🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

Chapter Seven

[Warning: Mention of past abuse]

“Dada…..what is happening? I don't like this….”

“Shh hush, hush now little one, hush. Just let me…”

A seven year old Shubman closed his eyes, bidding the tears that wanted to fall to stop. He continued his steady rocking, holding his father so tightly in his arms, mourning for him, for the pain he was in. As Shubman began to toss his head, he crooned to his father's lying body and brushed his hair back from his sweaty brow again feeling anger with him, with the world, with the hand that fate had dealt them.

He wanted to rail and scream at his father, shake him and scold him but he couldn’t because he knew, Shubman knew why he never tried to escape. He was no slave, he only tolerated that woman because of his baby boy, because of Shubman. His father deserved much, so much more than what he now had.

“Please don’t go…no…”

“Hush, hush little one…”

“No, no don’t leave me please…no!”

He clenched his eyes tighter as he heard his father's last ramblings. The wretched woman stood by, watching, grimacing in success as she took away the one person Shubman had in the world. His greedy step-mother, a damned, cunning omega, the one who decided to punish him by poisoning his dad, his body lying lifeless in Shubman's hands.

“He's dead, child. Move away!”

Shubman wouldn't move an inch, anger seething through him. He wouldn't let his father be touched by her, by anybody! He felt the woman drag him away by his collar, his small, fragile body not being able to prevent her.

“Say….you think you'd be able to satisfy mommy? Just beside your father's cold, dead body?”

Shubman looked up at her, tears straining his eyes, he couldn't understand what she was saying. Not until the woman dragged her hand down his shorts, cupping his privates. His eyes hitched, disgust and nausea evident in them, he wanted to scream, call for someone.

“Shh, we'll have so much fun little alpha….”

“No please, NO! Don't touch me! Please NO!! I don't want-” His screams died down by the cloth wrapped around his mouth and he became immobile as the ropes quickly bound his limbs, the glimpses of his happy childhood dying along with his father….
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Shubman sat up with a loud scream, panting and his naked body completely drenched in sweat. His heart rate was palpitating as he looked around the bed for a bottle of water, and gulped down a huge amount when his hands found it. He sensed a body moving beside him, stirring up from slumber, yawning.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Ishan sat up beside Shubman and rubbed his back, his clammy hands giving a soothing protection. Shubman whimpered a little but didn't answer, he hated himself for feeling so vulnerable and small, in front of Ishan, who was just a mere distraction.

“Nothing omega, just the World Cup’s tension is getting to me, this was a bad time for your heat and my rut…”

“Do you want to, now….”

It had been a couple hours later since Ishan's scent slipped into full blown heat. Shubman had fucked him for hours now, it was past midnight and they had fallen asleep out of exhaustion. Now, that he smelled Ishan, Shubman could feel his own canines sharpen and his mouth filled with saliva. He had read that omegas in heat smelled fertile but it was such an abstract concept most people couldn't describe it.

But he could definitely smell it on Ishan, suddenly.

Ishan smelled ripe. Shubman felt his knot throbbing at the base of his cock, and it was only his tight leash on his self-control that was stopping him. He scooted over and felt between Ishan's legs, giving his cock a firm stroke and dipping his fingers where Ishan was the wettest. Usually Ishan needed at least a little stretching before they fucked but two of his fingers slide right in, after all the cum he had pumped into him lubricating with his own omega slick.

Ishan was still moaning low in his throat. Shubman loosened his jaws and grabbed Ishan's jaw, kissing him roughly. He added a third finger, aiming straight for Ishan's prostate. He slid his cock in smoothly, Ishan hooked his legs around Shubman’s hips and tried to pull him in. When his knot went down enough that he could pull out a little he put Ishan on top.

It's not likely they'll have any more energy for very long so Shubman  wanted to enjoy the view. Ishan was gorgeous, red faced and desperate. He's clearly less focused on his own pleasure and instead keen to get Shubman  to knot as many times as he can, the heat driving him to his carnal state. When he did get another knot, he looked blissed out.

By the third knot this time, Shubman  could see the little bulge in Ishan's stomach. It made him absolutely desperate to fuck as much come as possible into the omega.

His hindbrain told him that Ishan could be pregnant right now, or that he should be.

“Do you, ahh….were you on birth control omega….?”

“Y-yes….don't wor-ry, I w-will not b-be a burden, ahh fuck... You-”

Shubman shut him up by forcing his lips on Ishan's, swallowing all his moans as his cock resided inside of his hole, stretching him to the fullest as Ishan rode him, shifting his hips along with Shubman's thrusts. They had a few hours left, till next afternoon at least before Ishan's heat and Shubman's rut subsided, lost in pleasure…..Shubman pushed away the nightmares aside, Ishan's blissed out face calming his nerves more than he expected…..
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Shubman groaned loudly as he searched for the ringing phone, the sound pathetic to his ears early in the morning or so he thought. He received it, without even seeing who the caller was, pressing the device to his ears.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU BOTH?  It's fucking 5 pm Shubman! We have called you both at least a hundred times since the morning! Na toh practice ke liye aaye, na khana khaya! Mar gaye ho kya dono bc!"

The entire monologue from Rohit felt like someone had hammered Shubman's ears as he felt the noise ringing. That was the loudest Rohit had ever screamed, and the rest of the members just stared, worried for the two of them, everybody sitting in the floor's lobby together. They had already come back from practice and seeing the both miss practice, they called them but Ishan's phone was switched off and Shubman didn't pick up.

"Sor-ry bhaiya, I'm so sorry.....we'll....uh, freshen up and come right there! Please don't be angry!"

"Ajaa phir dikhata hun, bohut chutti le liya tum dono ne, kya kya karte rehte ho bkl."

Shubman cringed as the phone disconnected, and he pushed Ishan's limp body which was resting on his other arm, drooling and fully covered in slick and cum. Shubman salivated a little but he realised that it was not the time to do this, they had a lot to explain to the Captain and the members. The heat and the rut had subsided but Rohit's heat would most certainly burn them both.

~To be continued