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The process of bitching an Omega could take years. Most bitchtamers started around puberty, targeting isolated preteens just getting an interest in sex. By the time the Omega had been properly bitched, they were already nearly an adult. And if a devoted, whoreish, hyperfertile adult was what you wanted then Arthur supposed that that was a good plan. But he was part of a different school of thought, one that knew that the younger you started the better because it meant years of a sweet little thing devoted to your cock who didn’t know any better than to let you bitch their children, too.
As a single Alpha it would have been suspicious for him to adopt, but he had no interest in a co-parent poking around and having opinions about what he did with his bitch. So while he slept around in order to obtain a child, any Omega whose scans didn’t confirm an Omega pregnancy was secretly poisoned to lose the child and then forced to sign an NDA. And when some French model he slept with finally confirmed an Omega, it wasn’t hard for him to arrange for the man to die in childbirth so he was left alone with his sweet, beautiful Alfred.
His lovely new mate was so responsive to his touches, even from birth. As he loaded the baby up into his car, he’d pretended to change his diaper so he could lube up his fingers and rub his newborn’s clit and slip the tips of his fingers into his tiny pussy. He had just been meaning to play with the boy for his own pleasure, but he was delighted to find that the boy was sensitive enough to cum from his attention. His little pussy even trickled a bit of slick as it pulsed around the tip of his ring finger. That’s when he knew he’d been blessed with the perfect bitching candidate.
The true training started as soon as he got Alfred home alone. Because to bitch an Omega you didn’t just have to bring them pleasure over and over again, you had to introduce them to the taste and the scent of an Alpha. And the best way to do that was to cum in their pussy and mouth as often as possible, and cover them in your seed when you could.
So Arthur laid his new son down on the changing table, which was really more of a sex table where Arthur would also change him that had been adjusted to dick height instead of slight above waist. He checked first that his son hadn’t soiled himself yet, not that he would be opposed to drinking his sweet young Omega’s piss, before happily slotting his face between the baby’s thighs and feasting. He was still wet from his orgasm in the hospital parking lot, and Arthur happily licked it all up before bringing Alfred to the second orgasm of his life. Then, while his little pussy was still cumming, Arthur pressed the slit to his little hole and jerked himself off until he spurted cum into his son. His erection didn’t even lag, because the sight of his cum leaking out of his newborn’s pussy was too hot to go soft to.
So he moved to Alfred’s head, stroking his cock over his baby’s face as he looked down into sweet blue eyes that looked back up at him with the utmost trust. Like the little thing couldn’t even fathom Arthur hurting him. It was so fucking hot to know that he was going to bitch him anyway. He pressed the tip of his cock to the baby’s lips, smiling when the Omega latched onto it and sucked like he thought it was a nipple. Arthur’s head spun, so turned on he couldn’t even think straight. Such an innocent, and he was corrupting him fully.
When he came in his son’s mouth, most of the semen spilled out of the baby’s clumsy mouth and got on his face, neck, and chest. Arthur groaned, still hard because it was so hot seeing his infant son covered in cum. He had to get off again, and those chubby, soft thighs had been calling to him. He wrapped Alfred’s legs around his cock and thrust against the baby’s pussy, making sure to grind his cock into the boy’s clit with each pass. He felt Alfred cum again a few times, a good sign that he was sensitive and good stock to be bitched.
When his cock was wet with slick from multiple orgasms from his child, he came too, covering Alfred’s chest, stomach, and legs with semen. He spent some time rubbing it into all of his immature scent glands so that whenever Alfred smelled himself, he smelled semen. It would teach the child to associate Alphas, sex, and cum with his sense of self. His entire ego would revolve around Alpha pheremones eventually if he was raised like this, thinking of nothing but sex and Alphas.
He also mixed cum and sometimes piss into Alfred’s formula, to get him used to drinking down both. The sweet little thing never complained, even once drinking down a straight bottle of Arthur’s piss with no milk in it. Arthur had been so turned on that he’d jerked off onto his son’s sweet face.
And so it continued, Arthur regularly using his baby’s body to get off and feeding him cum and piss, and making him cum multiple times a day. By the time he was able to walk, Alfred had taken to masturbating constantly, always with a pudgy little hand rubbing his clit or rubbing his pussy on a stuffed animal. And he was more aware of what his father was doing to him now, wiggling eagerly on the changing table when it came time to cum on and in him. He’d even started actively sucking Arthur’s cock, licking and suckling at the head not out of instinct, but just knowing that’s what his Daddy wanted him to do.
By three years old, Arthur had introduced him to porn as a form of entertainment. Instead of cartoons, Alfred watched taboo hentai that catered to Arthur’s darkest fantasies and was encouraged to masturbate to it. He was even given an egg vibe for his third birthday and shown how to use it on his clit, which had started to grow puffy and swollen from all the attention they both gave it like a bitch’s clit should be.
He’d also given Alfred blanket permission to touch his cock, and the little boy was eager to use it. He’d grind on him while watching his shows, or suck him into his little mouth when he was feeling anxious as a way to tell his father he needed comfort. When he had a nightmare and got truly scared, Arthur often found the little boy’s face buried in his crotch, sucking Arthur’s balls while he jerked off his father’s cock. The bitching was working, Alfred’s sense of safety and mental wellness were starting to revolve entirely around sex.
Another sign that the bitching process was working came one day when he was holding a wand up to his son’s clit until he passed out from pleasure as a punishment for stealing from the cookie jar. The three year old was more then ten orgasms deep into his punishment, delirious with pleasure, when suddenly a thick stream of liquid spurted from his little cunt.
“Did I just pee!?” Alfred asked, shocked.
“No, love, you squirted. It means you felt really good. It’s a good thing, it means the bitching is going well. You’ll start to squirt more and more soon.” Arthur assured him. Alfred was still being punished, so he pressed the wand harder into his clit and started rubbing in small circles, smirking in satisfaction as Alfred orgasmed and squirted again.
That was when he started inviting over other Alphas with similar tastes to him.
“Have you ever tasted a toddler’s squirt?” He’d asked his old college friend Gilbert over drinks one night.
“Haven’t been lucky enough. Why? Is Alfred squirting?” He’d asked. Arthur nodded, checking to see that their private booth was still empty before passing Gilbert his phone and playing a video of his young son rubbing his cock head between his pussy lips and over his clit until the tiny boy came with a moan and a thick, strong stream of squirt wetted Arthur’s cock before the dick in his hand jumped and spilled cum onto his little hole. The video ended with Alfred’s little pussy dripping cum and squirt.
“Name your price.” Gilbert said, his eyes dark with lust and trained on the screen where the video had stopped on a shot of the toddler’s wet pussy.
“Forgive all my poker debts and you can have free mouth access to my son. Eat his cunt whenever you want, and drink his squirt and piss too if it pleases you. I know I greatly enjoy making Alfred piss in my mouth.”
“Young Omega piss is lovely.” Gilbert agreed. “Throw in pissing on him and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Done. He loves being a urinal, he’ll be happy to oblige.” Arthur agreed.
“You’re damn good at this, Arthur. Maybe I’ll buy one of the bitch’s pups off of you for myself.” Gilbert said with a grin, lighting up a cigarette.
“Hopefully you won’t have to wait long, friend.” Arthur had said, raising his drink and grinning back.
They’d gotten drunk and Arthur had brought Gilbert back home with him, explaining to Alfred that he was going to be a prostitute tonight, like the little boy in his favorite hentai. Alfred had lit up and smiled so sweetly at Gilbert that Arthur thought he could just die. His son was such a cute little whore.
“Please let me serve you with my body, Alpha.” Alfred said demurely, trying to copy the shota from his show.
“Fuck you’re a cutie.” Gilbert grinned. “Sit on the couch, I’m going to lick your cunt until you squirt down my throat and then I’m gonna piss on you to mark my territory like the bitch dog you are.”
Alfred looked up at Gilbert like he was smitten, drawing his lip between his teeth and rubbing his thighs together. “Yes, Alpha~”
Gilbert hiked the three year olds legs over his shoulders and dove in, groaning as he licked up the light, pure, innocent flavor of a child’s pussy. Alfred moaned unabashedly as he was eaten out, grinding his wet cunt on the German’s face until his pale skin glistened with child slick. The child was loud in his pleasure, having been taught from an early age that they lived somewhere no one could hear him and his Daddy loved hearing him moan and scream.
Arthur stroked his cock as he watched his friend eat his child out, the little boy’s eyes rolling back in his head and his tongue lolling out as he drooled. He came quickly the first time, already worked up enough to wet Gilbert’s face with squirt. But the German wasn’t done with him, adding fingers in his pussy to make him cum again and again. He lapped up his slick and squirt, forcing Alfred into 6 back to back orgasms until he was satisfied.
The three year old lay boneless and stupid on the couch, unable to even move his body as Gilbert pointed his softening cock at him and started pissing on him. Alfred shuddered and give a plaintive, tired moan as he was covered in Gilbert’s thick dark piss. The masochistic little slut managed to move just enough to direct his overstimulated cunt under the stream so Gilbert was pissing on his pussy. When Gilbert directed the stream up to his face, Alfred moaned and let it get all over his face before opening his mouth to enthusiastically drink the rest.
Arthur let him take a nap there in the muddle of piss and squirt he’d fallen asleep in on the couch, knowing that sleeping surrounded by the scent of sex and piss would only hasten the bitching process.
It was also at three that Arthur finally got to have full penetrative sex with his son. Alfred had become obsessed with a new hentai series Arthur had found. Arthur had gotten it because the main man/boy couple was into BDSM and he wanted to get Alfred used to the idea of being tied up, spanked, and dominated for pleasure. But it was the scene with one of the little Beta girls that caught his son’s attention most.
There was a point in the show where the girl gets kidnapped and repeatedly raped, and Arthur was delighted to find his son playing that scene back again and again and masturbating furiously to it. He was even more overjoyed when he asked what his son wanted for Christmas and the little slut said he wanted his Daddy to rape him.
He invited a man from work, Ivan, who he knew was a serial rapist and would enjoy forcing himself on a child even though he usually raped adults. Ivan helped him plan it all out, snatching Alfred while he was sleeping Christmas Eve and blindfolding him and tossing him in the back of Ivan’s van. Alfred hadn’t been expecting a second person and was clearly scared, but when Ivan ripped his clothes off he complied quickly, his pussy sopping wet by the time Ivan had shredded his pants and forced his legs open.
Arthur let Ivan go first, even though it was his bitch’s virginity and he had a right to it. But Ivan was huge, and Ivan was brutal and enjoyed causing pain, and it would give Alfred the more authentic rape experience. Besides, the thought of having Alfred after he was already stretched out on another Alpha’s cock because the boy was a whore to be passed around was insanely hot.
It was also insanely hot that he could tell that Alfred came as his virginity was taken. He’d memorized all of his son’s orgasm expression, and when Ivan’s huge cock was shoved into his virgin pussy in one brutal thrust actively meant to hurt and tear him, he got the kind of stars in his eyes he only got when he had a truly mindblowing orgasm.
Blood flowed from his wrecked little cunt, but Alfred seemed to be having the time of his life, moaning loudly and bucking his hips into Ivan as best he could when the man was actively holding him down to brutally fuck him. Ivan thrust into the child’s body as hard as he could, battering so hard at Alfred’s cervix Arthur was amusedly worried it would bruise.
Alfred only got more needly and pleasure-drunk as Ivan slapped him hard across the face a few times, called him a whore, and then started choking him. Not kindly, not sanely, but in a way that could easily kill him if Ivan went too far, truly cutting off his airflow as the adult used the child’s body for his every sick pleasure. In response, Alfred just started squirting in regular intervals, like he just kept cumming and cumming from the rough treatment.
At one point Alfred passed out, but all Ivan did was move his hand from the boy’s now darkly bruised throat to keep fucking him like a sex doll he hated. He slapped the child a few more times, the boy’s head whipping back and forth, but Alfred didn’t wake up even as his bloody, battered little pussy was pounded into like a battering ram. The squirting didn’t stop either, Alfred’s body continuing to orgasm regularly as he was brutally raped.
Ivan thrust in harder than ever, grinning and announcing he’d pushed past Alfred’s cervix as he came directly in the boy’s womb, his pussy still cumming and milking his rapist’s cock. When Ivan pulled out a stream of blood and thick cum oozed out of the boy’s tiny, twitching hole. Alfred’s used up body seemed to give up, his bladder failing him as a stream of sweet child piss arced from his pussy to wet Ivan’s softening cock.
Arthur didn’t even wait for his son to wake up, thrusting into his bloody, bruised pussy. It was loose from Ivan’s enormous cock and brutal fucking, slippery with blood and cum and Alfred’s own slick. He felt so loose and used up, only the second cock he’d ever taken and he was already a stretched out whore. Arthur had never felt more pleasure than rutting into his passed out son’s rape-gaping pussy. He let his cum mix with Ivan’s and with Alfred’s blood, admiring the mess they’d made of his son’s cunt.
When Alfred woke up, he beamed at them dreamily. He couldn’t talk because of the damage to his throat, but he gingerly caressed his abused cunt with a dopey look of satisfaction on his face. When he’d gotten his voice back, he’d begged for them to do it again. Ivan had thrown him down onto all fours before he’d even finished asking and fucked him again just as hard and selfish and Alfred had orgasmed almost continually the whole time, moaning like the little whore he was.
Ivan started paying Arthur a handsome sum and in exchange, he could snatch Alfred out of the house and rape him whenever he wanted as long as he gave Arthur a heads up.
Once Alfred lost his virginity, the bitching process sped up significantly. Alfred was always begging to be fucked, or ride him, or for Arthur to invite one of his pedo friends over. The boy had become completely sex crazed since getting a taste of cock in his little pussy. Arthur woke up almost every morning to his son riding him, and went to bed almost every night after fucking him several times to get him to calm down and sleep. The boy was even so needy sometimes that he demanded to be his father’s cocksleeve, sitting on the couch watching his hentai shows with Arthur buried deep in his guts.
He went into heat for the first time at five, waking Arthur up and complaining about being so horny it hurt. Arthur smelled it immediately and cheered inside, knowing that all of his work had finally paid off. Alfred had been bitched, forced into a state of complete sexual submission to Alphas and groomed into paraphilia. And now the culmination, a heat at five years old marking his hyperfertility. A bitched Omega’s body was always desperate to breed, releasing eggs whenever the womb sensed the presence of sperm, not just during regular ovulation.
Arthur invited over everyone he could think of that would want to fuck a five year old in heat. This was a momentous occasion and he wanted all of his child-loving friends to experience it. In the end there were 15 Alphas in the breeding party, passing around the heat-drunk child like a party favor. Alfred was so out of it that he was hardly even aware, just moaning and whining mindlessly as one Alpha fucked and knotted him and then handed him off to the next.
At one point Ivan decided that they weren’t using him efficiently enough and shoved his cock into the little boy’s ass. Alfred came hard, screaming in pleasure and pain as Ivan ripped another one of his virgin holes open violently.
“Fuck!” Ivan’s partner Yao groaned as he thrust deeper into Alfred’s pussy. “He’s fucking milking me, he’s cumming so hard. The little bitch really likes pain!”
Alfred passed out as Ivan and Yao kept fucking him between them, Alfred’s ass bleeding around Ivan’s shaft even as his pussy squirted eagerly onto Yao’s dark pubes. The boy didn’t wake up even as both Alphas simultaneously knotted the holes they were fucking, stretching the child obscenely over them and tearing his brutalized ass even more.
“God I haven’t had this much fun since we raped and killed your little sister.” Yao chortled at Ivan. “Shame she had to die, she had a good pussy.”
“Ah she was still good for a while after, I don’t know what your hang up is.” Ivan rolled his eyes. “They don’t start smelling for a while if you keep them cold. And she stopped biting after, so that’s a plus.”
“Hm maybe I’ll try it next time. I’ve had my eye on one I think might give us trouble. If we have to kill him, I’ll give his corpse a whirl.” Yao shrugged.
“That’s the spirit!” Ivan grinned. “Waste not, want not!”
Arthur shuddered in dark ecstasy. If Alfred tore too much and died from Ivan raping his ass, he decided he should keep the body for a while.
But Alfred didn’t die. Instead, he swelled with new life. So close in age to the child growing inside of him that it would only take being held back one year for Alfred to be in high school at the same time as his child. Arthur went mad for him, so turned on by the thought of a pregnant kindergartener that he couldn’t help but grab him and fuck him nearly every time he saw him. Not that Alfred was complaining, the pregnancy was making him incredibly horny and he was always begging for cock.
The sight of a big pregnant belly on such a small child was obscene. He looked unnaturally bloated, and the constant reminder that Alfred was far, far too young to be a mother had Arthur in a constant state of hardness. Especially as his little tits started to fill up with milk and swell a bit into cute tiny mounds that almost qualified as A cups.
Arthur, on a whim, made Alfred milk himself into his morning tea. But watching his son gasp and squirm as he squirted his breast milk into his father’s drink made him decide he wanted him to do it every morning. And so every morning Arthur started his day with a child’s breast milk and then a round of sex with Alfred spread out over the breakfast table.
The pregnancy ended almost too soon for Arthur’s liking, who had grown very fond of Alfred’s knocked up state. Made worse by the fact that their first child was not another pretty, bitchable Omega but an Alpha they named Matthew. Oh well, he’d just have to breed his son again as soon as he recovered from the birth.
“You know,” He said to Alfred as the boy smiled down at their son adoringly. “Matthew is an Alpha. Do you know what that means?” Arthur asked his eldest son. Alfred tilted his head and then shook it no.
“Well, Alfred, what have I taught you about your relationship with Alphas?” Arthur asked patiently. Alfred’s face lit up in understanding and he nodded with a big smile.
“I serve them above anything else and I let them fuck and breed me whenever I want and I do whatever they say, especially sexually!” Alfred answered. “So that means I gotta let Mattie fuck me when he’s bigger, right?”
“Yes, exactly. It’s your job as his mother to take care of his sexual needs, just like you take care of his physical needs.” Arthur nodded. “How about you nurse him? He needs to eat, and to learn how to pleasure your nipples.”
Arthur sat with his sons as Alfred opened up his robe and let the baby latch on to his tiny five year old teat, that nevertheless easily produced milk for the infant. Arthur reached over and pinched and played with the other nipple as his younger son sucked, sucking and licking at Alfred’s neck to turn him on. When Alfred started clutching the baby and moaning, he knew he’d achieved his goal.
“It feels good when he sucks your tit, doesn’t it?” He asked sensually, kissing his neck. Of course Alfred’s brain was just muddling the pleasure of an adult Alpha touching him and his infant son suckling at his breast, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Y-yeah.” Alfred whimpered. “Matties’ mouth feels real good.”
Arthur grinned, knowing that the cycle would continue to repeat and his beautiful Alfred would know nothing but debauchery and paraphilia for the rest of his life.