Chapter 2 #2
I managed to compose myself by the time I reached the foot of Blue Knob Mountain, where the trailer had been set up for omegas taking part in the auction.
I needed to look as sane as possible for the organizers, since the DFC had rules about participants being in good mental health.
Caden Kuhl and Hamish Farrow knew my situation.
I’d had a long meeting with them about Sever Syndrome and what it meant I could and couldn’t do.
They cautiously agreed to let me participate in all things DFC, and I’d proven myself to them as a player and a man well enough that they’d given me a spot in this auction.
I was so ready for it.
Like I’d been instructed, I left my bag and everything else in the car, then made my way into the trailer.
“Hey, Denny,” I greeted the beta sitting behind the desk, wearing a game face, as soon as I entered the trailer.
Denny was Caden and Hamish’s admin, and I suspected he was more than just that. He was dressed for his role that night, and I think I threw him a little by not pretending I was there for a job interview, which was what the omegas were all supposed to do.
After a few seconds, Denny dropped his act and smiled, “Hey, Quince. You ready for tonight?”
“Yep,” I said, moving restlessly, like I wasn’t sure whether I should take a seat at the desk and play along or just barge through into the other half of the trailer, where I was sure someone was waiting to take me up to the lodge.
“You doing okay these days?” Denny asked, more like a friend than a facilitator.
I liked Denny. I would have been friends with him if he lived in Barrington instead of Norwalk. We’d been part of a scene together last year, so we knew a lot about each other.
I shrugged. “About as well as can be expected. Heat’s coming, so I’m a little on edge,” I confessed.
“Well, we’ll get you processed and into the scene as quickly as possible,” Denny said, getting up and coming around the desk.
He gestured for me to follow him to the door leading into the other half of the trailer, then leaned close to whisper, “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but the alpha we’ve matched you with is totally yum. ”
“Oh yeah?” That perked me up a little.
It also tugged at something in my gut, something that felt like hope and longing.
I smacked that down hard before it turned me into a weeping, wallowing mess at a time when I wanted to be hard.
“Yep,” Denny said. “I believe Hamish’s words were, ‘these two will be just what the other needs’.”
I shuddered a little to think what that meant. Hopefully, whoever the DFC organizers had paired me with would leave me with bruises and scars. I needed something on my skin that was louder than everything inside me.
“I can’t wait,” I said with a big grin.
“Then in you go,” Denny said, opening the door and gesturing for me to go inside with exaggerated pomp and circumstance.
I strolled into the other room and was so, so relieved once Denny shut the one door and the other opened. Hamish Farrow himself burst into the room from the outside door, shouting, “We’ve got you now!”
I took a deep breath and shoved everything else aside.
I only faked struggle for a little bit as Hamish lunged at me and wrestled me to the ground, then ripped off my clothes.
Instantly, whatever control I had over my body was gone.
It was such a relief. I had my hands secured behind me and the ball gag I’d requested shoved in my mouth.
My naked body was hoisted over Hamish’s shoulder and carried out to the van that was waiting.
It was so easy to slip outside of myself and into the scene as I was secured with a few other omegas, one of whom was weeping like he thought the whole thing was real.
I tried to get into that mindset, too, but all that really did for me was stoke the fire of self-loathing that was always there inside me.
I tried to shake that off and think of nothing at all as we waited for another omega, then as we were driven up to the lodge.
I focused on the cold of the van against my bare body, the discomfort of being yanked around as I was taken out of the van, and the quiet pain of being secured to a frame with my legs apart and my hands above me.
I deeply appreciated the slap on my ass that one of the DFC assistants gave me when he saw I’d started breathing heavily.
I was lucky there were people in the organization who knew what I was dealing with and who cared enough to help me.
I wasn’t in heat already, so I didn’t get to go out to the auction floor first. The handful of omegas who were already desperate and dripping as their heat waves consumed them were taken into the other room before me.
I could hear and smell a large number of alphas getting into the fantasy.
I wasn’t sure I had the patience to endure, but that had been the story of my life for the past five years.
I didn’t think I could make it, but I always did.
“This one,” Hamish’s voice boomed near me eventually. “It’s your turn, little omega,” he told me as he took my wrists down from above me and freed my ankles.
Yes! I was so relieved that it was finally my turn to be handed over to a Dom who would make the pain go away by giving me more of it that I nearly cried. Then again, I lived in a constant state of nearly crying, so it didn’t really matter.
The room full of horny alphas sent my omega instincts over the edge immediately. Slick started to leak from my hole and my cock stood up to take notice.
“Up next, we have this delightful wild child,” Caden said from his dais.
Wild child. I liked that. I liked being manhandled by Hamish and having my body and my hole shown off to the room filled with alphas. I liked being groped and stroked, like I was being forced to get an erection in front of a room full of alphas.
“We’ll start the bidding for this one at three hundred and fifty thousand,” Caden called out.
I didn’t really know what to expect, but it wasn’t to have an alpha shout out, “Five million!” right from the start, before anyone else made another bid.
Caden seemed to be at a loss for a moment, then laughed, slightly out of character, and said, “Alright, then. Five million it is! Come and collect your prize.”
My heart raced as Hamish pulled me up from the block I’d been bent over and walked me to the edge of the dais.
It didn’t take me long to make out the alpha striding toward the edge of the dais.
He wasn’t at all what I would have expected.
He wore a designer suit and he was just so…
clean. Not in terms of having taken a shower before the auction, mind you.
He had perfect, brown hair, kind eyes, and large hands with manicured nails.
“He’s all yours,” Hamish said as he handed me over at the base of the dais. “Have fun.”
“Um, yes, I’m sure we will,” my alpha winner said.
I had to fight not to laugh. This was the alpha Caden and Hamish thought was perfect for me?
He was young and hot, sure. He smelled deliciously of wet rocks by the ocean after a storm, which was a really specific scent.
But as he politely escorted me out of the conference room and through the halls of Kincade Slopes toward one of the suites, I could tell he was anything but the sort of hard-edged, vicious Dom I usually liked.
In fact, as soon as we were safely inside his suite with the door closed and locked, he turned to me and asked in the softest, most sonorous voice, “Would you like me to remove that ball gag? It looks uncomfortable.”
And then he went and removed it before I could figure out how to communicate that no, I actually liked how uncomfortable it was.
“There, that’s better,” he said, then smiled at me.
I just stared back at him as I caught my breath. What the fuck were Caden and Hamish thinking putting me with this nice alpha?