At First Blush

Chapter 38

They had his phone. They could call for help. He could help them. But fuck, first he had to help himself. Big Boi had a really tight grip on his hair and while Ollie knew that he'd probably scratched his hand up bad, it didn't seem to even phase the Alpha.

Cages. They had been in cages. Naked. Hurt. Frightened. Omegas. Cages.

Rage licked through his veins. Fuck this. Fuck this. He rocked his hip and flipped onto his stomach, the pull on his hair hard enough that he saw spots. But that didn't matter. They wouldn't put him in a cage. They would never put him in a cage. Big Boi noticed the change, paused, looking down. He lifted a foot, booting Ollie directly in the face. Stars danced in his vision, but he was ready. He grabbed Big Boi's foot. And clawed his way up his leg.

Big Boi lost his balance, making him stagger. That let Ollie heave his legs around (Jesus Christ he was so going to the gym When he survived this not if not if he would he would he would) and clamp them around Big Boi's leg.

"What, so eager to have me ruin that pretty hole of yours, Slime?" Big Boi snarled, his hand yanking Ollie's head back agonizingly. His breath was hot and humid and sour and his eyes were that red tinged gold that made Ollie's heart pound in his throat. Fingers pushed into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, and they were dirty, just as sour as that breath, petting his tongue, dragging the nail along the center. Bile rushed up, and he tried to bite down, but that hand, that huge hand, had caught his jaw, holding it still, while that finger pet his tongue.

"I bet Lee won't mind if sampled the wares. After all," those gold red eyes swept over Ollie, his lip curling in disgust and arousal, "you're already a little banged up. What's a few more bruises?"

Ollie grabbed the wrist, not to pull it out of his mouth, but to dig his nails in deep. Hard. The Alpha gritted his teeth against the pain, looking down at him, eyes red. "I like them when they fight back. Drugged stupid is fun too, because you can do whatever you want and they'll say thank you. But when they fight back-" he pulled his finger out of Ollie's mouth, and yanked him forward, pressing Ollie's face against the denim of his crotch. The zipper dug into his cheek as he struggled, his hands now caught in that massive hand, held to the side, as the Alpha rubbed Ollie's face roughly against the dampening denim.

"You've never been with a real man, have you?" The Alpha angled his foot up, putting pressure on Ollie's cock. It hurt. It hurt and an involuntary whine pain left his throat, making the Alpha laugh. "Yeah, I hear you. Bet you're desperate for it. After being stuck fucking around with another Slime. Rubbing your slimy little holes together pathetically trying to off when you both know that what those greedy little holes want is a nice, fat Alpha knot to rip you open."

All Ollie could smell was that sour, damp musk. His hands were freed, and he shoved uselessly at the Alpha's legs as a finger hooked into his mouth, pressing his lips against the zipper, hard enough to split his lip. The hard length of the Alpha's shaft pressed against his teeth, and he moved to bite, was desperate to bite, to hurt, to hurt him where it would matter....

But that hand, so huge, clenched around his jaw, yanking it wider than he could bear. And the Alpha laughed darkly as he used his grip on Ollie's hair to rub his lips up and down that hard outline, the zipper catching his lips, biting, tugging.

"Want to know a secret? I love ripping my knot out of slimy little holes. Feels so good. That last tight, tight, tight squeeze, then the release. They're so wet, but so tight, and pulling my full knot out can squeeze more cum out of me that you can believe. It leaves them nice and loose for whoever is after me. Sometimes their holes tear, which just leaves them this gaping hole. Then everyone can see what they really are." He growled, low and feral, grinding against Ollie's face, his foot pressing harder and harder up into Ollie's groin. "See that they're just needy, pathetic whiny gaping holes, waiting to be filled."

Ollie scrabbled a bit, trying to get away, but the hands on his face and hair got tighter. Pulling his face back, the Alpha leered down at him. "Trying to rub one out on my foot slut? Huh? Let's see that tiny cock, then I'll show you what a real man's cock is like." He leaned down, fingers reaching, grasping, tearing at Ollie's zipper. And Ollie finally got his feet under him.

Surging up, he headbutted the Alpha directly in the nose, shocking them both with the power of his hit. The hand in his hair went lax as the Alpha windmilled away, one hand holding his face, the other grasping at air for balance.

Ollie wasn't sure what happened next. He had a feeling that it was none of his business. Because if his brain said "Next Scene" then it was probably a good idea to let that void stay empty.

Because the next thing he knew, slim arms were looped around his center, and he was hauled back, his lungs burning, his hands in agony, his ears buzzing, his vision still spotty and red. It was only the clean, sweet Scent of Omega cutting through the smell of... anyway, it was only the Scent of Omega that kept him from lashing out at whomever was holding him.

"It's okay. It's okay, you're okay, shhh, shhh," the soft voice in his ear helped clear up some of the buzzing, brought some things back into focus. Not that. That was out of focus and not his business, thank you.

Soft hands covered his eyes, still pulling him back, still holding him gently, softly, and slowly, his breath came in stilted gulps instead of harsh rags. His hands trembled as he pulled uselessly at his fly. The zipper. Broken. That's right. It had been broken.

"It's okay," the soft voice said again.

Omega. That's right. Getting out. There were others. He had to focus. He had to get them out. He had-

A sob ripped at his throat, but then he exhaled, forcing it away. "Y-you got out?" Stupid question.

The soft body behind him held him tighter, shifting them a little, away from....away. "Yes. We did. Thanks to you. Look."

Ollie turned his head, blinking until his vision cleared more. Other shapes, crouching in the darkness. Three others. Omegas. Holding makeshift weapons. A bedpan. He forced out a laugh at that. The Omega met his gaze and smiled, a smile just a little too feral, just a little too much baring of teeth.

Then they heard the scream.