention back to his homework.
Dick liked sucking cock. These days he didn’t get to do it much unless there was already an Alpha knotting him and he had another to keep warmed up while they waited for their turn to knot him. Damian hadn’t presented yet but by the way his libido had been kicking in recently he would present soon. Dick should cherish these moments while he has them. He hadn’t really touched his own cock since he presented Omega. Cumming from your cock for an Omega was just weak and unsatisfying compared to taking a knot.
Eventually Damian sighs and lets his head fall back. He pats Dick’s head. Dick hears the scratching of Damian’s pen on paper as he tenderly sucks on Damian’s cock.
“...One of my classmates presented Omega today.” Damian tells him in the soft hushed tones of a troubled confession.
“Mhmmm.” Dick hums encouragingly around Damian’s cock as he swallows it to the base.
Unpresenteds didn’t have fertile cum yet so there’s no shame of wasting seed if Damian cums in his mouth.
“We didn’t even have class for the rest of the day.” Damian huffs. “Everyone wanted to touch them, the teacher said we’d all be too distracted to learn so she gave everyone the rest of the day off.”
Dick gets the feeling it’s not the lack of schooling Damian is annoyed by. He can do these problems in his sleep and openly resents the need for him to attend school in the first place. He’d never shown any real concern for the quality of education his peers received except when what was taught was blatantly wrong. His biggest problem right now is when he was expected to ‘show his working’ in line with approved methods for things he’d known for so long the idea that he needed to follow a prescribed method to get the right answer was laughable.
“...Richard.” Damian says quietly. “If I presented Omega...”
He huffs.
“Forget it, it’s stupid.” He says harshly.
Dick lets his mouth pop off Damian’s cock with a wet sound.
“If it’s worrying you it’s not stupid.” He gives Damian’s shaft a long lick. “Are you...worried about being an Omega?” He asks carefully.
Damian’s silence is telling.
Dick sighs. He uses his hand to keep Damian’s cock hard while he alternates talking and licking.
“Look at me Damian, don’t I look happy to you?” He asks, looking directly up at him with his eyes as wide and cute as he can make them.
“Of course.” Damian huffs.
“I can promise you being an Omega feels great.” He promises Damian and gives his cock head a wet suck. “Getting knotted every day, having your pussy stuffed full of cum, it’s just the best feeling in the universe.” He smiles widely and takes Damian’s cock down to its root. “You’ll have a great time getting stuffed full of pups.” He says around Damian’s shaft. “I know I do.”
“That’s not...” Damian squirms. “I’m not worried i won’t enjoy it. You...You always look so happy when Father knots you. I just...”
He flexes his fingers in Dick’s hair.
“When my classmate presented everyone got to touch her and grope her and feel her pussy.” He continues. “And everyone was happy for her and told her she was going to get so many knots and have so many babies because she was so pretty but when I tried to say something...everyone just stared at me.”
He tugs Dick’s hair, forcing his mouth down the length of his cock. He groans as Dick’s tongue works on his shaft before letting up and letting Dick breathe.
“I’m...I’m scared.” Damian confesses. “I’m scared that if I presented Omega...No-one would want me.”
He looks on the brink of crying.
Dick realizes the problem. Damian was, undeniably, very pretty. Both his parents were gorgeous but it was a sharp, intimidating kind of beauty and Damian hadn’t really made any friends in his schooling. His classmates hadn’t known how to handle someone who was smarter than their teacher and had no hobbies he could speak about to civilians. They had nothing to relate to him about and kept their distance out of a vague idea of self-preservation. Damian would never admit it to his father but he was lonely.
“Damian, look at me, if you present omega I guarantee there will be people who want to knot you.” Dick promises, raising one hand like he’s swearing a formal oath. “You’re hot, you’re young, you’re intelligent, you come from a wealthy Gotham family and if your classmates can’t appreciate it they don’t deserve to breed you okay?”
Damian gives him a weak little smile.
“We’re a Pack here.” Dick reassures him. “Even if Bruce won’t knot you there's still Tim and Jason who’d be happy to pump you full of cum every single day.”
“Drake?!” Damian snorts, offended. Dick notes he doesn’t seem nearly as offended at the idea of being bred by Jason. “Why would I want him?”
“Don’t tell your father i told you this but Tim’s cock is huge.” Dick sighs fondly. “It’s like getting fucked by a python. You don’t have to like him to like a knot like that. He cums like a firehose too.”
“Richard!” Damian breaks down and laughs,
“You will get bred if I have to deny my cunt to every Alpha unless you get a knot too.” Dick kisses Damian’s stomach, right above where his womb may or may not be nearly developed. “I’ll go with you to every appointment and while you’re getting knot training I’ll be there to hold your hand while you learn how to milk an Alpha. I promise you won’t have to go through everything alone.”
He gives Damian’s cock another kiss.
“Fine, you have convinced me Richard.” Damian smiles and pushes the omega’s head back down onto his cock. “I don’t know why I’m worrying about this to begin with. There’s only a one in five chance it’ll happen anyway. I should be asking you if you’d carry my pups when I present Alpha.”
“If you present Alpha I promise this cunt is yours for a whole week.” Dick promises him. “No-one else will get to knot me but you and you can go into school and tell all those judgemental jerks that you have your own personal Omega to breed.”
“You are too good to me Richard.” Damian says with a smile. “I...finished my homework twenty minutes ago.” He confesses shyly. “Can you finish me up?”
“Of course!” Dick says around his cock and gets to it.
He’s glad Damian trusts him enough to confide these things in him. Despite how standoffish others saw him as Damian was someone who worried a lot about what others thought of him. He deserved to know that no matter how he presented Dick was going to be here for him.
Dick takes Damian’s cock down his throat enough to choke on it. Damian winces. His hands tighten in Dick’s hair and he even risks a few little thrusts up into the welcoming warmth of Dick’s mouth. A little groan leaves him as he thrusts his hips violently upwards. Dick chokes again and Damian breathes out sharply as he lets go of his hair.
Dick moves in time to Damian’s twitching hips, doing his best to simulate the sensation of fucking into a hot tight Omega cunt. Damian probably will present Alpha, its the statistically higher probability, and if he does Dick will be happy to take his knot along with everyone else’s in the Pack. Maybe Damian will even be the one to get him pregnant. He’d like that.
Damian groans and grabs at Dick’s hair again, roughly holding him down on his cock as he spills into Dick’s mouth. Dick swallows every drop. With no knot to wait for Damian goes down faster than an Alpha and Dick cleans him off and lets him tuck himself back into his pants.
He crawls out from under the desk and stretches out. There’s a knock on Damian’s door.
“Damian. Dinner.” Bruce’s voice calls.
“We’ll be there shortly.” Damian scoops his finished worksheets into his schoolbag and heads out along with Dick.
Bruce’s eyes go to Dick.
“Ah Dick, I didn’t hear you come back from your appointment.” Bruce says awkwardly.
Dick knows Bruce forgot about him but he doesn’t care right now.
“Mhmm, nothing yet.” He confirms.
Bruce’s eyes flicker, he looks like he wants to apologize, but in the end he stays quiet and just goes downstairs to eat.
Dick and Damian join him and Tim at the table. Tim scowls and picks at the food on his plate but he looks up as Dick enters.
“Are you...?” He asks.
Dick pulls a face.
“Not yet.” He winks. “Maybe you can help me with that?”
Tim gives Bruce a look. Bruce scowls into his mashed potatoes. Whatever their argument had been about Dick feels he’d correctly judged that Tim was the one in more need of cheering up.
Dick idly rides Tim while he eats as much as he wanted. Tim is less enthusiastic about his meal.
“Come on, eat up or you’ll be too weak for patrol.” Dick scolds him.
“He’s not going on patrol tonight.” Bruce says, cutting into a slice of roast beef. “He is staying here and getting some rest.”
Ah, that explained Tim’s dour mood. Dick gives him a sympathetic look. Bruce was hard to deal with when he was in Dad Mode but he was right. Going on patrol tired was a recipe for disaster and he’d rather Tim be grounded and grumpy than shot by a supervillain because he’d yawned at the wrong time.
Tim snorts grumpily and thrusts hard enough into Dick’s pussy to make his thighs jiggle. Dick moans. He’s happy for Tim to take out his frustrations on him, a knot would make him feel better about missing patrol.
He takes pride in the fact that gets Tim to knot him, and finishes his dinner, AND still has time for a shower before patrol. He really was an Omega who could do it all huh?
Well...except for the one thing an Omega was meant for...
No, he isn’t going to think about that. He will get pregnant some day and he is going to have so many children.
He gets geared up for patrol. The Nightwing suit was tight fitting but still easy access. There was nothing like a flash of bare cunt from an Omega’s raised leg to make an Alpha forget that leg was coming down on their head. He still felt lonely and empty most nights. He wouldn’t lower himself to riding a criminal’s cock but no matter how boring stakeout was the rest of the Pack couldn’t stop to knot him. Imagine if Batman failed to show up on time to save someone because his knot was stuck in Nightwing. Neither of them could bear the guilt.
Provided patrol didn’t go too badly and neither of them were hurt Bruce would reward him for a job well done with his knot before bed. If either of them got hurt he’d have to do without. It was just one of the many sacrifices he went through as a vigilante.
Dick sighs as he crouches on a rooftop and watches for trouble. This was just a routine patrol. There are no rumblings of a plot going down on the streets, no supervillains escaped from Arkham, no gang wars underway. Just a normal night in the city intimidating pursesnatchers and little more.
Dick sighs again louder. He wishes he could get out more often, he misses his friends in the Teen Titans before he’d presented but an Omega’s place was with the Pack.
He realizes why his thoughts were turning back towards the Titans a fraction of a second before he hears the footsteps on the roof. He spins around, quickly drawing his escrima sticks and getting ready to spring out of the way from an attack from every direction.
Deathstroke used very good camouflage scents, he smelt almost entirely like a normal urban street, but the enhanced sense of smell of an Omega could pick up under the camouflage the traces of his natural scent leaking through. He doesn’t need to see him to know the mercenary is here.
“I swear to God Slade, if you are here for a contract I am going to kick your ass!” Dick hisses at him.
It’s not his best threat but he hasn’t had a knot in hours and that’s making him a bit tetchy.
“I’m not here on business.” Deathstroke leans against a roof-mounted AC unit. Both swords and guns are holsters. “I’m here for pleasure. I heard you had your appointment today, are you...?”
“Not yet.” Dick sighs and relaxes.
Slade did often stop by just to visit, he’d confessed that he missed knotting Dick’s pussy from his Bludhaven days so every now and then he stopped by when he was feeling nostalgic. Bruce hated it but Slade always behaved when he was here for pleasure so Dick didn’t mind.
“Well I have four Alpha kids already, surely that means when I get you pregnant it’ll be an Omega.” Slade smirks and beckons Dick closer.
Dick approaches. He doesn’t bother pointing out that its not how probability worked. Slade’s jokes were never that good anyway. He’d claimed that’s how you knew he was a father.
“It’s been a quiet night.” He tells Slade. “But I’m still on patrol. I shouldn’t...”
“What is wrong with you?” Slade snorts. “An Omega turning down a knot? I should turn you into the authorities.”
He twists Dick’s arm up behind him and sweeps his legs out from under him, pinning him against the rooftop in an oldfashioned presenting position.
“You know its not like that!” Dick protests, flushing pink with embarrassment and quickly spreading his legs.
Slade was one of his few exceptions to his ‘no getting knotted by criminals’ rule. There’s no denying Slade was a criminal but when he’d first presented he’d also been one of the first Alphas to knot him. During his first appointment he’d worried that the doctor would find him pregnant with Slade’s pup. Now...well...he kind of likes the idea of having a little meta puppy. Bruce only had one pup, Tim and Jason had none. Out of the Alphas that knotted him the most often Slade was clearly the most fertile.
Still it feels like cheating somehow, then Slade mounts him and Dick forgets his lingering objections.
It was very hard to find fault in Slade’s cock and if Bruce asks about it he can honestly say he was overpowered by a villain. The fingers of his free hand clench the edge of the rooftop as Slade fucks him like an animal.
“Slade!” Dick moans. “Oh fuck!”
“That’s the plan Birdie.” Slade hisses in his ear.
Dick’s vague idea of protesting that he’s on patrol, he needs to protect people, becomes a moan when it leaves his mouth.
Well, maybe the bright side the moaning of an Omega getting railed would keep crime away from the streets below. What would Bruce think if he saw his ward getting railed across the rooftop like a cat in Heat?
Maybe he should be jealous, a small dark part of Dick thinks, that his cunt loved Slade’s cock just as much as his.
He breathes out a low wavering moan as Slade casually thrusts into him with one arm still keeping his arms pinned against his back. Each thrust rubs his exposed nipples against the rough concrete of the edge of the roof. It’s a brutally rough sensation but Slade knew as well as he did that Dick was a bit of a masochist. He’d keep complaining on principle but he loves it when Slade treats him roughly. He knows what Dick needs and what Dick needs is to be treated like the filthy animal he was.
Dick drools over the rough concrete, his head is perilously close to the edge of the roof but the danger just thrills him more.
His cunt clenches down on Slade’s cock as the pleasure builds and builds inside him as he wishes he could take it in even further until Slade was fucking directly into his empty womb. He grinds back needily against Slade’s hips with desperation to bred.
Come on, come on, cum in me! He begs silently. Fill my empty womb up with your cum!
He desperately rocks back into Slade’s thrusts, trying to find a way to get his cock in deeper and deeper.
“Needy...little...thing!” Slade pants.
Dick feels a shiver of pleasure that he’s effecting Slade this much. Slade was a big, strong, virile Alpha who’d knotted more cunts than Dick had hot meals. It was thrilling to think his cunt was good enough to make him let go.
Slade lets go of the hand holding Dick down and grabs his hips. He thrusts into him hard and fast and Dick swears he even hears the Alpha moan under the symphony of moans he’s making.
Slade wraps his arms around Dick’s hips and holds him tight against him as his knot swells and pops inside him and Dick loses himself to bliss. His breath shudders as he catches his breath.
“Well look at that.” Slade muses.
Dick forces his eyes to open. It takes a moment to focus through the haze of being knotted and take in his surroundings again. Eventually he spots the figure stalking along the street below.
Fuck. Bruce is going to be so disappointed.
He groans.
“Stay still.” Slade tells him. “You wouldn’t want me to miss and accidentally kill someone for free would you?”
He feels Slade move and hears some strangely familiar sounds but with the haze of being knotted it takes the rifle being rested on his shoulder to realize the sound was Slade loading a gun.
Slade was using him as a fucking tripod.
“Hold your breath.” Slade orders.
Dick obeys without thinking, holding as still as possible despite the fact he can still feel Slade’s knot and his cum filling him up.
Slade carefully lines up the shot, holds his own breath, and squeezes the trigger. Dick feels the recoil jerk against his shoulder and smells the sharp stink of cordite. Even silenced the sound of the gun firing so close makes his ears ring.
The shot slams into the brick wall next to the slinking shadow and blows a neat hole in the brick beside his head. The shadowy shape drops their knife as they desperately flee for their life.
“See? I’m behaving.” Slade gives Dick’s rear an affectionate slap. “Pity your Pack Leader’s so much of a hardass. It’s amazing how easy it is to deter crime with a few well placed bullets.”
Slade pulls out and casually fingers a stray dribble of cum back into Dick’s cunt. He tucks himself back in.
“Still I better dip before he comes to investigate.” He gives Dick’s bowed back an affectionate stroke. “Next month...If it’s mine you’ll move back into Bludhaven for me won’t you?”
Dick still feels too knot drunk to focus on much but keeping all that glorious cum inside him. He nods.
“It’s a promise then.”
Dicks knows Slade will hold him to that. He probably figures all he needs is to get Dick pregnant once then he’ll be Wilson Pack Omega for the rest of his life. Dick doesn’t mind as long as he gets to have someone’s pups. He groans and holds his womb as Slade leaves, hoping beyond hope that this time he’s going to have more than just cum in there.
When Bruce radios in on the comms to ask who was shooting Dick is honest. Bruce doesn’t sound happy but it was Slade, he knows from experience that Slade liked to knot him after an appointment to get a headstart on the breeding and what was an Omega to do, not get knotted and fight off an Alpha.
On the drive home Bruce sets the Batmobile to autopilot and knots him on the backseat. He fucks Dick harder than usual and Dick knows he’s trying to replace Slade’s cum with his own but he doesn’t care any more. He’s just happy Bruce is paying so much attention to him.
It’s late at night by the time Dick gets to strip off his Nightwing gear and finally gratefully collapse naked back into his bed. This month’s appointment might not have had the result he was hoping for but he was a good Omega and he was so well loved by his Pack. Tomorrow he’d take even more knots and get filled with even more cum and he’s sure by this time next month he’ll be pregnant for sure.
Dick yawns wide and curls up in his nest. Maybe Tim will visit him in the night again...He thinks hazily as he finds himself drifting back off to peaceful dreams of getting bred over and over and over.