Neteyam (20 yrs old) is kidnapped by the Olo'eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in...
Warnings: fingering, spanking, dirty talk, smut, swearing, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, hand job
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"Pulo, help me tie him then go to alert the other party of Neteyam's appearance." A seed of dread started to sprout in his stomach at the command, all too aware of how helpless he was. The pressure around his que was the only thing that kept Neteyam in place as they tied his wrists behind his back. Firm hands then lifted him onto the direhorse before coming to sit behind him, an arm trapping him against the alpha's broad chest.
Neteyam's stomach did back flips at the thought of what now inevitably lay before him. His mind was caught in a battle between begging the alpha for forgiveness or giving the fight of his life in order to avoid going back all together.
"You don't need to bind-"
"Not a word out of you, baby boy." The silent threat lay in the air causing Neteyam to clamp his mouth shut. Despite the awful circumstance he couldn't help but appreciate the warmth that the alpha provided from behind. His omega hind mind was desperate to feel the skin on skin contact and the comfort that comes with it.
They sought into a trot taking the fastest route back to the village. Neteyam felt powerless as his chances of staying on the horse lay literally in the hands of the alpha. Over time the fear of the punishment lying ahead greatly outweighed his fear of falling off as the alphas grip was as immovable as stone. Within an hour they made it back to the outskirts of the village. Embarrassment dwelled in his gut at the sight of almost every member of the clan peaking out, awaiting the return of the omega. Kxolo made quick work of slinging the omega straight from sitting on the horse to laying across his shoulder.
"Hold still or I will give you something to really kick about." He warned gruffly, effectively stilling Neteyam. The urge to fight was slowly draining.
Kxolo carried him up and across the tree till they made it to a large bungalow tent in the trees. He was dropped to his feet in the tent and the bonds were cut. Neteyam made quick work at stretching his arms and rubbing his wrists in annoyance.
"I was just trying to-"
"Now is not the time to speak, Neteyam. I have to inform the village of your arrival. While I am gone you are going to use the water and cloth laid out to clean yourself up. Then you sit without a peep and wait for your punishment." Neteyam gulped at the words, watching the alpha exit immediately.
Neteyam tried to find comfort in the feeling of fresh clothes and clean skin, but nothing could keep his anxiousness at bay. He had never seen Kxolo so mad. It reminded him of when his father would bring him to the tent to be disciplined, yet it was somehow worse. His omega instincts were screaming at him to find the alpha and beg for forgiveness. Promise to behave and be a good little omega, anything to be in his arms.
Time seemed to drag on forever until Neteyam found himself pacing frantically across the floor. At some point he started picking at his braids in anticipation. Part of him wished the alpha would just get the whole ordeal over with instead of making him sit in the tent with his tail between his legs. All of a sudden his tall frame waltzed into the doorway. The Olo'eyktan closed the flaps behind him.
