by Dex Bass
“Yup.” Oscar nodded.
“Which is romantic and all,” Adam said, through breathing heavily from holding up Oscar in his arms and fucking him hard against the wall. “But I just want to move to bed now. And I can’t pull out of you.”
“So carry me,” Oscar said, in his best cheekily mischievous omega voice. “While your knotted cock is still in me.” Adam grunted in agreement. It wasn’t going to be easy to carry Oscar to the bedroom while Adam’s knotted cock was still residing deep inside Oscar’s ass — but it was the only thing Adam could do. And Adam was sure that fully fucking ihs alpha in bed would be worth the temporary exertion of having to carry him to bed.
Right foot. Left foot. Walk. Keep holding Oscar in your arms. Don’t drop him; you’ll tear off your dick or something. Turn the bedroom doorknob with the edge of your hand. Kick the door open. Carry Oscar forward, forward, forward to the bed.
Adam gently set Oscar down on the bed, on Oscar’s back. Adam climbed on top of him. They were basically in the same position as they’d been in standing up against the wall, only rotated ninety degrees. Adam’s dick was even deeper in Oscar than when they were fucking up against the wall. With each step walking over to the bed, Adam maneuvered his hard knotted dick to nest deeper and deeper inside Oscar’s ass.
Adam could claim it was unintentional. Of course it was intentional. He wanted to be as deep in Oscar as he could possibly be. He wanted the sexual pleasure of his knotted, engorged dickhead tickling Oscar’s prostate. He wanted the romantic pleasure of being physically at one with Oscar. And he wanted the sure pregnancy that would be guaranteed when he shot his loads of cum deep into Oscar’s fertile ass.
His dick still penetrating deep inside, Adam raised Oscar’s legs into the air. He grabbed Oscar’s calves. Piledriving from above, he could get back into the rhythm of pounding Oscar’s meaty omega ass.
Oscar was a vocal omega bottom. Very vocal. He growled, sighed, squealed, and moaned, all at once, with every one of Adam’s deep thrusts into him. Once Adam had sunk his dick deep inside Oscar’s ass, he moved it up and down while pumping, stimulating Oscar’s prostate, even his taint and the upper ridges of his ass crack. Adam’s dick was big enough.
Every time Adam’s balls collided with Oscar’s hairy thighs, Oscar tightened his ass to milk Adam’s dick more — or try to milk Adam’s dick. As much as Oscar obviously wanted the load of cum in him immediately, Adam wanted to wait. At least just a little bit. Adam had been waiting a lifetime for this fucking. He finally achieved sexual congress with his fated omega; he finally thrust his long, fat dick into the man that was meant for him. He wanted to draw it out and enjoy it. Adam savored every nanosecond of the sex, every millimeter of thrust in and out, every time Oscar grabbed at Adam’s back and every time that Adam threw Oscar’s legs up higher over his own shoulders. It was joy. It was what he’d been waiting for.
He kissed Oscar again, puckered lips to puckered lips, proceeding to tongue on tongue. With his left hand he started playfully squeezing at Oscar’s chest, pecs, and nipples. Those would be excellent muscular, manly pecs for bearing milk for the baby. Oscar’s blood-red nipples called out to Adam’s tongue. Those nipples were huge, meaty, and totally masculine. Adam managed to contort himself to kiss and suck on Oscar’s one nipple, then the other. Of course Oscar wasn’t lactating yet, but Adam could only imagine how fertile and milky his chest would be once Adam had put a baby in him.
Oscar’s cock wasn’t tremendously huge like Adam’s alpha schlong. But Oscar’s omega cock was still a cock to contend with. The omega cock was thick and veiny and uncut. Its length and girth would have been decent even for an alpha, but were downright big for an omega. As Adam fucked from above, Oscar’s dick was pushing up against Adam’s muscled stomach, like a kickstand. With his right hand Adam gripped the dick to jerk it on his abs. With his left hand Adam grabbed ferociously at Oscar’s muscled pecs, then traced sensuous circles around his nipples — all while he kept fucking Oscar hard. His dick wasn’t getting any softer, and neither was Oscar’s.
Adam jackhammered Oscar from above. Oscar’s lean calves rested on Adam’s shoulders, while his legs and thighs and ass were wide open for Adam to pump his seed into.
Adam was in the perfectly sexually dominant alpha position. He was bareback-fucking deeply in Oscar’s fertile ass. With every thrust and grunt, he was going deeper into Oscar and closer to putting a baby in his omega. Oscar’s cries of ecstasy became more frantic, and Oscar was lifting his ass up with every stroke of Adam’s to impale himself more deeply on Adam’s dick: the pleasure-rod, the baby-maker.
Adam grabbed Oscar’s dick like a joystick. From above Oscar’s crotch, Adam jerked, squeezed, and pumped Oscar’s shaft. He lightly ran his thumb over the sensitive, engorged omega dickhead. All the while, he kept fucking Oscar’s ass. He thrust all of himself into Oscar; he wanted to put his entire body, at least his entire alpha sexuality, into Oscar’s hungry, fertile ass.
Adam’s fucking sped up. Oscar raised his legs farther, tightened his ass canal more, pushed back against Adam’s dick harder.
A shock wave went through Adam. A spasm. His hips, his ass, his abs, his entire core thrust his dick deeper and deeper into Oscar, as the cum spurted deep into Oscar’s most fertile place. Adam breathed quickly and growled like an alpha and leaned down to kiss Oscar’s chest, neck, and face, as he felt gob after gob of hot cum flow into his beloved omega.
They tongue-kissed. Adam flicked his erect tongue on Oscar’s warm flat tongue while staring into Oscar’s deep blue eyes.
Adam was fully in the throes of orgasm. He shook and spasmed. Adam’s cock shot stream after stream of semen into Oscar’s hole, where it would make them a baby. Hot alpha cum always came in torrents. This was no artificial insemination procedure that dealt with milliliters and syringes; this was gobs of Adam’s warm, fertile cum pumped deeped into Oscar’s ass.
Adam’s jerking of Oscar’s dick grew frantic. Oscar bucked up with his entire midsection, fucking Adam’s hand that was gripping his dick. As Adam was spurting the last of his fertile cum into Oscar, Oscar was spurting hot cum into Adam’s hand and all over Adam’s abs and pubes. Adam smiled and rubbed Oscar’s omega cum into his abs and pubes.
Oscar’s convulsing ass canal milked the last drops of alpha cum from Adam’s dick. Adam had never knotted, but at least he knew about it from medical school, and of course from all the alphas who always talked about it. The tip of his dick had expanded inside of Oscar right before orgasm, and it would take a while after orgasm to be able to withdraw his dick. That was just as well. It was exactly what Adam wanted. He craved to just lie on top of Oscar, still inside him, and gently tongue-kiss him while staring into his beautiful face.
“You filled me. We’ll have a baby.” Those were the first coherent words Oscar said, after an hour of only ecstatic omega moans and gasps. He’d just been fucked good.
“I hope so. I hope so.” Adam tried to be gentle in how he lay on top of Oscar. He wouldn’t slide his dick out of him yet, but he didn’t want to press down on him with all his weight. He especially thought about the baby that he imagined already being inside Oscar, even if scientifically he knew that Oscar’s egg hadn’t even been fertilized yet by the millions of sperm Adam had shot into him. “I’ve never cum like that before, Oscar. It felt like I was putting a million babies inside you.”
“One baby.” Oscar smiled up at Adam. “One baby is all I want.”
They kissed again. Adam slid his hands under Oscar’s shoulderblades. Oscar’s dick was deflating, growing soft: a long, thick, semi-hard appendage drenched in its own cum. Adam thought maybe his own dick had unknotted inside Oscar. With some gentle pulls, he was able to get it out.
His dick looked reddened, veiny, spent. It was a dick that had just done its evolutionary duty to make a baby.
Exhausted, Adam lifted himself off of Oscar, and lay next to him side by side. It was the first time anyone else had been in Adam’s bed. Adam wanted to
relish it, bask in it — even if he knew that it was the first but definitely not the last time he’d be in bed with Oscar.
“I’m full of post-orgasmic endorphins and stuff,” Adam whispered into Oscar’s ear.
“So romantic!” Oscar whispered back, teasingly.
“What I mean is —” Adam assumed his serious doctor-face. For half a second, anyway. “I’m sorry if I’m rushing it, but maybe because of the endorphins or whatever, I can’t delay — I want to be with you always. I just wanted to tell you that. I want to be alpha and omega mates with you. Always.”
“That’s what I want too. That’s why I came to you. It just — it just felt like I needed you. Like you were the only man who could make me whole. And the only man who could give me a baby. I never really believed in anything else.”
“Not the artificial insemination? Our scientific pride and joy at MPreg Hospital?”
“Since you just walked off the job, Doctor Albright, perhaps I can be frank with you.” Oscar smiled mischievously again. “I’m no male pregnancy scientist, but the artificial insemination never felt quite right. I never felt filled up by it the way I feel filled up now by you.”
“Well, I am a male pregnancy scientist, and I’m pretty sure that a real alpha is much more effective than artificial insemination. No question about that.” Adam kissed Oscar’s sensitive neck. Oscar lay his head back and moaned.
“You’ve got all the right moves to make an omega feel special.” Oscar stretched out and lay back in the bed. “But when are you gonna kick me out of your bed and send me home?”
“Are you accusing me of—” Did Oscar think this was just a one night stand?
“No, I’m not accusing you of anything. But you just seem like an alpha who goes his own way, likes to have his own space.”
“Looks are deceiving.” Adam looked directly into Oscar’s blue eyes again. “I want you to stay with me here. Always. Move in with me. To raise a baby with me here.”
“You realize, Adam, I want to keep working, right? As a TV reporter? On TV, in front of a lot of people.”
“Sure. I feel protective of you, but I know you’ve got your career too.”
“That’s a relief. A lot of alphas just can’t seem to understand that.”
“I can imagine a guy being possessive over a beautiful omega like you.” Adam lightly ran his hand over Oscar’s cheek. “But I’m not that kind of guy.”
“You’re pretty unusual then.” Oscar smiled. “You’re special. And everything you do, you make me feel really special.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen many omega patients who have to give up their careers as soon as they’re mated. I’m not that kind of alpha. I’m just protective over you. I’m going to stop you from living your life.”
“You’re wonderful, Adam.” Oscar rose his head up and put his lips to Adam’s. They kissed, tongues interlocking in their mouths. Adam held Oscar’s head in his hands and lay him back down on the bed. Oscar lay on his back and Adam wrapped himself around him, his lips lightly grazing Adam’s cheek. They slept, dreaming of their happy future.
Six
“This is Oscar Oliphant here at MPreg Hospital, with chief of human resources Dylan Dunsford. Dylan, the hospital still seems to be in disarray, a week after Doctor Albright’s resignation. What can you tell us?”
“It’s obvious. I can’t say much more than you can see yourself here in the lobby and admitting department.” Dylan Dunsford pointed with his eyes at the hospital lobby and grounds: long lines for every desk, pregnant omegas flying into temper tantrums at hospital staff, and a lot of “what do you mean you can’t do that?”
“Is what we’re seeing here directly related to Doctor Albright’s having walked off the job a week ago?”
“Pretty obviously, yes.”
“What’s the prognosis for MPreg Hospital going forward?”
“We’re trying to find a replacement physician. But there’s nobody else at Doctor Albright’s level. And those we can find who are even close to Doctor Albright in male pregnancy are all in New York or LA. They’d laugh at the idea of moving to Springville.”
“Any chance of Doctor Albright coming back?”
“Well, he doesn’t answer calls or emails from us. We’d love to have him back. We could discuss, I think, the whole alpha thing, if it’s really true he’s an unmated alpha. I’m sure we could think of some kind of accommodation so he could work with us again.”
“That’s Dylan Dunsford, chief of human resources at MPreg Hospital, ladies and gentlemen and enbies, who’s putting out an open call for Doctor Adam Albright to come back to work at MPreg Hospital. Otherwise, Dylan?”
“Otherwise, MPreg Hospital is at risk of closing down.” Dylan shook his head. “And we’ll go back to the old days, of our friends who are pregnant men and their alphas having to go around all confused, visiting hospitals that don’t specialize in what mpreg men are experiencing.”
“A serious situation. Thank you, Dylan. This is Oscar Oliphant at MPreg Hospital. Back to you in the studio now, Vilma.” Exhausted, Oscar stumbled to the camera truck. The camera guys already knew Oscar’s pregnancy routine from the past few days: after an onsite report, he’d have to sit down in the camera truck for a few minutes and relax, just catch his breath.
His feet and ankles ached. He was exhausted, devoid of energy. It was the regular pregnancy blues, but coming even faster and stronger for a man. Men’s bodies hadn’t evolved resistance to the ravages of pregnancy, after all. It hit them that much harder. Adam had reminded Oscar of it often in the first week they’d been living together. But Oscar knew he could endure it — for Adam, and more importantly, for their baby.
“How’s that preggers coming along, Oscar?” The sound man gently clapped Oscar’s back. “My wife is pregnant, but I’ve heard it’s much harder on omega guys.”
“It’s tough, but it’s what I wanted, you know? I got the artificial insemination out of my own free will.” Oscar shrugged. Of course he wasn’t going to tell anybody that Adam Albright had made him pregnant, and by means that didn’t involve artificial insemination. But he had to maintain appearances. And neither he nor Adam wanted the trouble of their relationship being revealed as the cause — kind of — of Adam’s resignation from MPreg Hospital.
“Where you parked? We can drive you over in the van.”
“Oh. Yeah. I took Uber here.” That was Adam’s decision: no more driving and parking for Oscar while he was pregnant. Adam would be paying for it, of course.
“Fancy! News Nine must pay you on-air guys a lot!” The camera man smiled and winked. It was regular coworker joshing, and Oscar was willing to go along with it. He’d rather endure a bit of that than having to endure all the eyes on him and gossip that would ensue if it got out that he had just become mated to Adam Albright.
“Yeah, you guys know as well as I do: local news is where the big money is!” Oscar winked at his co-workers who were sitting in the back of the camera truck while he rested in the front seat.
“A guy with your looks, Oscar — no offense, but I think some rich alpha is where the big money is.”
“Sure, if I wanted to be a house husband, a kept man. But I want to keep doing TV news.”
“So you’re not gonna walk out on us?”
“As long as I can keep working while I’m pregnant, I will. Will have to take some time off for the delivery of course. But I’ll be right back here.”
“Who’s gonna take care of the baby while you’re working?”
“Oh. Yeah. I need to think about that. My sister, maybe. I don’t know. I need to figure that out.”
“No offense or anything, Oscar, but—”
“I don’t have this planned too well?”
“Yeah, just seems like it. Especially when the pregnancy was something you wanted, not a surprise thing.”
“Well, I’ve got nine months until the delivery. And now I’m just so overwhelmed with being pregnant and — ow, ow ow, ouch, ow!” Oscar grippe
d at his lower abdomen. “Pain! Ouch!”
“Need us to take you into the hospital?” The cameraman and soundman asked simultaneously while swilling their Red Bulls. Even through the searing pregnancy pain, the Red Bull reminded Oscar of Adam.
“Nah, just normal pregnancy pains. Can you guys just let me sit here until the Uber car gets here?”
“Sure, Oscar. We’re here to support you. Though personally,” the cameraman slightly quieted his voice, “I’m pretty worried about you now that MPreg Hospital might close down.”
“I hope my pregnancy will be uncomplicated,” Oscar said. All he could do was hope.
“Yeah. Everybody hopes. I just worry.”
“Maybe they’ll find a way to get Doctor Albright back? Now that you’re pregnant, maybe you can make a plea?”
“I tried just now during my report. You saw it. I’ll do what I can.”
The Uber car pulled up to the camera van and flashed its lights. With the cameraman’s help, Oscar slowly eased himself down from the seat onto the pavement. He walked to the car and waved goodbye to his coworkers.
Oscar had given Adam online access to track all his Uber rides online. There was nowhere he would go that he wouldn’t know Adam to know about. By the time the car was pulling up to the front gate of Adam’s mansion, the front gate was already open. Adam had been using the Uber app to watch for Oscar’s return.
Adam opened the door just as the car pulled up. While Oscar was gathering his belongings in the back seat, Adam jogged up to the rear passenger door and held out his muscled alpha arm for Oscar to hold on to as he got out of the car.
“How was your day, Walter Cronkite, I mean Dan Rather, I mean Oscar Oliphant?”
“MPreg Hospital story today again.”
Adam stepped back into his house. Oscar followed: the cool wave of air conditioned air was a relief. Ever since the pregnancy started he’d been feeling suddenly hot for no reason at all whenever he was not in cool A/C. Even some of his onsite report segments had him not-so-surreptitiously wiping sweat off his forehead while talking. But that was what Oscar had signed up for with pregnancy, and he had to be willing to endure it. Adam continued to hold Oscar’s arm and led Oscar to a place to sit on the leather sofa that faced the ocean view.
