by Eva Leon
Stolen Omega
By
Eva Leon
Captured
1
Kyle had just turned eighteen when he fled his home. Once he hitched a ride on the back of a handsome stranger’s motorcycle, Kyle never looked back.
Right now, though, part of him wished he could go back in time and do things differently. That handsome stranger was Markus Blackthorne, and Kyle has been living as his captive for six years. When Kyle ran away from his abusive parents and into Markus’s arms, he’d jumped out of the frying-pan and into the fire.
Kyle was raised in a household that served only his parents’ version of God. His parents were devout Pentecostals, and they told him the beatings and isolation were to save his soul. Omegas were an abomination in their eyes. Men were to marry women. Kyle’s parents believed that if Omegas prayed hard enough, they could impregnate beta women. If they couldn’t, it was a sign they were wallowing in sin.
Once, in the fifth grade, Kyle tried to stand up for himself. He told his teacher about his parents’ discipline methods, but Child Protective Services refused to intervene. After that, Kyle was homeschooled.
The night he fled, Kyle saw Markus ride up on his big, black motorcycle as he waited for a bus out of town. It was around one o’clock in the morning, and the midnight bus was an hour late. Kyle had snuck out of the house and was terrified someone would discover he was missing before the bus came.
He’d made the decision to run away when he was fifteen, but since Kyle was homeschooled and wasn’t allowed to have a job, it took him three years to scrape together the money for a bus ticket. Whenever he could pick up pennies or other change from the ground, Kyle would. There weren’t many opportunities. He only went to church, the grocery store with his mother, and on the occasional church field trips.
His parents hated letting him go on the trips because they felt the other kids in the church were too corrupt. The pastor, Martin Smith, talked them into some of the shorter, bible-focused travel. Much of it was community service, including picking up trash. That’s when he’d find plenty of change and get excited about his escape.
So here Kyle was with a bus ticket to the city, alone in the dark, and waiting. Just when he started to feel like it was hopeless, a motorcycle came roaring out of the night.
He pulled up to the curb and surveyed Kyle’s young, nubile body from head to toe. He regularly wore an ugly brown shirt and camel corduroys. It was a uniform his parents dictated to keep his focus off his appearance and on the lord. But now he was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans he’d stolen from the church donation boxes.
His deep auburn hair was mussed. Kyle hadn’t known what size clothes to grab since he’d been making his own clothes from the time he was eight years old. The jeans fit okay, they were a bit snug at the hips and across his cock, but the t-shirt was about three sizes too small and showed off his pecs and tight abs. He wasn’t huge, but Kyle had developed cut muscles from having to do a great deal of manual labor around his parents’ homestead.
“Need a ride somewhere, young man?” Markus asked him without getting off his bike.
“I’m waiting for the bus, sir,” Kyle replied, the terror in his voice evident.
“Mmmm. Sir. I like that.” He licked his lips and continued staring at the outline of Kyle’s cock like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten in years.
“I should just wait. I’m sure it will be along any time now,” Kyle replied.
“A young Omega shouldn’t be out here alone. The night is full of predators waiting to take advantage of someone just like you. Come with me; I’ll protect you,” he said, sounding completely sincere, but Markus knew he was the predator Kyle should fear.
Then Kyle made a huge mistake. He got on the back of Markus’s bike, wrapped his arms around his waist, and disappeared into the night.
2
The night Kyle arrived at the Iron Sled MC clubhouse was one of the most frightening of his life. Amazingly, his strict religious upbringing was the thing that saved him.
Markus brought Kyle in and told a man named Joe to get the door. Joe immediately locked the door behind them, and now Kyle was shut in with one of the most notorious outlaw clubs in the area.
They were a violent biker gang responsible for robberies, murders, drug and gun running, and human trafficking. Oh, and they were also a pack of bloodthirsty werewolves who used their powers to abuse women, Omegas, and anybody who had something they wanted into submission.
“Who wants the first go at him?” Markus bellowed to the room.
Kyle stood there, shaking and terrified. He only had a vague idea as to what Markus was talking about when he asked who wanted him first. Part of his upbringing included the idea that sex was only something people did after marriage, and he’d figure out how to make babies when he had his wife in front of him.
He had absolutely no idea that he was dangerously close to being a part of a werewolf biker gangbang and then sold the next morning to a pimp in the city.
“Take your clothes off, little Omega. You can pay me back for your rescue by letting me in that hot little ass while you suck off my brothers here,” he growled at Kyle.
“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered. Near tears, he pleaded. “What do you mean, my ass? What do you want me to suck on?” No one had ever talked to Kyle about anal sex or his slick. Since it was considered an abomination, he was forbidden from ever having sex with Alphas. No one ever told Kyle how it was done, and he certainly didn’t know anything about blowjobs.
“Wait, are you messing with me, bitch?” Markus was getting pissed.
“No. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. Please. I don’t understand what’s going on. I was just trying to get to the city.”
“Oh, you’ll get to the city alright. I’ll take you tomorrow morning, but not until we’re done with you,” Markus snarled through clenched teeth.
But then it dawned on Markus. Close to the neighborhood where he’d picked Kyle up was a church that most people in town called a cult. It was well-known for being home to some crazy holy rollers who barely let their kids see the light of day for fear that the world was full of devil sin. They were, of course, correct. He was dressed like a little slut in that tight shirt and jeans that left nothing to the imagination, but Markus began to wonder.
“Where did you get those clothes, sugar?” he asked Kyle, trying again to sound like the gentle protector.
His cheeks grew a furious shade of red and hot tears started rolling down Kyle’s cheeks. His hands went down to cover his crotch when he realized that Markus was staring at it again.
“I took them from the donation boxes in the basement. I’m so sorry. Is that what this is about? I’ll give them back, I swear. I just didn’t think I should go to the city in my regular clothes. I wanted to blend in.” He was a sobbing, terrified mess at this point. A sneer spread across Markus’s face as he realized what he had.
“Are you a virgin, baby?” he cooed at Kyle in his most soothing voice.
“You mean like the savior’s mother? Yes, I am. No one has ever touched me. Not even a doctor. Mama made sure I always went to Omega doctors so that Alphas and Betas couldn’t fill my head with lies.”
“Oh, that’s too good. I’ve struck gold tonight, boys. Back off you horny motherfuckers! We’ve got ourselves a real live virgin here. He’ll make me rich.” Markus was as excited as an Alpha who’d just won the lottery.
He was going to have to watch Kyle like a hawk. His wolves were loyal, but the temptation to take him was going to be strong.
He was the Chief Alpha, and it was hard for him not to rip off Kyle’s clothes and fuck his virgin ass. Markus couldn’t imagine how hard it would be for a less
er wolf to resist.
Moreover, there was the matter of the money. Kyle was a lovely Omega, with a sweet face and a taut, tight body. If he could find the right buyer, he could probably make at least a million dollars auctioning off his cherry.
No, he wouldn’t let anyone steal that from him. An opportunity like this came along very rarely in a man’s life.
Markus grabbed Kyle’s arm and led him away from the group.
“Any man who touches him dies,” he said over his shoulder as they walked down a dirty, dark hallway.
“Yes, Chief,” the men said in unison.
3
“You’ll have to share the bed with me. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you,” Markus told Kyle when they got to his room.
“My name is Kyle. Thank you for saving me.” He desperately wanted to win this man over because, even with his limited life experiences, Kyle realized Markus was the only thing keeping him safe right now.
“Oh, sweetheart. I didn’t save you. But you’re going to make me a fortune, so I should be thanking you.”
He dug in a dresser drawer and got Kyle a pair of boxer shorts.
“Put those on; you can’t sleep in those jeans. I’ll get one of the others to help you find some clothes in the morning. They’re all too busy sucking cock for cash tonight,” Markus told him as he tossed the shorts at Kyle.
He turned around, bent over, and slipped off the jeans. Markus watched his every move and his cock hardened at the sight of Kyle’s big, soft ass up in the air. The fabric of his underwear strained against him, and he could see the outline of his balls as well as the base of his cock.
“Oh shit. I can’t go to bed like this. I’ll fuck you seven ways from Sunday before the sun comes up.” With that, he left the room. Kyle climbed into the bed and cried himself to sleep.
Down the hall, one of Markus’s favorite Omegas was in another room getting ready to suck off James. He was a club officer, and thus had access to any Omega he wanted at any time. That is, except Kyle. Markus burst into the room just as James was unzipping his pants.
“Get the fuck out, James. Go have Jinx swallow your knob. I need Sam tonight,” he barked at the man.
“But we were just about to get started,” James protested.
“Get the fuck out now, or I’ll rip your head off. I’m the fucking Chief, you piece of shit. I’ll end you for talking back.” Markus was not in the mood for debate.
“Yes, Markus.” With that, James fled from the room to go find Jinx.
Sam was one of the MC favorites, and he often had Alphas fighting over which one got to visit his room that night. Usually, the answer was that they all went, bruised and bloodied, to take turns screwing him.
He was lean, but with a perky bubble butt and dark red hair. Every inch of him was inviting, and his ass was as tight as a virgin’s, no matter how many cocks it took.
He loved sucking dick and getting gangbanged. No matter how many men thrust their cock into his slick, willing ass, he always begged for more. But tonight, it looked like it was just going to be Sam and Markus.
“What can I do you for, Markus?” he asked him demurely.
“You can start by shutting that whore mouth of yours.” He was here to pretend he was Kyle and didn’t need to hear him speaking. It ruined the effect.
“Yes, Big Papa.”
“Oh, that’s good. Are you my clean little virgin? You hush now, and I’ll show you everything you need to know.”
Markus walked over to Sam’s dresser and riffled through the top drawer. He huffed and looked through another until he found what he was looking for.
After producing plain white cotton boxers, he walked over to Sam and thrust them into his hands. “Go in your bathroom and put these on. Slick your hair back. It’s too red. I need it darker.
When you come out, don’t say anything. Tonight, you’re my good little virgin Omega, and I’m about to pop your sweet cherry.”
Sam obeyed. He went into his bathroom and changed into the boxers. In addition to slicking his hair back, Sam washed off all his makeup. He had on some eyeliner and a dusting of sparkles across his cheeks. Some of the other Alphas liked that. He was a gorgeous Omega who looked ten years younger with his hair clean and the makeup washed off.
He walked back into the bedroom, and Markus had turned off the black lights and flipped on the regular room lights. This quick makeover took the room from looking like a dirty sex den to a normal bedroom. Sam walked over to Markus and stood before him with his eyes cast down and his hands clasped in front of him.
Markus tilted Sam’s chin up and planted a soft kiss on his lips without opening his eyes.
“Oh, Kyle. You’re so sweet.”
Sam didn’t usually allow the men to kiss him on the mouth, but this was Markus, and there was no denying him anything. Especially not if he wanted to maintain his rank as his head fuck boy.
Markus ran his hands down Sam’s arms and took his hands. “Do you want me, baby? Do you want me to make you a man?”
Sam nodded his head yes and he guided Markus over to the bed. Sam laid down, and Markus pulled his white boxers off slowly. He parted Sam’s legs and brought his face down to just above his cock.
“I’m going to get you ready. Would you like that?” he asked, and Sam nodded his head yes again.
Markus leaned in a little further and ran his tongue up Sam’s cock. Sam moaned and writhed. He tried to push him away gently and then giggled as if he was embarrassed.
“Now, honey, let me do this for you. You taste so good,” he said.
He used long, slow strokes of his tongue to bring Sam to the brink of orgasm, and then started sucking him off harder. Sam moaned loudly and started thrusting his hips up off the bed as he climaxed.
When he was finished sucking Sam off, Markus kissed the Omega and spit the cum into Sam’s mouth. The Omega swallowed it obediently and smiled.
“Now, Kyle, the rest of this isn’t going to be so sweet. You’re a sweet little peach, but we like to break our Omegas in rough.”
He bit Sam’s hip and shoved two fingers into his asshole. “Ah, nice and slick. Good.”
With that, he pulled out his fingers and thrust his hard cock into him. After a few minutes of hammering away at Sam’s asshole, he pulled out and flipped him over.
His hand wound through Sam’s hair and pulled it back forcefully. “Now it’s time to fill you up. You want all of Papa’s knot, right?”
Sam nodded his head as best he could with his hair pulled back in Markus’s hand. He thought this Kyle bitch was one lucky virgin.
Markus wanted to defile him in the most humiliating and painful ways. Fortunately for them both, this wouldn’t hurt Sam a bit.
He tried to pull away a bit to protect himself from what was coming next, and Markus slapped his ass hard enough to leave a welt. “Now don’t be like that, sugar. Show Big Papa what a good Omega you can be, and let me squeeze that little asshole around my cock. Make me come so I don’t have to beat you.”
Sam pushed his hips up a bit and clenched his muscles down around Markus’s cock hard.
“Good boy. Oh, Kyle. Oh god. You’re so tight, baby,” he said and lost control. He fucked Sam hard and deep until he couldn’t hold on anymore. Markus yanked Sam’s hair back as his cock shot a load of cum deep into his ass. He pulled out, gave his dick a few more hard pumps with his hand, and emptied the rest of his cum all over his ass cheeks and back.
Markus pulled his pants up and tucked his cock in. While he was buttoning up and throwing his shirt on, he said “Thanks for the ride, Sam. You might want to shower, you dirty bitch.” He bent over and kissed the top of his head before going out the door. Markus had promised Sam the knot, but the last thing he wanted to do was get one of the MC whores pregnant, so he pulled out before it could rise.
“Bye, Big Papa,” Sam said and gave him a wave.
Six Years Later
Kyle had been in the service of the Iron Sled MC for six years, and Markus hadn�
��t sold him yet. He was still a virgin and mostly worked in the kitchen.
Every time Markus found a buyer willing to pay what he wanted for Kyle’s virginity, he would decide he could get more and up the price. Part of him wanted more money, but it was mostly because he felt like he owned Kyle.
Markus wasn’t in love with him, far from it, but he had started to feel like he was entitled to Kyle’s virginity. After all, he was the one who had given him food, shelter, and protection all of these years.
Fortunately for Kyle, a bear shifter from a rival MC had taken an interest in the sale. Dakota was the leader of the Kodiaks MC. The Kodiaks weren’t an outlaw club.
They did honor rides for veterans’ funerals, helped the local childrens’ hospital with fundraising, and did volunteer work with animal shelters. They weren’t to be messed with, though, as they were as deadly as any outlaw club. Dakota and the rest of the Kodiaks often took jobs like helping women escape their violent husbands and locating missing children.
Quite a few of them were reformed criminals who wanted to give up the criminal life but were still drawn to the open road. Because of this, many of them still had ties to the underworld and could get information for the right price. Everyone from the police to the criminals respected them, and you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who would risk crossing the Kodiaks.
Dakota hated the human trafficking aspect of the Iron Sled’s business, but it seemed that every time he was able to shut them down, they found a way to start again.
It was through his lieutenant, Bryan, that he heard about the sale of Kyle. After a little digging, he found out who he was. He’d gone missing six years ago and had apparently been held by the Iron Sleds the entire time.
Bidding for his virginity was up to three million dollars, plus transport to the Middle East, where the current top bidder lived.
He knew if the sale went through, Kyle would disappear forever. Dakota was at home, surfing the net and trying to figure out if he wanted to get involved when Bryan emailed him the file on him. He clicked the email open, and his blood ran ice-cold.
