Page 6 of His Prize
Everyone did an amazing job of keeping it together, though. Even though I wasn’t the only one whose trousers were tented after the first few omegas were dragged onto the stage, poked, prodded, humiliated, and eventually auctioned off to their assigned alpha.
Some of the omegas were so convincingly terrified that I worried we’d somehow stumbled into a real slavery situation. But as good as Caden was at playing sadistic auctioneer, he was also good at giving us a few minutes, after particularly appealing omegas, to take a few cleansing breaths and remember it was all a game.
The format worked really well. After the first few omegas, we all got into it, calling out bids and getting wrapped up in the fun. I kept quiet until I was certain none of the omegas being brought out were young enough that I’d coached them or coached teams against them, but it looked like most of the omegas were older and more experienced. Which made sense, given this was basically a beta test.
Once I felt safe, I started throwing around bids and doing things like licking my lips or grabbing my crotch while staring straight at the omegas up on the stage.
I could already tell that the format was popular with the alphas. The ones around me kept breaking character to say things like, “This is awesome” and “Why didn’t they do this sooner?” I agreed with them, and that was before lot number twelve, Darby the older omega with no limits, was brought on stage.
“Next up is this piece of trash we found in a back alley,” Caden announced. “He’s no spring chicken, but he’s still a luscious bird.”
I smiled, my excitement kicking up a notch. Caden was good. Darby was totally my type, older, delicately built, but with a self-assurance in the way he moved that said he was used to playing. Even though he was naked, bound, and as soon as Hamish got him to the center of the stage and yanked his hood off, manhandled.
The fact that Hamish was so rough with him, sticking fingers in his mouth, then donning a glove to show off how wet his hole was, all while Darby made himself pliable and got hard, was further proof that the omega that had been picked for me was right up my alley. I could practically feel how open to play Darby was from halfway across the room. I even balled my hand into a fist subconsciously as Hamish demonstrated how flexible Darby’s hole was, already imagining violating him that way.
“Let’s start the bidding at a hundred thousand,” Caden called out.
I raised my hand right away, but by that point, everyone was so into it that someone upped my bid right away. The bidding war that followed was a ton of fun.
“Five hundred thousand,” I called out on cue, getting really into it. I went with my usual persona for fantasies, the spoiledrich kid who threw around his parents’ money like it grew on trees and who didn’t have a conscience.
The other alphas who were there for fun backed off, but the Dark Fantasies Club plant and I kept at it, taking the bidding higher and higher.
It was pretty clear to me after another couple of bids that Darby thought the plant was the alpha who was supposed to win him. I guessed the other guy looked the part more than me. But that prompted me to call out, “One million!” to bring the bidding to an end.
“One million for this juicy omega?” Caden asked. “That’s all? Any other bidders? You can use this one hard, use him up entirely.”
Everyone else knew the game and kept quiet.
“One million going once, going twice…sold!” Caden called out.
I grinned, hoping my expression was menacing, as Darby shifted his focus to me, his eyes going wide.
I could tell immediately I wasn’t what he’d expected. I never was. But I always had fun proving to my omega fantasy partners that I wasn’t just a babyface. Once they got over that, I always gave them what they wanted. It was why I was one of the top-rated alpha players.
“Mr. Black, come collect your prize,” Caden gestured to me.
I used a false name when playing, of course. Even with the Dark Fantasies Club’s iron-clad confidentiality agreements, I didn’t want my current or prospective schools to catch wind of what I did on my own time.
I made my way up through the other, worked-up alphas to the front of the room. Hamish grabbed Darby’s arm while I did, jerking him to the steps at the side of the stage. Darby gasped as Hamish grabbed him in a bearhug and carried him down the steps. I reached them just as Darby was finding his footing again.
The first thing I noticed when I was close to Darby was his scent. It was like blueberries, but it had a sort of zing to it, like some of those berries might have been tart. I loved it and breathed in noticeably.
“Juicy indeed,” I said. I grabbed his jaw and forced his head up so I could sniff my way up his neck, filling my nose with that scent.
I wanted to start playing with him then and there, pawing and fondling him and generally doing all the things nice alphas definitely weren’t allowed to do with ordinary omegas. The auction was continuing up on the stage, though, and Hamish gave me the signal to take Darby away.
“Come, boy,” I said, grabbing Darby’s arm and yanking him toward a door at the back of the room.
Darby was breathing in short, heavy gasps as we walked through the door and crossed the larger conference room, which was in the process of being decorated for the party scheduled for the second night of the fantasy. It was a little jarring to drag a naked and bound omega through something so ordinary, but the only way we could access the private service elevators to head up to our hotel suites was by breaking the scene a little.
It was actually a good thing because it meant Darby was disoriented by the time we got into the elevator.
“Mmm, yes, you weren’t expecting me, were you,” I said once it was just the two of us, zipping up to the floor just below the penthouses, which had been entirely blocked off for the Dark Fantasies Club.
“N-no,” Darby stuttered, shaking slightly.
“No, Sir,” I snapped at him.
