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      Published: 2017-04-25 Chapters: 4/? Words: 7027
****** Life of an Omega ******
by icacchi
Summary
     Ivan Braginsky was a naive young boy who believed that the world was
     good and no one would ever want to hurt him. Oh how wrong he was.
     Soon he will find that the life of an Omega is not an easy one, but
     will he have the strength to escape the life that was predetermined
     for him at birth? ...Will he want to?
Notes
     first im going to apologize for the shitty summary
     second im going to apologize for how fucked up this fic is going to
     be. i actually feel really bad about writing this, but the au just
     wouldnt leave my head... sorry im a really terrible person omg im
     going to hell
     anyway as always comments and critique are greatly appreciated and if
     you have any ideas for where the story could go or any ships youd
     like to see id love your feedback~
     and as always if you enjoy it please leave kudos! i love knowing that
     people are reading and liking my fics, its what keeps me writing c
     ((also i promise itll get better after this chapter this is like a
     backstory i promise))
***** Abduction *****
Click. The sound of the collar snapping closed around Ivan's bare neck made the
young Russian boy fill with pride and excitement. The plain green collar marked
the ending of his training, it showed that he had completed his years of
practice and was finally ready to be sold.
Ivan Braginsky had been born with a rare genetic coding that gave him not only
a uterus but the ability to go through heats, similar to that of a female dog.
Almost all humans carried this gene, but it was rather rare for it to pop up
naturally.
Many people condemned those that were born with this trait, saying that they
were unnatural, or went against God's ways, and it was because of this that the
so-called mutations were no longer legally classified as humans. In fact, they
had less rights than most animals. It was because of this that a slave trade of
sorts was established and quickly became a social norm across the entire world.
Those born with the gene, who came to be known as Omegas, soon became nothing
more than pets that were mainly used for birthing and sexual gratification.
Ivan had been unlucky enough to be born with the gene. His parents, horrified
by his genetic mutation, had kept him locked up inside the home, not
registering him on any censuses or allowing him to even see the sun in an
attempt to keep him from being caught by the traffickers that made a living
finding Omegas and selling them to slave traders.
Katyusha and Natalia, Ivan's sisters, spent a great amount of time with him,
teaching him all that they were taught in school. They would bring meals to the
windowless little room that he was trapped inside, told him stories of the
outside world, and even showed him pictures of their classmates and of their
home city of Moscow. Of course, this only served for Ivan to long more and more
to leave the house, to go outside, and Katyusha's heart broke whenever he
looked up at her with those wide, hopeful eyes, begging her to take him out
just once. No one would ever know, he promised over and over again.
The weight placed on the shoulders of the entire Braginsky family as they tried
to keep the little boy sheltered and safe caused them all a lot of stress, some
of which they began to take out on Ivan himself. Every yell, scream, and
beating that was imposed on him were all taken with no complaint. After all,
Ivan's Omega instincts forced him to submit, to accept any punishment and beg
for forgiveness, to never even try to stand up for himself.
Seeing her little brother this way was too much for Katyusha, and one day her
sympathies led her to cause one of the biggest changes in Ivan's life. It was
his ninth birthday, and all he asked for as a gift was to be taken outside,
just once. Perhaps it was because she already felt so bad for him, perhaps it
was the way he asked so dejectedly, as if knowing already that the answer would
be no, perhaps it was that she just wanted to make him happy in return for how
much pain the family had put him through. No matter the reason, Katyusha
promised that she would show him. As long as he swore never to tell anyone,
which he agreed to with no hesitation.
That night, Katyusha kept her promise. Taking him by the hand, she cautiously
led him out of his little room, out of the small yet cozy house, out into the
street. Little Ivan had gasped and giggled in wonder and joy, trying and
failing to contain his excitement as he felt the wind for the first time, saw
the stars for the first time, truly experienced life for the first time. He
loved it, and his sister loved seeing him as he explored the outside world.
However, as he explored the street he quickly got caught up in his childish
curiosity, not realizing that he was wandering too far from home. Katyusha
hurried over to scoop him up and carry him back, but before she could make it,
Ivan's attention was caught by something in the alleyway, and after an
unfamiliar voice murmured a few words that Katyusha couldn't quite make out,
the young Omega disappeared out of her sight, walking after the stranger into
the dark alleyway.
"Ivan, get back here!" the older girl pleaded, tears coming to her eyes in fear
as she began to run to the mouth of the alley and peer into the shadows. "Ivan,
we need to go home, it's dangerous!"
However, her words drowned in her throat as she saw a tall, unknown man
standing in front of her little brother, his hands gently touching his body in
an obvious attempt to figure out if he was an Omega or not. After all, Omegas
didn't put off pheromones until they had matured, so a more physical check was
required. The man was obviously pleased with what he found, even though Ivan
squealed in surprise and discomfort, and before Katyusha could run over or
scream, her brother was snatched up into the stranger's grasp and quickly taken
into a suspicious-looking black car, which immediately drove off.
Katyusha screamed and cried, but the car did not return, and neither did her
sweet, innocent little brother. Unbeknownst to the Braginskys, Ivan was being
shipped to America, where he would begin his training as a 'pet' and sold to
whoever desired him.
***** New Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivan is taken to America, where he meets his new 'trainer' and
     temporary master, a handsome young Frenchman.
Chapter Notes
     im so sorry for how rushed this chapter is, ive been super busy with
     school and marching band and clubs that ive barely had may time at
     all! so im sorry if this chapter isnt my best writing, i just wanted
     to get something posted x.x if i have time ill go back and rewrite
     and repost it~
     and i promise things will start to get more interesting in the next
     chapter, if you know what i mean~ B)
Having grown up without any contact with the dangers of the world, Ivan was far
too trusting of strangers for his own good. To him, this would prove a great
problem, but to his kidnappers there was no better quality that he could have.
Usually Omegas were caught around their early to mid teenage years, unless the
parents sold them off or were foolish enough to not keep them hidden.
After being snatched from his home, the little boy had been driven to a holding
facility that the traffickers used to keep any caught Omegas before
transporting them out of the country. As rare as the Omega gene was, thanks to
breeding programs and how common it had become to use Omegas to birth children,
the Omega population was steadily growing worldwide, and, thanks to that, the
industry was booming. And best of all for those making money off of training
and selling Omegas was that it was completely legal, save for a few countries
around the world.
Ivan spent hardly any time at all in the holding facility, as he had been
conveniently caught only a few hours before their monthly plane was meant to
leave, and for him those short hours were spent in the arms of the man who had
grabbed him.
The man introduced himself as Abel. Abel fascinated Ivan, and thanks to the
child's prompting the tall man awkwardly opened up a bit about his past. He
told Ivan about what it was like growing up in the Netherlands, he told him
about his little sister and even about his brother, who was an Omega just like
Ivan. As Abel praised his brother, Ivan felt wonderful about what he was born
as for the first time. Even though most of Abel's brother's positive traits
were linked with his sexual promiscuity and the 'healthy children that he has
produced,' Ivan felt like perhaps, for once, his status as an Omega wasn't just
a nuisance. He could be great, even if just in the ways of the Omega.
On the plane ride to America, all questions that Ivan asked about where they
were going and when he would see his family were ignored. Abel did not
accompany him on the trip, much to Ivan's disappointment. The men that Abel
left him with to load him into the airplane were far less kind, and instead of
holding him with caution, they roughly held him up by his upper arms. Ivan's
tip toes barely were able to touch the ground as he was dragged along, but his
naivety and submissive instincts forced him to do nothing but keep his head
down and whimper softly.
The men dragged Ivan to the storage compartment of the airplane, where luggage
would normally be kept. Except instead of bags and other typical items, the
luggage consisted purely of captured Omegas. The month must not have been very
successful for the traffickers, for there were only about seven or eight people
aside from Ivan himself. All of them appeared between the ages of fifteen at
the youngest and twenty at the oldest. Far older than Ivan.
Ivan was shoved inside none too gently and the heavy doors closed and locked
behind him. He smiled nervously at the group of Omegas, who were either
ignoring him or staring with sympathy or horror. He didn't understand why they
were looking at him like that, but he didn't think to hard about it.
When he felt the plane begin to move, Ivan yelped and sat down, ending up next
to an older blond Omega with glasses and a bowl cut. The older man offered him
a supportive hand, expecting Ivan to break down into tears from his situation,
which Ivan misunderstood as a sign of friendship and took with a cheerful
smile.
Many times throughout the flight, Ivan attempted to make conversation with the
stranger, who he learned went by the name of Eduard, but the man replied with
one word answers, if he even replied at all. Ivan did not understand in the
slightest how intense the situation he and the others were in, but none of them
had the heart to explain it to him.
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Sometime during the flight, Ivan fell asleep on Eduard's shoulder, but when he
woke the other Omegas were nowhere to be found. In fact, Ivan was laying on top
of a massive, cloud-soft bed in the middle of a large, fanciful room. Every
piece of furniture looked as if they were more expensive than anything that
Ivan had ever touched in his entire life.
"Ah, you're finally awake," a voice with a strong French accent spoke up,
causing Ivan to jump and turn to the voice's source. The speaker was a very
attractive blond man who sat in a chair next to the bed. "Do you speak English,
little one?"
Nodding dumbly, Ivan could do nothing but stare. He did not understand the
concept of stranger danger, and the man had a very comforting air about him, so
he felt only minimal fear and distrust. Ivan's mother had been an immigrant
from America, so he had grown up in a multilingual home, though his primary
language had always been Russian. He never thought that learning English would
be very helpful, but apparently he had been wrong.
*Good, good! This way we do not have to deal with the hassle of a translator,"
the man said with a friendly smile. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, but you can
just call me Francis. What's your name, mon cher?"
"Ivan," he replied simply, feeling comforted by this new man's friendly and
carefree disposition. "Ivan Braginsky."
Francis's smile grew ever so slightly at Ivan's easily-gained trust, and he
straightened up in his seat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ivan. I've been
chosen to train you personally, so you and I will be seeing a lot of each other
during your time here."
"Train?" Ivan repeated, tilting his head a bit to the right in a mixture of
confusion and curiosity. "How so?"
Francis hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground as he obviously thought over
how to explain to Ivan. He had no problem with putting the kid through this,
after all it was his job, but he would prefer not to chase away his innocent
eagerness and trust. He hadn't had much experience dealing with kids, but he
didn't want to scare the boy off and cause him to become uncooperative. After
all, who would buy an uncooperative Omega?
"Well, you see Ivan," he began slowly, speaking in a nonchalant tone as if it
were no big deal. "You're very special, as I'm sure you already know. You were
lucky enough to be born as an Omega, which makes you rather uncommon and extra
special, you see? Now, in order to become the best Omega that you can possibly
be so that you can satisfy your future masters, you have to be trained. Not all
Omegas are given the opportunity to be trained, so you are very lucky and
honored to have been given the chance to become the best that you can be, and
even the best Omega in general. Does that make sense?"
Ivan nodded in reply. He knew that he was an Omega, and from what he had heard
from his family, it was very bad and unfortunate to give birth to an Omega, but
here was this man telling him that he was lucky and special. However, though he
knew what an Omega was in general, he did not fully understand the duties of
his kind, or what exactly he was supposed to be trained in, but he supposed
that he would soon figure it out.
"Good, I'm glad we have that straightened out," Francis said with a pleased
smile, clapping his hands together and leaning forward in his chair. "Since you
will be trained by me instead of being trained in a group, you are free to
sleep here in my quarters with me. The bed is big enough for you to share with
me, just for the time being. Now, it's been a long journey for you and I do not
wish to overwhelm you on your first day, so please get some rest. I will be
back later tonight, and perhaps we will be able to begin our first lesson."
***** Appointment *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivan has to get a check-up from the doctor before he can begin his
     training, but the doctor seems more than a little interested in the
     Omega.
Chapter Notes
     oh gosh okay so im so sorry for how absolutely late this chapter is
     x.x i have a million excuses but they dont make up for it~
     ive actually had this almost completely written since october, im so
     sorry it took me so long to finish and post it!
     im really shocked by how many people have read this, and im
     absolutely thrilled with the feedback!! to make up for how late this
     chapter is ill work extra hard to get the next chapters out as fast
     as possible~
     originally training was never actually going to be a big part of this
     fic, i was going to focus on what happened after training, so i dont
     have a very solid plan until the end of ivans training??? so because
     of that only a couple of chapters are going to focus on his training
     itself and there probably wont be much plot during that section,
     probably just porn and introducing some characters lmao
     theres some minor smut in this chapter but its very very minor and
     towards the end. i promise some better smut will be coming later c;
     anyway comments and kudos are what keep me writing, and i love
     getting suggestions for things you want to happen or ships you would
     like to see c:
     if you would rather talk to me about my writing through tumblr
     instead of ao3 my url is whothefuckiscanada c: thanks for reading!!
After Francis left the large bedroom, the door clicking as it was locked behind
him, Ivan happily entertained himself by burrowing into the thick, warm
blankets and big, soft pillows of the bed. Francis's bed was far nicer than any
piece of furniture that he had encountered in his entire life, though there
wasn't much to compare it to, and he marveled in the intricate designs
embroidered on each pillow and quilt.
As he settled into the comfortable sheets, his mind drifted back to his family.
He vaguely wondered where they were and when they would come to see him. He
couldn't wait to show this fantastic new place to his sisters! Both Katyusha
and Natalia would both fit here on the bed with him, he wouldn't have to sleep
alone in that dark, cold room all alone anymore, they could all just sleep
together here! Except it was Francis's bed... Well, Francis wouldn't mind the
extra company, would he? No, Francis was a nice person. Of that Ivan was sure.
Warm and cozy, Ivan slowly sank into a deep sleep, his lips parted ever so
slightly as he snored softly. An endearing sight, or at least that's what
Francis thought. Unbeknownst to the little Omega, security cameras had been
situated in the room. They were placed there so that an eye could be kept on
the boy just in case something happened, but Francis just enjoyed being able to
watch his newest investment.
"My perfect little angel," he murmured absentmindedly, watching the boy on the
screen with a predatory gaze. "I can't wait until morning comes."
Francis licked his lips, but tore his gaze away from the screen. He had to
restrain himself, at least for a bit longer. Shaking his head, he turned off
his computer and stood up, straightening his clothing before leaving the small
room. He would be able to try out his prize in the morning, but for now he had
business to attend to.
-
When Ivan awoke, his host was still nowhere to be found. A quick glance to the
clock on the bedside table told him that it was around 7:45, which was about
half an hour later than he usually woke up. Back home he had had no reason to
wake up at a specific time, but he had always wanted to be awake to say goodbye
to his sisters before they went to school.
Just as he was considering getting out of the bed to explore the room, he heard
a click as the door was unlocked and he watched with wide eyes as it swung
open. Behind the door stood a woman with long, curly brown hair decorated with
a pretty flower. She wore a green dress and was carrying a tray with food on
it, but Ivan's favorite thing about her was the friendly smile that stretched
across her face, revealing an endearing gap between her two front teeth.
"Good morning, you must be Ivan," she said, walking into the room with
confidence and friendliness radiating from her. "My name is Elizabeta, Monsieur
Bonnefoy asked me to bring you something to eat, so I grabbed you some pancakes
and orange juice from the kitchen... Kids like pancakes, right?"
Ivan blinked in response to the bubbly woman, but smiled at her anyway. People
being nice to him was an entirely new experience for the little Russian boy,
and he was enjoying the company of these seemingly kind people quite a bit.
"I do not know," he replied, looking down at his lap shyly as Elizabeta walked
over and sat the tray down on the bed next to him. "I have never had pancakes."
"Never had pancakes?" Elizabeta gasped with false surprise. Most Omegas that
they caught had lived lives of abuse or poverty, so it was no surprise to her
if he hadn't had the luxury of eating comfort foods. "Well, I'm sure you'll
love them. Sorry I didn't bring any syrup, I figured that it would just spill
all over the bed."
He simply nodded in reply, quickly and eagerly digging into the food. He hadn't
had a proper meal in months, and even without syrup the pancakes were the most
delicious thing he had ever tasted. He barely noticed when the woman sat down
next to him, watching him eat with a careful, maternal gaze.
"You must be one very special Omega, you know," she said absentmindedly as he
ate. "Monsieur Bonnefoy must have taken quite a liking to you for him to have
decided to keep you up here in his room. Most freshly caught Omegas are sent to
live in the lower levels so that they can all be taught together, but you're
being treated like, well, like royalty... Maybe it is because of your youth.
Usually when a young Omega is caught we wait until they're older before their
training starts, but Monsieur Bonnefoy himself gave the go ahead for your
training to start..."
Elizabeta trailed off as she thought about it. Even though she had mainly been
thinking out loud, Ivan listened carefully to her each and every word, trying
to figure out exactly what his place here was. Did Francis really favor him?
Surely that was a good thing, right? Although, after all this talk of
'training,' Ivan still didn't quite understand. What was he supposed to be
training for?
Swallowing his last bite of the pancake, he looked up at Elizabeta, his eyes
full of childish curiosity. "What's training?" he asked simply.
Ivan's innocence seemed to surprise Elizabeta, and she faltered somewhat as she
struggled to answer his question. "Oh, training? Well... um... How do I put it?
It's, ah, well, as an Omega, you... Well, you were born with a very special
ability, Ivan, and you're going to be trained how to, well, exercise that
ability. You will learn soon enough, you are supposed to begin later today,
though I'm sure that they'll start out slow so that you can adjust..."
Ivan tilted his head, watching the woman ramble on with a blank expression on
his face. She sure seemed to go off a lot, and most of what she said went right
over his head. However, she had said that he was what, special? Him? And in a
good way? That was enough to make him smile up at her, though he didn't fully
understand most of what else she was saying.
After taking a deep breath, Elizabeta smiled at him once again. She picked up
the now empty tray and said a quick goodbye before leaving the room, closing
and locking the door behind her. Ivan recognized the click of the lock from the
lock of the door to the room that he had been trapped in all of his life. The
sound dampened his mood, giving him the feeling of being trapped and reminding
him of the negative aspects of his home, but he forced himself to smile anyway
and only think about the kindness that Francis and Elizabeta had showed him.
Sure, he barely knew either of them, but they had fed, sheltered, and taken
care of him, and that was enough to make him trust them, and it wasn't as if
they had separated him from his family forever, right?
-
It felt like forever until the door finally opened once more. This time,
Francis himself entered the room. A bright smiled graced his features at the
sight of the familiar man, and, finding the sight too adorable, Francis smiled
right back. However, he did not enter the room and instead stood in the
doorway.
"Are you ready, Ivan?" he asked in an encouraging voice. "The first day of
training can sometimes be a bit overwhelming, but I know that you're strong
enough to get through it, right?"
Ivan nodded eagerly. He had no idea what was to come, but Francis had said he
was strong, and he was determined to prove the man correct. He would show him
that he was the strongest Omega there was! Francis's smile grew at the boy's
eagerness, and he moved out of the doorway, beckoning him to come outside.
He took a moment to wiggle out of the heavy blankets and soft pillows, but he
was pleasantly surprised when his bare feet hit a warm carpet once he jumped
off the bed instead of a cold hardwood floor. As he pattered towards the tall
Frenchman, his hands reached out to brush against everything that he passed by,
finding safety in having something to ground himself to, and once he passed
through the doorway he grabbed tightly onto Francis's leg.
"Good boy," Francis praised him, coaxing the young boy off of his leg in return
for offering his hand to hold. "Don't be so nervous, I'm taking you to a very
capable man. I would trust him with my life, so there is no need to be afraid."
Francis was taking him to a man? Who? Was Francis not going to be the one
training him? Although, if Francis trusted him that meant that he would be
okay, wouldn't he? His host was a very kind and sweet man, so surely anyone
that he associated with would be the same. Nonetheless, he squeezed Francis's
hand for reassurance, hesitant about beginning training at all, especially when
it would be with someone new.
"You're already so well-behaved, little one, so you won't have to worry about
punishments. I'm sure he will be very impressed with you," Francis rambled on
and he led Ivan down the hall, down a large flight of stairs, down another
hall, and finally to an ominous door that loomed over Ivan's head. "Promise to
make me proud, alright?"
Ivan blinked, but nodded anyway. "I promise," he replied in a small voice.
Seemingly satisfied, Francis knocked on the door twice before opening it, not
waiting for a reply. The room inside was brightly lit, a small table that
looked as if it belonged in a doctor's office, not that Ivan had ever seen the
inside of a doctor's office, or even the outside, sat in the middle of the
room, an unfamiliar man sitting in a chair that sat next to it.
"There you are, Francis, I thought you were never coming!" the man said with a
bright smile. His voice had a thick accent that Ivan couldn't quite place, but
he seemed friendly enough. "This must be your newest catch! I must admit, he's
quite a beauty."
Ivan shrunk away shyly as the man stood up and walked over to him. Francis
squeezed his hand encouragingly, and the new man crouched down in front of him
so that their eye level was about even. He had a very friendly smile, and his
green eyes sparkled in a way that made Ivan feel safe. This man wasn't someone
that Ivan had to be afraid of, was he? He had called him a beauty, after all.
Surely he was just as kind as Francis and Elizabeta.
"Yes, this is Ivan," Francis said, causing the man to stand back up so they
could properly converse. "I do not have any suspicions about his health, but to
be safe I would like you to check him over. I don't know if he's a virgin or
not, but I just want to make sure that he doesn't have any diseases before
beginning his training."
That being said, Francis looked back down at Ivan. "Be good for Doctor
Carriedo, I'll be back soon, okay?"
Ivan nodded dumbly as Francis withdrew his hand from his own. Doctor Carriedo,
with one hand on his back, led him into the room, and Ivan heard the door close
behind them. Well, he was too far in to try to back out now...
"You can call me Antonio," the doctor said in a chipper tone, lifting him up
and setting him on the table before sitting back down in the chair next to it.
"We'll be done here before you know it, little one, so don't worry about a
thing! How about you tell me about yourself? I always think it's less awkward
when I get to know my patients."
"Um... I am from Russia," he replied in an unsure voice, though he was quickly
gaining confidence. This man, Antonio, seemed very nice indeed! "I have two
sisters, Katyusha and Natalia, and... I really like pancakes?"
Antonio laughed a bit at that. His laugh was a very bright and happy sound, and
Ivan relaxed at the sound of it, his fear of the doctor waning quicker by the
second. "If you're a good boy then Francis might give you lots of pancakes," he
said, nodding as if agreeing with his own statement. "But I'm sure you'll have
no problems with behavior... I myself have no siblings, but like you I was born
in a different country. I moved here from Spain for college, and I absolutely
fell in love with this nation! I'm sure you'll love it here as well."
As he spoke, Antonio pulled a pair of blue rubber gloves onto his hands, though
he didn't tear his kind gaze away from Ivan. The sight made the young Omega a
bit nervous, but he smiled back up at the tall man anyway. After all, the
doctor was a friend of Francis, and Francis wouldn't allow any harm to come to
him, right?
Antonio performed a few simple tests on Ivan, including pricking his thumb to
get a blood sample, but he smiled and encouraged him the entire time. A few
small tears came to the Russian's eyes when his blood was drawn, but a gentle,
supportive hand pet his hair and a soft accented voice murmured quiet
encouragements, trying to keep Ivan from crying or freaking out.
Once those tests had finished, it was onto the physical exam, as Antonio put
it. Ivan didn't fully understand what physical exam meant, but it didn't sound
too bad, and Antonio said that after all of his exams were finished he could
properly begin his training. Although Ivan still didn't fully understand what
training was, he was determined to make Francis proud.
Ivan's sense of safety and comfort was quickly ripped from him when Antonio not
so gently grabbed ahold of him and began to strip him of his clothing.
Mortified, Ivan began to struggle, trying to wiggle out of the Spaniard's
grasp, which only got him a quick slap to the face. It wasn't a particularly
hard hit, but it was enough to surprise Ivan into freezing. Taking advantage of
the Omega's temporary stillness, Antonio finished undressing him, leaving Ivan
to bashfully cover his crotch with his hands, his face turning bright red.
"Don't be embarrassed little one," Antonio said in a friendly voice, though
Ivan no longer felt safe trusting him. "I'm just going to check you over, okay?
If I don't you will not be able to be properly trained, and there are certain
things that Francis would rather know beforehand so that he can give you the
attention and training that you need to be the best Omega that you can be. It
will only take a minute.
Ivan quickly shook his head no, but the doctor ignored him. The young boy
yelped as his hands were wrenched away from his crotch, and his small,
undeveloped manhood was made visible to the man. Antonio, with his hands still
covered in his gloves, quickly squirted some substance onto his fingers from a
small tube that he took out of his pocket. After rubbing this unknown substance
onto the index and middle fingers of his right hand, he roughly spread Ivan's
legs.
"Stop!" Ivan cried out, trying to push the doctor away from him, but he was no
match for the older man's strength.
Antonio completely ignored Ivan's plea and he lined up his fingers with his
small entrance, slicking it up slightly with the substance on his fingers
before gently pushing the tip of his index finger inside. Ivan cried out again,
begging him to stop and to not touch him, but Antonio hushed his cries. Slowly
he pushed the rest of his finger in, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Very tight," he mused, speaking his observations aloud. Ivan's body clenched
tight around his single finger, and he wondered if he could even fit in a
second. "He'll definitely need some practice with stretching, but I'm sure
Francis will have no trouble finding some good plugs for him."
With a bit of coaxing and a lot more lubricant, Antonio managed to get a second
finger inside of Ivan, though he cried out in pain at the penetration. Giving a
few experimental thrusts with his fingers to try to loosen him up a bit more,
Antonio began searching along the walls for a certain spot.
Antonio grinned with self satisfaction when he heard the boy underneath him cry
out, feeling his body tense up around his invading fingers. Found it. "Very
good," he said absentmindedly, using his other hand to comfortingly stroke
Ivan's flushed cheek. "The prostate it easily stimulated and seems to be very
sensitive. Francis will be absolutely thrilled to learn this."
Poor little Ivan just shuddered, gnawing on his bottom lip roughly as he
obediently laid still, his legs spread submissively for the doctor. He was
shocked that the fingers inside of him had managed to give him such a spark of
pleasure, and he was mortified when he realized that his underdeveloped cock
had sprung to life. Squeezing his eyes shut, he whimpered, forcing himself not
to thrust his hips back towards Antonio's hand.
Antonio looked down warmly at the Omega. Normally his examinations would be
finished soon after this, but the little Russian boy just looked so cute and
irresistible lying there on the table, desperately trying to hide his need.
Well, the boy was to start training soon anyway, and it couldn't hurt to get a
head start, could it?
With that thought, the Spaniard quickly removed his fingers, the small, needy
sound from the Omega going straight to his cock. Without a word, he scooped up
Ivan, holding him under his arms and gently setting him on the ground between
Antonio's legs. He quickly undid his pants, freeing his already semi-erect cock
and stroking it to an aching hardness.
Putting one hand on the back of the blond Omega's head, he roughly shoved him
forwards so that his face was directly in front of his dick. "Suck it," he
commanded, a small smirk on his face as he watched the boy look up with him
with slight confusion.
Ivan's face flushed dark red and he quickly shook his head, trying to pull
away, but his head was strongly secured by Antonio's hand. Reluctantly, he gave
in, experimentally licking the tip of the large dick before swallowing the head
in his mouth. Antonio groaned at the feeling, pushing the Russian's head
further down onto his cock, ignoring the way that he gagged and thrashed,
trying desperately to pull away.
Antonio held Ivan's head still with an expert grip, gently thrusting into his
mouth, but making sure to be careful. After all, Francis would be angry if he
broke his new toy. He didn't want Ivan to suffocate or injure his mouth too
badly, but he also didn't want this to scare him away from future sexual
encounters.
"Good boy," he praised in a soft voice, bringing his other hand forward to
gently stroke Ivan's plush cheek, only slightly surprised to find tears on the
soft skin. "You're doing very well, you'll be a great Omega some day."
It wasn't too long before Antonio came, but to Ivan it felt like forever. He
held Ivan's head on his cock as he rode out his orgasm, forcing the young boy
to swallow down everything or risk choking. After he was done, the doctor
quickly zipped up his pants and patted the Omega on the head, praising him for
swallowing the entire load and taking his dick so well.
"You'll make someone very happy someday," he said, tossing Ivan's discarded
clothes at him to change back into. "I'm sure that Francis will be able to sell
you for a hefty sum."
***** Decision *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivan has his virginity stolen from him, and he makes a decision.
Chapter Notes
     okay okay its been a really really long time since I updated this
     fic, and a lot of that is because I never meant for the training to
     actually be a part of the fic?? it was all supposed to be part of the
     backstory w h O o p s
     so after this dont expect to see much training, sorry. im trying to
     push it along to the real plot, involving gilbert and alfred uwu once
     it gets there im sure ill have no problem writing chapters~
     anyway im so sorry!! and this chapters a bit short, but more is on
     the way, i swear
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After his experience with the doctor, Ivan was more than a little hesitant when
it came to beginning his training. His instincts roared at him to submit, but
his mind fought against it. This was wrong, it felt wrong. He was no common
pet! And yet, somehow, it felt right. As an Omega, is was what he was born to
do, what he was born to be, but he couldn't just admit defeat to that. His
birth didn't define who was as a person, did it? But even if he wanted to leave
this place and escape from Francis, he had no way of returning home.
And so Ivan put up with everything that was decided for him. In the beginning
he fought against it, feeling violated and wrong, but he soon gave in to his
instincts, and to Francis. At least throughout everything that happened,
Francis remained kind to him. Sure, he would get mad when Ivan disobeyed, but
he only hit him a couple of times throughout the entire time! That was
something, wasn't it?
Days passed, then weeks, then months. His training was going smoothly,
according to Francis. For a long time his training consisted simply of getting
used to it all. Once he could comfortably fit a cock down his throat, the next
thing that he faced in his training was technique. Francis valiantly
volunteered himself to be the guinea pig to teach the boy proper technique, and
from then on his training became much more rigorous, much more intense.
"Once you've perfected your technique and proper Omega mannerisms, you'll be
ready to be sold," Francis had told him one day, a tiny hint of regret in his
voice. "But don't worry, you won't be getting away that easily, mon cher, it'll
take a long time to make sure you're absolutely flawless. I never sell a half-
baked Omega, there are already too many of those on the market."
The words didn't make Ivan feel good, but they had a considerable less effect
on him than they would have when he had been first abducted. He had come to
accept over time that he was, in short, a sex toy, and nothing more. But even
with that acceptance, it didn't mean that he liked it. Even the praises that he
received for how well he performed or how 'sexy' he was were bittersweet.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Francis snapped, striking Ivan across the
face with a palm as he spoke, causing the young boy to wince and whimper.
"You've been sucking dick for months, but you still can't get it through your
head not to use your fucking teeth! No one wants an Omega that can't even suck
right, no matter how pretty you are. If you're not going to learn from my
lessons, then why am I even bothering training you? I might as well just toss
you in a two star whorehouse charging a buck a pop!"
Ivan's cheek stung from where Francis had hit him, and he slunk backwards until
he was pressed up against the wall, one hand hugging his legs to his chest and
the other holding his new injury. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely
audible to the frustrated Frenchman. "Please forgive me, I won't do it again, I
promise!"
Francis seemed to calm down a bit at the pathetic sight in front of him, and
instead he just huffed in annoyance. "We've been wasting too much time training
you for blowjobs anyway," he muttered, mostly to himself. "It's about time you
learn how to take more than just fingers in that tight little ass."
Ivan's head immediately snapped up to look at the blond man, his tear-filled
eyes widening. He had been told that that would be saved for when he was older,
the doctor had said that he was too small for that kind of penetration, that
even with proper preparation he would likely tear! He quickly began shaking his
head, blubbering about how it would hurt and that he didn't want to, but
Francis would have none of that.
"Shut up," the older man practically growled, walking over to Ivan's crumpled
form. "You don't get a say in what happens to you, do you understand? You're
just an Omega, you exist for the pleasure of others, nothing more. What you
want doesn't matter, you don't matter."
The words stung, but they quickly shut him up. Ivan knew from experience that
it would be useless to fight anyway. Francis was right, he didn't matter, and
he knew that even if he struggled with all his power, he wouldn't be able to
stop anything if it was what the other wanted. So he nodded slowly, giving his
consent to what the man demanded of him, even though nothing would change if he
withheld that consent.
"Good boy," Francis said, and Ivan could practically hear the smirk in his
voice. "You're finally starting to learn to follow directions. There might be
hope for you yet."
With that, the Russian boy felt himself being grabbed by the much larger hands,
and being practically tossed back onto the massive bed. He scrambled up into a
sitting position, only to be pushed back down, then over onto his stomach none
too gently. Choking back tears, Ivan stayed motionless, allowing his body to be
moved onto his hands and knees, his legs spread in what would be described by
someone who didn't know the situation as invitingly.
It started with fingers, first one, then two, then eventually even three. Those
slick fingers already made him feel as if he was going to tear in half. His
body was stretched to its limit, which even Francis had to recognize when he
attempted and failed to spread the fingers inside of the tantalizing little
body in front of him.
With an irritated grunt, Francis pulled his fingers out, and there were a
couple short moments where Ivan thought, hoped that that was it, that Francis
had admitted defeat and would leave it be, perhaps just settling for a blowjob
before sending the Omega on his way. How wrong he was.
What could only be described as a painful scream escaped Ivan's lips, amplified
by his surprise as something thick and hard pushed itself inside of him, moving
quickly so as not to give his body the chance to resist and push it away. The
pain was horrendous as Francis sheathed himself fully inside of Ivan, the
extreme amount of lubrication doing what felt to him nothing to dull the pain
of penetration.
Ivan felt his body go limp and his chest fell onto the bed, his hips being held
up only by the Frenchman's deceivingly soft hands. Tears poured from his eyes,
and the teeth clamped around his bottom lip did nothing to stifle his cries of
pain. He couldn't see, but he knew that blood was mixing with Francis's precome
and lube as the older man thrusted his hips far too quickly in and out of
Ivan's body, grunting and muttering about how tight he was as he did so.
The experience lasted forever for poor Ivan, his bottom turning red from the
force at which the other's hard hips slapped into it with every agonizing
thrust. As for Francis, the experience was over far too quickly. Little Ivan
was so tight that it almost hurt, but it felt so good! Before he knew it, he
came inside of the tiny, trembling body underneath it, and he sighed in
pleasure. Oh, he wished Ivan could just stay this way forever.
It was then that Ivan decided that he wouldn't allow himself to bow his head
and let himself become the slutty Omega that Francis and society wanted him to
be. It was then that he decided that he would fight this, no matter what it
took, and that he would change his destiny.
Chapter End Notes
     tbh i didnt really enjoy writing this one much, idk why. i felt like
     I was just rushing through it (because i was) and it was just sad
     above everything else. idk. i really cant wait to get this fic
     actually going so I can write the shit i enjoy writing lmao
     anyway comments and kudos keep me going, so keep them coming please!!
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