BONUS Reverse A/B/O Fic
Cole/Hanzo – Alpha!Cole; Omega!Hanzo; small dick Cassidy; small dick humiliation; Omega auction gone wrong; Omegas being the top of the hierarchy and Alphas being just breeders – Hanzo auctioned himself a playmate for some easy fun times but finds out that his new purchase was falsely labeled...
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Staring at the crate that his guards carefully carried into his office, Hanzo vaguely remembers a night a couple weeks ago. He’s been horny and drunk back then and had been making the rounds on one of the auction sites on the darker sides of the internet.
It’s made sense at the time; getting himself a down-on-his-luck Omega to spend a few hot, slick-filled nights with and then let them go on their way. A good, clean transaction – at least in his books.
He’s completely forgotten about his purchase, though, and his schedule is filled to the brim today. Still… the soft scratching coming from the inside is too tantalizing to simply ignore.
He steps closer, hands on the warm wood, fingers trailing toward an easy latch on the outside. He pauses, though, finger barely touching the metal as a whiff of something curls out from between the slats of the crate.
What in the…
One of his guards shifts. He’s completely forgotten about the both of them. They stand in the background, their faces clearly showing their curiosity. He couldn’t have that; even without the strange, thick scent curling out from the crate he wouldn’t want them to know his preferences.
Like his enjoyment of plump Omegas that feel so nice and soft when he plays around with them.
“Out. Now.”
The guards stand a bit straighter, then turn on their heels and hurry outside – not daring to take even a second longer than necessary. His temper is legendary after all.
He waits for the door to close with a soft click. Inside the crate, he had been able to hear hurried shuffling; its occupant having crawled toward his voice before they call out: “Hello?”
Nice and deep. Hanzo starts to remember more from that night; the live feed of a tall, hirsute man restlessly making his rounds through the small cell that he had been put into. Nice and muscled and plump.
A sensual shiver runs along his spine. He lightly lets his fingers drum against the wood. “I completely forgot about my little present to myself… I have to apologize,” he murmurs through one of the gaps in the slats, then frowns again and slightly rears back at the scent once again drifting toward him.
His purchase replies haltingly: “I don’t… understand.”
Hanzo likes playing with his partners – but he does not particularly enjoy being deceived. It would be the first time the auction site had let him down…
He grabs the latch and unceremoniously opens the door. The man inside the crate crumples to his feet, brought out of balance after having pressed himself against the wood.
Hanzo stares down at him. He is clean, probably freshly hosed off from where he had been packaged; but the scent cloying almost nauseatingly thick around him is still there and a dead give-away that this is, in fact, not a fellow Omega.
“An Alpha,” he hisses, instantly disgusted. He lifts his foot, the toe of his boot beneath the Alpha’s chin to lift his head up. Despite everything, the man looks relieved. He gathers his limbs beneath himself, ostensibly to stand up.
“Yeah. Finally. I’ve been tellin’ everybody that they’re makin’ a fuckin’ mistake.”
Hanzo narrows his eyes. He kicks the Alpha hard into the shoulder, forcing him to roll around on his back – where he belongs. He puts his foot across his throat to keep him down.
The Alpha stares up at him wide-eyed, lifting his hands in capitulation. “Easy now. I ain’t gonna hurt ya-”
Hanzo snorts. “Funny. You may try but I can guarantee you that it would not end well for you.”
He is disappointed – and quite annoyed. He had been looking specifically for another Omega so he could have some light and easy fun. He does neither have the patience nor the time to train himself an Alpha the way he needs him to be.
There are only so many hours in a day and he can not spend them preparing himself for a uselessly big…
His eyes trail down the Alpha’s body – pleasingly chubby just like he can remember – before pausing and just staring at his genitals.
His brain has trouble processing what his eyes are seeing. The sight is so at odds with what his nose has already found out… he slowly takes his boot from the Alpha’s throat and walks closer to the ridiculously small cock he’s sporting.
He needs to get a better look at it. A different angle.
The Alpha seems to finally notice what has gotten his attention, though, and he quickly shields himself from Hanzo’s view. His hands are big like the rest of his body – well… most of it – so when Hanzo gives one of his wrists a sharp kick and he pulls them away with a soft hiss, it makes his dick look even smaller in comparison.
“What on earth is that supposed to be?” he finally gets out.
Whatever this man is – whoever he is – he still does not seem to grasp his situation.
There’s an angry and embarrassed flicker crossing his face before he starts to get up – only to be cut short by Hanzo casually pulling his firearm and pointing it right at his face while his eyes are still stuck on the most ridiculous Alpha cock he’s ever seen.
“Back down,” he tells him calmly.
The Alpha, finally catching on, slowly lies himself back down, his arms now at his sides. He obviously is one of the dimmer creatures. Idiot studs whose brain has diminished in favor of increasing the size of their cocks. He tells him as much idly while he walks around him, not letting his dick out of sight.
“Though you… you really caught the short end of the stick, did you not? A stupid brute with a… well… it could be called a cock with a lot of good will.” He squats down next to the Alpha. His scent is so strong and potent… he would have bet good money on him being an absolute stud.
Hanzo lowers his gun, hearing the Alpha exhale in relief, only for him to once again tense when Hanzo uses the tip of his weapon to lightly nudge his cock.
The man whimpers.
Hanzo throws him a small glance. “What is your name?” he asks him, already back to paying attention to his dick. It is soft, the shaft having a generous amount of folds, so he will probably grow a little bit once he’s hard… but that girth seems interesting. Nearly wider than it is long. He’s never seen such a pathetically ugly cock.
He shifts a little and is surprised to find his hole growing nice and warm with interest.
“Cassidy… Cole… Cole Cassidy,” the Alpha finally manages to stutter out.
Hanzo hums. He nudges at his cock again with his gun while he thinks. He glances toward his firmly closed doors. His office rooms are, naturally, sound proof. So whatever happens in here…
“I bought you for a purpose. You being an Alpha is not exactly desirable but I suppose this thing here will do. I doubt it would be able to reach deep enough for impregnation.” Hanzo is downright ashamed at how hot he gets from the thought of letting this pathetic Alpha fuck him. His hole clenches hard. He can hear the soft smacking sound once it relaxes again. He’s already wet.
Well shit. It’s been a while since he got this horny this fast.
“If you are a good boy, Cole… I will not hurt you. So keep your hands to yourself and do only what I tell you.” He smiles to himself as he adds with a croon as if saying a sweet little nothing to a lover: “Or I will put a bullet in your head and call it a day.”
He glances up to the Alpha’s face. He’s gone a bit pale beneath his beard but his eyes are glittering.
Hanzo throws a leg over his face, positioning himself in a 69 position above the Alpha.
“Have you understood?” he asks him.
“I… guess so,” Cole replies.
Hanzo lowers his ass onto the Alpha’s face. He’s still fully dressed of course, but he’s horny and he can feel his hole starting to swell for him and his pathetic dicklett… so there’s no doubt he’ll be able to smell it. He drags his ass against Cole’s face, hearing him grunt in confusion and surprise.
His big hands twitch at his sides, ready to grab the Omega before he forces them flat on the ground.
Hanzo smirks to himself. His eyes are on Cole’s cock, watching it with morbid fascination.
Cassidy takes long to finally catch on to what Hanzo is doing. Idiot fucking Alphas. Even the ones with cocks the size of peas seem to have difficulty getting that marble in their skulls to work.
Softly, he can hear him sniff a few times. Hanzo grinds his ass down impatiently, hard enough to probably threaten to break his goddamn nose.
“This is why nobody likes Alphas,” he announces. “You’re all just. So. Dense!” He drags his cunt against Cole’s face until he finally starts to take some nice, deep sniffs of him.
The audacity of having to work to get an Alpha to scent him. The sheer gall they bring to the table. Hanzo can’t help a constant low growl spilling forth. He’s horny and he wants to get mounted and he’s annoyed that that is his current state of being. That he’s getting nice and wet for this ridiculous short cock – that is starting to fill out some now.
Hanzo is stuck watching with rapt attention as the thing twitches and grows. Not much… but at least it gets a couple inches longer until it feels like it might even reach him for a bit of penetration. And god it’s fat!
“This is the ugliest cock I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs; mostly to himself. He doesn’t really consider the Alpha hearing it until there’s a muffled whimper from underneath his ass.
He gets up and turns to thoughtfully look at Cassidy’s face. It’s flushed a ruddy red, his eyes full of confused arousal and hurt. In fact it looks like Hanzo might have given him a bit of a rug burn with the desperate humping of his pants clad ass.
That’s okay.
He notices Cassidy’s eyes straying back toward the gun in his hand, so he lifts it and waves it slightly between the two of them.
“You will mount me now,” he tells him. “You will mount me and you will fuck me with that… thing.” He jerks his chin in the general direction of the small Alpha dick, derision dripping from his words. “And you will not speak about this to anybody. Or…” He lifts the gun higher between them and smiles. “You understand. I don’t want my reputation ruined by people knowing I let that ugly excuse for a cock get inside me.”
God, but he’s hot for it. He’s hot for it. He keeps staring at that squat dicklett as he undresses, his mouth watering like it really wants to be stuffed full of it. By the time he bends down to push his pants to his ankles, he can feel the slick bubbling from his pussy.
He can’t remember the last time he’s been so excited for a mounting. From an Alpha, no less. Fuck, this is humiliating.
Chewing on his tongue, Hanzo turns around and gets on his hands and knees. The wetness is sliding down his inner thighs. He can feel the cool air against it. He doesn’t want to feel the cool air. He wants to feel that hairy heavy body on his back and that ridiculously fat cock spreading his cheeks.
But there’s nobody covering him. In fact, he can’t hear the Alpha at all.
He peers over his shoulder to see Cassidy just staring at him, his mouth soft and open as he subconsciously keeps scenting him in the air, looking for all the world like he has no idea what to do with a prime Omega that is showing him exactly where he can stick that ugly short dick of his.
“Get to it!” he barks. That at least seems to do the trick and Cassidy flinches before hastily starting to get up.
Maybe he is one of those rare Alpha examples that can be taught after all… Hanzo kind of likes the thought of having an Alpha at his beck and call that he can use however he wants to.
Slowly, Cassidy shoves himself over Hanzo’s back. He feels just as hot and satisfying there as he had imagined him to be. His body hair scratches against his skin and his stomach presses against the dip of Hanzo’s spine in the most gratifying way.
He’s breathing heavily; wheezing almost as he awkwardly hunches his sturdy hips forward. Hanzo can just about see them in the reflection of the chrome feet of his furniture. He quickly humps a few times before realizing that he is still far too far away to do anything at all.
Muttering an awkward: “S-Sorry…” he shuffles even more across Hanzo. He’s a big boy; much taller than Hanzo had given him credit for with him having been cowering or lying on the floor the whole time.
By the time he really is in position, he can pretty much hook his chin over Hanzo’s head.
Cassidy’s breathing has gone even deeper. He hunches his hips again; all animalistic reaction to being on the back of a horny Omega. Hanzo can feel him this time; his hopelessly ugly dick pressing between his cheeks. It’s hot and fat – and he wonders all of a sudden what his knot might be like. Whether it is as stupidly small as the rest of his dick or unproportionately fat.
In his mind it is the ugliest knot that could be perceived and the thought has him arch his back down even harder, more slick bubbling from his flushed, swollen cunt. He is so horny for this mounting that it aches. It aches deep in his belly. In his womb.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, sweat starting to pearl on his forehead. Cassidy is a heavy asshole and barely holding his own weight, too preoccupied with the back-and-forth humping of his hips, it seems. “Go on… get in already!”
Cassidy’s heavy, wheezing breaths hitch. His hips pump faster, that fat, sturdy cocklett dragging between Hanzo’s cheeks and kissing up to his hungry pussy in the most infuriatingly tantalizing way. Hell, he can even hear it smacking underneath Cole’s asthmatic gasps. How his cunt, nice-as-you-please, keeps kissing that ugly tip, just trying to lure it in deeper.
“Go on… go on-” he hisses through his teeth. Cassidy has managed to push a bit deeper, giving him just a taste of the stretch that is about to follow- When all motion above him stops and a whining sort of whistling escapes Cassidy’s lungs while hot, gooey cum splashes against Hanzo’s hole.
His unfucked goddamn hole that he wanted to get stretched on the ugliest Alpha cocklet he’s ever seen.
He’s too stunned to speak for a while, his overheating brain having to work through the fact that this idiot Alpha managed to shoot his load no five minutes into a breeding. Before even penetrating him.
“...Sorry…” Cole mutters again, apparently the only word flying around that empty Alpha skull of his. Which is fine in and off itself, but Hanzo is livid. Horny and livid.
He whirls around, a hand on the Alpha’s broad chest pushing him back and toppling him to lie flat on the ground yet again.
Cassidy’s face is still red; maybe from getting to pump out his load with a gorgeous Omega… but probably more accurately, from prematurely pumping said load out before Hanzo got anywhere near where he wanted to be that moment.
“You will be sorry,” Hanzo replies back, voice gone dangerously low and silky.
Cassidy looks worried but when Hanzo grabs his legs and pushes them up, telling him to hold them, he does so without complaint.
Even when Hanzo reaches between his own legs to gather a generous helping of thick Alpha cum on his fingers and smear the mess between his hairy ass cheeks he just grunts softly.
Maybe he understands what is about to happen and that there is no way in Hell that he’ll be able to stop Hanzo from pursuing it… or maybe he has no idea and is just trying to keep up with shit – keep the angry Omega placated in some way shape or form so he wouldn’t kill him after their fucking.
In any case, he remains nice and still as Hanzo gets himself into position and begins to push his dick into the tightest goddamn hole he’s ever felt.
The sensation crawls along his shaft and toward the base of his spine. He closes his eyes briefly, mouth opening on a low groan that is echoed by Cassidy. Is it a groan of pain or surprise?
Hanzo opens his eyes and peers at his face. If anything, the Alpha looks mildly confused and embarrassed; he probably never got fucked by an Omega before-
It’s then, finally, that Hanzo starts to put two and two together. His stomach clenches with hot need. (His womb clenches. He’s so hyper aware of it sitting low in his belly, hot and greedy for this disgusting Alpha.)
“Virgin…” he croons out between clenched teeth. “My fucking God, a virgin Alpha with an ugly little dick got dropped into my lap.”
If Cassidy’s face had been red before, it is nothing compared to the color it takes on now. He inhales shakily, eyes flicking away from Hanzo’s face… oh but his useless little dick… oh, it is twitching in the mess he made. His cum is smeared everywhere at it is still twitching and excited for the humiliation.
“I’ll teach you how to fuck,” Hanzo tells him, voice trembling and ominous sounding. “I’ll fuck that precious little Alpha flower of yours until you can manage to squeeze your ugly dicklett into my pussy. I’ll make you take it as long and as often as you need to figure out how to make that useless thing work. You’ll be the best fucked Alpha on the planet by the time I’m done with you. You understand? Huh?”
His hips are snapping, fucking into the hot, confused clench of the Alpha’s body until the cum he used as lube is starting to froth.
It only gets him angrier. That his body is responding to the scent of Alpha cum like it is starved for it. That what he really wants to do is turn around again and wave his pussy in Cassidy’s face until he mounts again and again and again, trying to stick that disgusting Alpha cock into him.
God and the sounds he makes as he’s getting fucked for all that he’s worth; hiccuping, low grunts, fingers digging desperately into the legs he holds up like a good boy.
His whole body is moving; just like Hanzo likes. Just as he hoped it would when he still thought he’d be an Omega and that he could fool around with him before sending him on his merry way. His belly is jiggling. His tits are jiggling. It is absolutely mesmerizing.
He’ll be reeking of him like a bitch by the time he’s done with him… but he’ll have to deal with it. Everybody will have to deal with it.
Because now he’s got a new pet project.
He’s got a pet Alpha.
One that flushes like the virgin he is while he gets fucked in the ass by an Omega. Hanzo leans forward, hands on the backs of Cassidy’s legs, forcing them closer toward his chest until he is wheezing again.
His dicklett looks ridiculous between his meaty thighs. Hanzo feels himself getting obsessed with it. He wishes he could lean down and suck on the ugly thing while he fucks Cole’s cunt into a soft, frothy mess.
“I should not have been surprised,” he murmurs with a low voice, gaze boring into Cole’s face, forcing him to look at him without having to grab that beard of his. “Who would let himself get bred by such a small thing? It is no wonder people have mistaken you as an Omega with a particularly ugly dick. You should be thankful for the opportunity. Say it. Thank me for fucking your virgin ass after you unloaded your nasty little clit dick on my perfect ass.”
Cole’s dark eyes look watery. He’s overwhelmed by the situation – probably still wondering if Hanzo is going to put a bullet in his head after everything is said and done… and so confused by his body’s reaction. So eager. So needy.
He inhales as much as he can, then stutters out: “Th-thank you… ah… f-fuck-”
His eyes flutter closed. He drops his head back with a thump, his fingers trembling on his legs. Hanzo has slightly shifted his angle and is probably pushing right against his prostate.
Hanzo has a nice cock, after all. With a good length and a nice bit of girth and an upward tick that is almost designed to massage those sweet little spots.
Certainly leagues above this pathetic Alpha dick. He tells him as much, and Cassidy hiccups out a low moan before saying repeating, unprompted and with much more feeling: “Thank you.”
Hanzo hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. How his body reacts to this stinking Alpha being so submissive and sweet and letting him insult him without any ifs ands or buts. He hates how his cunt feels so needy and empty and the slick is bubbling out again without any hopes of this pathetic cocklett satisfying him today.
So instead he puts all that frustration into fucking his virgin pussy. He grits his teeth and furrows his brows, grunt fucking into Cassidy because he can take it. He’s sturdy and jiggles in all the right places and god, even his ugly cock is bouncing. Has it gone hard again? It is so difficult to tell. This pathetic… ridiculous… thing-
Hanzo throws his head back, heat rushing through his body and out of his twitching cock. His toes are curling. Maybe he’s wailing too, it’s difficult to tell through the rush of blood in his ears. He could see himself singing all those sweet orgasmic Omega songs because apparently he’s lost all sense of dignity today.
He can’t believe how good this nasty Alpha feels on his dick. He can’t believe how easy it was to get him under his heel.
By the time he groggily blinks his eyes open, Cole is just lying there, panting, exhausted from his awkward little premature orgasm he’s had.
Though… he pumped out a lot. A nice fat load. Fuck, I didn’t even look for his knot.
Next time. Oh, next time he will. There are so many things he wants to do to this Alpha.
He’s spent so much money on him. He’ll get it’s worth out of him.
Every single yen.