Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Keiran
I was on top of the world, and everything was coming up roses. At least, that’s how the last few months had felt.
First came the end of a particularly great school year, where our soccer team placed third in the state championship, the highest West Barrington High had ever placed. I gave all the credit to the kids, of course. I was just the coach. But that didn’t stop a recruiter from Barrington University scouting me as a potential member of the university’s soccer program. I would hate to leave the high school, but BU competed on a national level, and coaching there was a step toward coaching professionally.
Then came the invitation to test out the Dark Fantasies Club’s new auction format.
I’d been with the Dark Fantasies Club since college. Yeah, I was kinky. I had a sadistic streak a mile wide, but ninety percent of the people who knew me didn’t know that and would never have guessed. I was friendly Coach Landsdown on the outside, and I definitely needed to protect that image to keep working with young people.
The fact that I was frequently mistaken for one of the students had been a problem for years. I was twenty-five, but thanks to genetics, I looked like I was about nineteen. I definitely didn’t feel that way, though. Especially when I had a nubile omega bound and gagged while I held them down and fucked them hard, preferably when they were in heat.
Outside of the thrill of winning a major competition and bringing home the trophy, taking omegas through heat was my favorite thing in life.
I’d actually signed up to be an Emergency Support Alpha through Bangers & Mash, but when I was sent to service the heat of the older brother of one of my students—one who had graduated before I’d started teaching and coaching, thank God—I knew I couldn’t do that anymore. I absolutely, a thousand percent, could not ever put myself in a position where it would look even a little bit like I was taking advantage of a student.
So the Dark Fantasies Club had become my go-to way to get my many, many rocks off. It worked, especially since I had that dubious side of myself that got off on being mean.
Which one could argue is also the definition of being a coach.
“Thanks so much for helping us test this new program,” Hamish Farrow said to the large group of alphas, all of us in suits, who were gathered in the conference room of the Grand Hotel that had been transformed into a sordid stage area. “We have high hopes for the effectiveness and popularity of this program, but we wanted to test the concept with our most highly-rated players before we open it to the rest of the club.”
I grinned like a fool, honored to have been chosen for such a prestigious job. I felt the responsibility to make the whole thing work down to the tips of my toes. Not only did I owe the Dark Fantasies Club for giving me an outlet for the aggressive, super alpha part of me, I admired the charitable work the company did. We wouldn’t be bidding on omegas with real money today, but I fully intended to donate as much as I could to them anyhow.
“We’ll begin the auction in a moment,” Hamish went on. “We’ve just settled the omegas in the next room and gotten them into the right headspace.
“You’ve each filled out your survey for what sort of omega you’d like to play with for the next few days,” he went on. “We’ve taken all of that into consideration, and Denny is coming around now with the lot number of the omega you’ve matched with.”
No sooner had he said that than the cute, sassy beta—who I’d played with once and enjoyed, even though he wasn’t an omega—came around, handing out cards to all the alphas assembled.
“Listed on the card are the limits and safewords of your omegas, as determined by their Dark Fantasies Club account and the pre-auction interview we’ve had with each of them,” Hamish went on. “I trust you’ve all checked into your suites upstairs?”
A round of nods and yeses sounded around the room.
“Good.” Hamish continued. “Special equipment has been provided for all of you who’ve asked for it.
“Now, the way the bidding will work is as follows. You’re free to bid once or twice for any omega that’s presented on the stage, but that’s it. The alpha who has been matched with the omega on stage can go as high as they want in terms of price, since money isn’t an option. We have plants in the audience who work for the Dark Fantasies Club who might make it look like a fierce bidding war, which is mostly for the benefit of the omega. We’ve promised them as authentic an experience as possible, so you can get into character as much as you’d like.”
“That should be fun,” one of the other alphas said.
A bunch of us laughed with him. The room was buzzing with expectation. We were all eager to give this whole auction thing a try. And we were all horny as hell.
I liked how controlled and safe the new auction format really was. I like how the parameters were all super defined and the rules of the game were laid out. It would keep the omegas safe, all while they felt incredibly unsafe. That was a huge appeal to me.
There were more rules that Hamish went over, but I only heard them with one ear. I was too busy looking at my card.
Lot number twelve. My omega would be the twelfth one to be auctioned. The card said his name was Darby and he was in his mid-30s. The name Darby was unusual, but it rang a bell. I couldn’t figure out why, though.
I breathed a sigh of relief over his age. I’d specifically asked for an older omega, and it looked like the Dark Fantasies Club had delivered.
Not only that, apparently Darby had no limits. He’d put in a special request for harsh treatment, saying he wanted to play hard. Nothing was off the table, not pain, not degradation, and not forced heat.
I smiled. I’d requested a bottle of Heat Lightning pills for our room, along with the usual floggers, canes, and restraints. Not only did I like omegas in heat, I’d discovered I had a particular itch for pretending to force them into heat then threatening to breed them. Heat Lightning pills had only been on the market for the past few years, but so far, it didn’t look like it was possible for an omega to actually get pregnant during an induced heat, even though they could have breeding orgasms.
“So if everyone is ready, we’ll start the auction,” Hamish said, gesturing for his business and life partner, Caden, to take the podium.
“Let’s get this started,” Caden said with his usual bright and cheery smile. “Play it up, guys. Everything short of getting your cock out and jizzing on the omega up for bids is welcome.”
A few alphas laughed at that.
Moments later, Caden slipped easily into character and growled, “Lot number one, a fresh little thing we grabbed off the street last night who has just gone into heat.”
The fantasy had begun. Right from the start, it had blood pulsing through me and my cock going hard. Especially when the panting, whimpering, naked, and wet omega who was brought onto the stage from a side room’s heat scent wafted heavily over all of us. For a moment, I thought it would overwhelm the alphas in the front and send half the room into rut.
Everyone did an amazing job of keeping it together, though. Even though I wasn’t the only one whose trousers were tented after the first few omegas were dragged onto the stage, poked, prodded, humiliated, and eventually auctioned off to their assigned alpha.
Some of the omegas were so convincingly terrified that I worried we’d somehow stumbled into a real slavery situation. But as good as Caden was at playing sadistic auctioneer, he was also good at giving us a few minutes, after particularly appealing omegas, to take a few cleansing breaths and remember it was all a game.
The format worked really well. After the first few omegas, we all got into it, calling out bids and getting wrapped up in the fun. I kept quiet until I was certain none of the omegas being brought out were young enough that I’d coached them or coached teams against them, but it looked like most of the omegas were older and more experienced. Which made sense, given this was basically a beta test.
Once I felt safe, I started throwing around bids and doing things like licking my lips or grabbing my crotch while staring straight at the omegas up on the stage.
I could already tell that the format was popular with the alphas. The ones around me kept breaking character to say things like, “This is awesome” and “Why didn’t they do this sooner?” I agreed with them, and that was before lot number twelve, Darby the older omega with no limits, was brought on stage.
“Next up is this piece of trash we found in a back alley,” Caden announced. “He’s no spring chicken, but he’s still a luscious bird.”
I smiled, my excitement kicking up a notch. Caden was good. Darby was totally my type, older, delicately built, but with a self-assurance in the way he moved that said he was used to playing. Even though he was naked, bound, and as soon as Hamish got him to the center of the stage and yanked his hood off, manhandled.
The fact that Hamish was so rough with him, sticking fingers in his mouth, then donning a glove to show off how wet his hole was, all while Darby made himself pliable and got hard, was further proof that the omega that had been picked for me was right up my alley. I could practically feel how open to play Darby was from halfway across the room. I even balled my hand into a fist subconsciously as Hamish demonstrated how flexible Darby’s hole was, already imagining violating him that way.
“Let’s start the bidding at a hundred thousand,” Caden called out.
I raised my hand right away, but by that point, everyone was so into it that someone upped my bid right away. The bidding war that followed was a ton of fun.
“Five hundred thousand,” I called out on cue, getting really into it. I went with my usual persona for fantasies, the spoiled rich kid who threw around his parents’ money like it grew on trees and who didn’t have a conscience.
The other alphas who were there for fun backed off, but the Dark Fantasies Club plant and I kept at it, taking the bidding higher and higher.
It was pretty clear to me after another couple of bids that Darby thought the plant was the alpha who was supposed to win him. I guessed the other guy looked the part more than me. But that prompted me to call out, “One million!” to bring the bidding to an end.
“One million for this juicy omega?” Caden asked. “That’s all? Any other bidders? You can use this one hard, use him up entirely.”
Everyone else knew the game and kept quiet.
“One million going once, going twice…sold!” Caden called out.
I grinned, hoping my expression was menacing, as Darby shifted his focus to me, his eyes going wide.
I could tell immediately I wasn’t what he’d expected. I never was. But I always had fun proving to my omega fantasy partners that I wasn’t just a babyface. Once they got over that, I always gave them what they wanted. It was why I was one of the top-rated alpha players.
“Mr. Black, come collect your prize,” Caden gestured to me.
I used a false name when playing, of course. Even with the Dark Fantasies Club’s iron-clad confidentiality agreements, I didn’t want my current or prospective schools to catch wind of what I did on my own time.
I made my way up through the other, worked-up alphas to the front of the room. Hamish grabbed Darby’s arm while I did, jerking him to the steps at the side of the stage. Darby gasped as Hamish grabbed him in a bearhug and carried him down the steps. I reached them just as Darby was finding his footing again.
The first thing I noticed when I was close to Darby was his scent. It was like blueberries, but it had a sort of zing to it, like some of those berries might have been tart. I loved it and breathed in noticeably.
“Juicy indeed,” I said. I grabbed his jaw and forced his head up so I could sniff my way up his neck, filling my nose with that scent.
I wanted to start playing with him then and there, pawing and fondling him and generally doing all the things nice alphas definitely weren’t allowed to do with ordinary omegas. The auction was continuing up on the stage, though, and Hamish gave me the signal to take Darby away.
“Come, boy,” I said, grabbing Darby’s arm and yanking him toward a door at the back of the room.
Darby was breathing in short, heavy gasps as we walked through the door and crossed the larger conference room, which was in the process of being decorated for the party scheduled for the second night of the fantasy. It was a little jarring to drag a naked and bound omega through something so ordinary, but the only way we could access the private service elevators to head up to our hotel suites was by breaking the scene a little.
It was actually a good thing because it meant Darby was disoriented by the time we got into the elevator.
“Mmm, yes, you weren’t expecting me, were you,” I said once it was just the two of us, zipping up to the floor just below the penthouses, which had been entirely blocked off for the Dark Fantasies Club.
“N-no,” Darby stuttered, shaking slightly.
“No, Sir,” I snapped at him.
I closed my hand around his neck and pushed him back against the elevator wall. It was a move I’d perfected and knew how to accomplish without hurting my playmate, but it restricted his breathing a little.
Darby shuddered, and his eyes darted to mine with that initial panic that came with the beginning of a new play session with a stranger. I was even more of a stranger to him than usual, since we hadn’t met or swapped wish lists and seconds before the auction. Along with his fear was a healthy dose of masochistic lust, too.
“No, Sir ,” I repeated. “Forget what I look like. I own you now, and I will get my money’s worth out of you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Darby answered, hoarse and strained.
The elevator arrived at our floor and the doors slid open. I let go of his neck and grabbed his arm again, marching him out into the silent, hotel hallway and walking a little faster than usual to keep him off-balance. The sight of his still half-hard cock bouncing freely as we walked fired my blood and made me eager to get him into our suite for the next few days.
“In you go,” I said, shoving him into the room once I’d opened the door with the key card I’d picked up earlier. “And don’t even think of escaping,” I added once I’d shut the door again and made a show of locking it.
When I stepped away from the door, I grabbed Darby’s arm again and pulled him farther into the room. It was an ordinary, luxury hotel suite, but for the St. Andrew’s Cross I’d asked for and the selection of restraints, toys, and dildoes laid out on the otherwise clean dining room table.
“Now, why don’t we slip into something a little more comfortable,” I said, taking him to the center of the living area and pushing him so he was forced to kneel.
“W-what are you going to do with me…Sir,” he gasped, doing a great job of playing the terrified omega who had been kidnapped and sold and had no idea what fate was in store for him. Even though his eyes glittered with that unique lust for pain that subs often had.
I peeled out of my suit jacket slowly, tossed it aside, then loosened the black tie I wore. I delayed my answer further as I prowled closer to him, unbuckling my belt as I did. I waited until I’d pulled my belt out of its loops, folded it and snapped it loud enough to make Darby jump, then tucked it under my arm. From there, I started in on the fastenings of my tented trousers to free my larger-than-average alpha cock.
“I’m going to get my money’s worth from you,” I growled.