Chapter 3 #2
“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 couple hundred 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!”
I suddenly panicked. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get in on the action. My heart thumped wildly, and I could only stare at Enzo, like maybe he would tell me what to do.
“Two million!” another alpha called out.
Enzo’s eyes were wide, but they shone with lust and need instead of fear. I might not have been kinky, but from the way precum dribbled from Enzo’s cock as Hamish squeezed a hand around his balls, he definitely was.
I wanted him. I needed him. Enzo was my omega, and I refused to let anyone else touch him, even someone I liked, like Hamish.
“Ten million!” I called out, carried away by the fervor of the moment.
“Eleven!” someone else shouted.
Hell, no. I wasn’t putting up with that. “Twenty million!” I yelled, maybe a little too over the top.
Enzo’s head jerked and he sought me out in the crowd. When he met my eyes, his expression popped wide with recognition and his hips jerked forward slightly. I could have sworn that even with the ball gag in his mouth, he was smiling.
“Fifty million!” I shouted, even though I wasn’t sure anyone else had bid against me after my last bid.
Caden laughed, then banged his gavel on the podium. “Sold to Mr. W for fifty million. Come on up and collect your prize.”
Reality thumped me hard, then. What the fuck? Even though it was pretend, I’d just bought myself an omega sex toy.