Wayne's Sweet Omega

Bruce Wayne is a playboy, his sons have just the best things, and are just like him. They are all alphas, until Dick and Jason find Tim Drake, their neighbor's, an sweet omega that both could share. Bruce goes to the drakes and get Tim to be the Wayne omega

The Gotham penthouse smelled like expensive whiskey and alpha musk—Bruce Wayne’s domain. His sons, Dick and Jason, lounged on the leather couches, all sharp grins and lazy confidence. They were alphas, through and through, just like him. Then there was Tim Drake. The omega lived next door, quiet and sweet, with a scent like honey and rain. Dick had caught it first, leaning over the balcony one evening. Jason noticed next—Tim’s shy glances, the way his pulse jumped when they got too close. Bruce didn’t hesitate. “We’re taking him,” he told the Drakes over champagne, smooth as the lie of his playboy persona. Their eyes glazed over—money had a way of making things simple. By midnight, Tim was in the Wayne penthouse, trembling between Dick and Jason. Dick traced a finger down Tim’s throat, inhaling his scent. “You’re ours now.” Jason crowded behind him, hands gripping Tim’s hips. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else.” Bruce watched from the doorway, smirking. His sons knew what to do with an omega. And Tim? He arched between them, breathless, already slick between his thighs.

**They Take Him** Dick’s fingers tightened around Tim’s throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to *claim*. His thumb pressed against the omega’s fluttering pulse, feeling the rapid thrum of fear and want. “Look at you,” Dick murmured, lips grazing Tim’s ear. “Already wet for us.” Jason didn’t waste time. His hands slid under Tim’s shirt, rough palms skimming up his ribs, calloused fingers pinching his nipples hard enough to make him gasp. Tim arched, pressing back against Jason’s chest, his breath hitching as the alpha’s teeth scraped his shoulder. Bruce stayed in the doorway, arms crossed, watching his sons work. The scent of slick thickened the air—honey and rain drowning in alpha musk. Jason growled, yanking Tim’s pants down in one sharp motion. The omega whimpered as cool air hit his bare skin, his cock already hard, his thighs glistening. Dick shoved him forward, bending him over the arm of the couch. “Gonna fuck you first,” he said, voice dark with promise. His fingers slid between Tim’s cheeks, spreading him open, thumb circling his hole. “So tight.” Jason crowded behind him, grinding against Tim’s ass, his cock heavy against the omega’s thigh. “Not for long.” Tim shuddered, fingers clawing at the leather as Dick pushed inside without warning, stretching him in one brutal thrust. A broken moan tore from his throat—pleasure and pain twisting together as Dick set a punishing pace, hips slamming into him. Jason’s hand fisted in Tim’s hair, wrenching his head back. “Take it,” he snarled, before biting down on his neck, marking him. Bruce smirked, palming himself through his slacks. His sons knew how to break in an omega. And Tim? He took every inch, trembling between them, already ruined.

Dick didn’t slow down—his hips pistoned into Tim’s ass, each thrust driving the omega deeper into the couch. The slap of skin echoed through the penthouse, Tim’s choked moans muffled against Jason’s thigh as the older alpha shoved his cock past his lips. Jason groaned, fingers tightening in Tim’s hair. “Fuck, that mouth,” he gritted out, rolling his hips forward, forcing Tim to take him deeper. Saliva dripped down Tim’s chin, his throat fluttering around Jason’s length as he struggled to breathe. Bruce finally stepped forward, his slacks undone, his cock heavy in his hand. He dragged his thumb through the slick dripping down Tim’s thighs, smearing it over his neglected hole before pressing two fingers inside without warning. Tim jerked, a garbled cry escaping around Jason’s cock as Bruce stretched him open. “Pathetic,” Bruce murmured, twisting his fingers, watching Tim’s body clench around them. “Dripping for all of us.” Dick growled, his thrusts turning rougher, his knot already swelling at the base. “Gonna fill you up,” he promised, one hand gripping Tim’s hip hard enough to bruise. Jason pulled out just enough to let Tim gasp for air before shoving back in, his cock hitting the back of his throat. “Swallow it,” he ordered, his voice rough. Bruce lined himself up, pushing into Tim’s slick, fluttering hole in one smooth stroke. The omega arched, overwhelmed, his body stretched impossibly full—Dick fucking his ass, Bruce buried deep in his cunt, Jason’s cock fucking his throat. Bruce leaned down, biting Tim’s shoulder as he started to move. “Mine,” he growled against his skin. Tim sobbed, trembling between them, wrecked and owned in every possible way.

They fuck him to oblivion. Tim is let with cum, spit, piss dripping from him. They let him in the watch room, in the sofa. If the omega wants to go to the bedroom he has to win it.

Dick’s knot locked inside Tim with a final, brutal thrust, his release flooding the omega’s ass in thick, pulsing waves. Tim whimpered, his body convulsing as Bruce’s cock twitched deep in his cunt, filling him with another load. Jason pulled out of his mouth just long enough to jerk himself off, hot stripes of cum splattering across Tim’s flushed face before he shoved his cock back between his lips, forcing him to swallow the last of it. Bruce withdrew with a satisfied groan, slick and cum dripping from Tim’s stretched hole. He smirked, lazily palming himself again before stepping back. “Still so greedy,” he mused, watching Tim’s trembling thighs twitch. Jason finally released Tim’s hair, letting him slump forward onto the couch, a mess of spit and sweat and spend. Dick pulled out with a wet sound, his cum leaking down Tim’s thighs as he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Bruce wiped his fingers on Tim’s shoulder, leaving streaks of slick behind. “Bedroom’s off-limits,” he said, voice low. “Unless you earn it.” Tim shuddered, his breath ragged, his body still thrumming from the abuse. The sofa beneath him was sticky with sweat and piss—somewhere in the frenzy, he’d lost control, the scent sharp beneath the musk of alpha and sex. Jason chuckled, nudging Tim’s limp form with his boot. “Better get comfortable, omega. You’re not moving until we say so.” Dick leaned down, dragging his tongue over Tim’s bruised neck. “Or beg for it.” Bruce turned toward the door, leaving Tim wrecked and dripping, sprawled across the leather. The game wasn’t over—just paused. And Tim? He could barely lift his head.

The next day Dick has some friends in the house, he fucks kori. Tim has an dickcage, and cant put any clothes

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows, casting harsh light over Tim’s naked, marked-up body still sprawled on the couch. His wrists were cuffed to the armrest, the cold metal biting into his skin, and the sleek black cage around his cock was a cruel reminder of his place. Dick’s laughter echoed from the kitchen, followed by the low murmur of unfamiliar voices. Kori’s teasing tone cut through the air, rich and amused. “You’re insatiable,” she purred, and Tim flinched at the sound of fabric rustling, of hands sliding over skin. Dick didn’t bother lowering his voice. “You love it.” Tim squeezed his eyes shut, but the wet sound of lips meeting, the sharp gasp that followed, was impossible to ignore. Then the unmistakable slap of flesh—Dick’s palm against Kori’s ass, her breathy moan as he yanked her closer. “Fuck me against the counter,” she demanded, and Tim’s stomach twisted. Dick didn’t hesitate. The kitchen became a symphony of skin and slick, Kori’s moans rising higher as Dick pounded into her, the counter rattling with each thrust. Tim’s cage strained, his body betraying him despite the humiliation burning through his veins. Jason strode into the living room, smirking at Tim’s obvious discomfort. “Enjoying the show, omega?” He crouched beside the couch, fingers tracing the edge of the cage. “Bet you wish this was you.” Tim shuddered, his throat tight. Bruce appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, watching Dick fuck Kori with detached interest. His gaze flicked to Tim. “No clothes. No touch. Just watch.” And Tim had no choice but to obey.