Page 9 of His Gift
I nodded to Denny and started off in the direction he’d indicated, my heart in my throat. I wasn’t really doing this, was I? I wasn’t kinky or even particularly free with sex. Everything I was doing was so out of character.
Then again, I knew probably better than anyone that Caden and Hamish were some of the best guys out there. They did incredible work in the community. I donated my own, personal money to their causes on a regular basis, so I knew nothing that was going on at Kincade Slopes could be truly wicked.
The conference room was set up almost like any lecture or workshop I’d ever attended, which was weird. There was a small stage at the front of the room with a podium and a large, black cube, but that was it. I took a seat at the end of one of the rows of chairs and opened my dossier.
The first thing that struck me, and it struck me hard, as I pulled out the papers inside was the picture of the omega I’d been paired with. His smiling face instantly stared back at me. I knew the face. It was the young, homeless omega I’d run into as I’d left the DFC offices the other day. His wide-eyed, innocent expression had a sweetness to it that had been absent the day we’d met.
As I started to read his details, my face heated with shame. Enzo O’Neill. He wasn’t homeless. He wasn’t as young as I’dthought he was, either. He was twenty-three, lived and worked in Norwalk, and his papa had died back in the spring. He’d been the primary caregiver for his papa for years, and according to what Caden and Hamish wrote in the file, his dad was a deadbeat. My heart ached for him.
An entirely different part of me ached as I read on. Enzo liked light impact play, but he mostly enjoyed extreme submission, including being fisted. He produced above-average volumes of slick and liked cock-warming and being restrained while he was fucked.
I swallowed and had to adjust the way I was sitting so my swelling cock wasn’t blatantly obvious to everyone walking by. Then again, I spotted more than a few pairs of tented trousers as I quickly glanced around the room to see if I was too conspicuous. It was just that I’d never had such personal information about an omega, about anyone, thrown right at me like that. He liked being fisted? Wasn’t that up there at the top the list of taboo things you could do to an omega, right next to having more than one alpha at a time take his heat?
I cleared my throat and shifted the way I sat again as images of sweet Enzo O’Neill bent over with his legs spread wide and his slick-wet hole on display to me filled my head. I had big hands, like most alphas, but what would it feel like to push one into the tight wetness of a hole and to feel the constraint of an omega’s insides squeezing around me?
“Gentlemen, welcome to the Dark Fantasies Club’s third omega auction event,” Hamish said, taking the stage with an inviting smile.
I squirmed yet again and cleared my throat, face blazing with heat as if everyone in the room around me had been able to see where my imagination had taken me. Then again, considering the event, I wasn’t sure any of the alphas filling the seats around me would have cared.
“If you could all take a seat, we’ll fill you in on what you can expect tonight,” Hamish went on.
I glanced nervously around me as other alphas in suits filled the conference room’s seats and pulled my legs back so one or two could scoot past me to empty chairs farther along the row. We were doing this. We were all really doing this.
“Here’s how the auction works,” Hamish said once everyone was relatively settled. “You each have a dossier for the omega you’ve been matched with that includes their name, stats, and preferences. There’s a number at the top of your envelope, which is the order your omega will be brought out in. Those omegas who are already in heat will be brought out first for obvious reasons.”
There would be omegas in heat up on the stage? On display? I clenched a little. Like it or not, I tended to have a strong response to omega heat hormones. God, I hoped I could control myself.
“We’d like everyone to get in on the fun, so feel free to call out bids for every omega brought onto the stage,” Hamish continued. “We have an informal limit of two fake bids per omega, and we have DFC staff members planted in the audience to keep the bidding going to it seems like there are bidding wars. A lot of this is for the benefit of the omegas to make the experience as real as possible for them.
“Remember, this is all about the omega,” Hamish stressed as he went on. “They’re putting a huge amount of trust in us to make their darkest fantasies come true, which we want to do for them, but in the safest way possible. These brave omegas who have consented to this auction format want to be made to feel like their lives are forfeit and that they are objects to be bought and used. As alphas, we have a responsibility to keep them safe, but also to live up to their expectations. So let’s give them the best experience they’ve ever had.”
It was almost bizarre the way the room full of already aroused alphas applauded as if Hamish had delivered any other business convention keynote address. I clapped along with them, inwardly shaking my head over how weird the whole thing was. But I did love the DFC’s commitment to not only keeping the omegas safe as we played with them but living up to their kinkiest expectations.
And that was something I was almost certain I wouldn’t be able to do the way I should have. It was too late now, though. As the lights in the room were dimmed and the chairs were all pushed aside so we could stand, probably to look more intimidating, as the first of the omegas were brought out onto the stage, I knew there was no turning back.
Hamish hadn’t been lying when he said the first few omegas would already be in heat. I wasn’t the only one who had a visceral reaction to them either. The omegas were pushed out onto the stage naked and bound. The first one was blindfolded, too, and had some sort of gag in his mouth. He moaned and panted as he was shoved toward the black cube while Caden took to the podium to list his desirable traits. Slick poured down the man’s thighs, and his sweet scent was thick in the room, especially when Hamish shoved him forward over the block and pried his asscheeks apart to show his twitching hole.
The mood in the room changed to hot, aggressive lust in an instant. All of the alphas reacted to the omega’s heat hormones. It only got worse when the next two omegas were brought out and put through similarly humiliating treatment. I still felt like everything was organized and controlled, but good lord, my inner alpha went nuts with the need to mate. I stopped trying to hide the bulge of my erection in my trousers, and it took huge amounts of concentration not to unzip my trousers and rub one out right there in the crowded room just so I wouldn’t go mad.
I had to hand it to Caden and Hamish, though. I could see that the room full of worked-up alphas was having the desired effect on the omegas that were paraded out onto the stage to be fake sold as well. Even after the ones already in heat were carried off by their pre-arranged buyers, the air remained thick with alpha mating hormones. Nearly all of the omegas pushed out onto the stage were hard and dripping and clearly desperate to be fucked, despite their so-called captivity. All of them. Even the gorgeous blond omega with an amazing body who I could have sworn was famous in some way. I’d definitely seen him on TV lately.
My efforts to figure out who that omega was were cut short when Caden called out, “Our next lot is number eleven.” He looked right at me, signaling it was my turn.
I glanced to the door as Hamish dragged the thin, pale Enzo O’Neill onto the stage. He looked scared and desperate, but also extremely aroused. Like the omegas before him, his arms were bound behind him and he had a ball gag in his mouth. His slender erection bobbed in front of him, and his thighs were already shiny with slick.
“We found this prime specimen on the street,” Caden said as Hamish brought Enzo forward and showed him off to the room full of alphas like he was a show pony. “As you can see, he’s a diamond in the rough. He’s flexible and gagging to take a thick alpha cock any way you want to give it to him.”
My own cock twitched with interest, especially when Hamish manhandled Enzo around to lie flat over the cube. He shoved Enzo’s legs apart then slapped his full ass before prying his cheeks apart to show the room of alphas his hole.
Something within me twitched with indignation in a way I hadn’t with the previous omegas. What they were doing to Enzo was humiliating. Omegas were vulnerable by nature, although they’d made incredible strides in society in the last couplehundred years. Showing off a wet hole like that was reducing a real, vibrant, hopeful person to an alpha fuck-hole. My alpha didn’t like it at all.
That hole should be for me and me alone to ogle.
“Let’s start the bidding at five hundred thousand,” Caden said as Hamish let Enzo’s ass go and grabbed a handful of his hair to pull him upright and around to face the crowd.
Some other alpha called out, “Five hundred!”
Another one quickly followed with, “A million!”
