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Normally, Peter wouldn’t have accepted such an outrageous offer. Who would practically sell themselves to become a personal womb for at least nine months, and especially when that person would have to live with the man– men until the pup was delivered. And even then, there was the challenge of breastfeeding and rising early to the curdling cries of the little one, and the fact he wouldn’t be able to eat certain things– overall, Peter definitely should decline.
But these men seemed… appropriately exactly what he needed.
To be honest– he was in debt.
Well, nearly in debt.
It had been hell, these past three years after graduating from Midtown. With what was a botched attempt at living with Harry, someone he had met halfway though his senior year and thought they were close– if you called a small kiss close , before the Beta had gone to his father and ditched Peter in their shared apartment with all their expenses to deal with, yeah. It didn’t help his situation.
Neither had the first and only semester of college, he didn’t even want to go there.
So, with nothing but a mindset filled with determination, Peter had ventured out to the side of the internet where he never expected himself to consider.
Bonded– an Alpha and Omega dating site, with more or less sugar-daddy or sugar-mommy material that mostly just want a quick fuck or even a picture. Thankfully, Peter avoided anyone that had sought him out based off his lone profile picture and desire to pay-to-fuck-him date. It was practically like Tinder, an app solely for Beta’s that wanted a quick fuck or friends-with-benefits, but with hornier Alpha’s and desperate Omega’s.
Peter was a desperate Omega at this point.
A desperate, too anxious to actually commit to anything, Omega.
It had been exactly four days and seven hours after downloading the stupid app when someone under the name of ManOfIron sent him a message request. He had been halfway through his overly heated noodles, figuring he could text while it cooled. The message read, Are you a bot? and Peter nearly scoffed. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked that, apparently one picture wasn’t enough for most people.
Hell, some people had pictures that Peter would consider nearly nude, but apparently a lot of people like that sort of thing.
No… are you made of Iron? Peter typed out and sent, before feeling an odd amount of cringe at his additional text.
Hmmm sounds like a bot would say that. The person began typing again, longer than Peter usually experienced with horny Bonded users. With curiosity, he clicked on the profile– and immediately felt heat rise in his cheeks, the warmth spreading through his chest and down…. The sensation caused him to squirm, slick slowly pooling in his underwear. Really an Omega? Was sent, the notification temporarily floating above the picture, before another. Wow, already checking out my profile, huh? That eager, are we?
Peter’s heat dissipated at the sudden teasing of the text. No. He uncomfortably shifted, the slick coating his inner thighs and dampening the front of his pants. Thank God he was at his apartment. Yes, I’m an Omega…. He wanted to swipe away, block this Alpha that asked too many questions, but the picture was still ingrained in his head. He’d have to get a slick pad out if it didn’t stop.
Did any of my pictures catch your eye?
His breath hitched at the simple question, eyes drawn to the next as it was sent only a second later.
Which picture? Was it me in a suit – Peter actually groaned as he remembered the brief look at the man in the suit, well fit and tailored with perfection to that body, muscular and hands that had their fair share in hard labor. But that wasn’t the picture that had his mind in a daze. – or was it my partner's cock? The bluntness made Peter’s chest fill with something…. Shameful. Did you see that big, fat knot? At the last words, the slick doubled– mind still thinking of the picture chosen for this very public profile.
Peter hadn’t seen many cocks in his life, nothing more than in school when he had been presented as an Omega and was required to take the mandatory classes to learn how to become Omegan-like as Mister Varner tried to say in junior year. The cocks were on paper, and this picture wasn’t the real thing.
But the way it stood, thickened with blood and the swollen balls that were barely in the picture, filled with what Peter knew was potent Alpha cum gave into his less dignified side. He glanced at the picture again, cursing himself as he now knew that the man could see when he checked. The knot hadn’t been that noticeable, but now that it had been brought to his attention, Peter’s eyes locked on the thick knot. It had to have been as big as the Alpha’s balls, maybe bigger.
He wondered how it would feel– how the Alpha, clearly two, would fuck–
He understood people's interests in near nude photos now.
No. I wasn’t. He forced his fingers to type, rather than press his fingers against his slicked crotch, trying to itch that place only an Alpha’s knot could reach. I’m guessing you’re just a desperate Alpha needing a quick fuck? He took the chance to deflect, regardless of it turning into an insult, it was clear it worked as the man was typing for a while.
At least for a moment.
Says the Omega with “Short-term relationship” in your profile.
Peter cursed himself again.
It wasn’t often you saw any Omega on the site without that tagging information, and Peter definitely used the same defined tag as a way to express a quick fuck– hopefully one that ended in a financial gain in the end. Overall, he knew it was bad to use people of their money, but being an Omega had its perks when it came down to pay-to-fuck services.
Besides, ManOfIron began typing again, I don’t want a quick fuck.
That had been two days ago, the moment of brief horniness overwelled by the wonder that an Alpha, let alone two, were on the site for something definitely not defined as a quick fuck . In fact, it was most definitely a long-term fuck. Something that again, would last at least nine months.
And Peter was meeting with the Alpha’s for what they had described was a lunch– filled with information about what exactly they wanted– or expected if Peter really did want to accept the deal in signing the rest of the year away to become their surrogate Omega. Of course, he wasn’t stupid.
“I’m not doing that.” He complained, having a particular distaste in yoga as they brought out their stapled papers, a contract, and what seemed to be a schedule to take note of before they started… well, breeding him. The simple thought sent a shiver of indescribable pleasure through him. He covered it up with a sip of his water, thank God he remembered to bring a heavy-duty slick pad.
Both Alpha’s were relatively handsome– no, honestly one of the best-looking couples he’d ever seen before. The shorter Alpha, still at least two or three inches taller than him was a defined classic handsome, mixed with a cockiness that shouldn’t be that hot when he had asked for a corner booth and offered the waitress a generous tip if she’d leave them be until they wanted something. After all, they were discussing how exactly this situation would go.
The second Alpha, Steve, was even taller– undoubtedly so dominant that the other Alpha’s around had avoided even looking at them in their little walk to the booth. His face was as if it had been sculpted from marble, defined and chiseled with kind eyes and a nice smile. He was broad-shouldered, with a confidence that wasn’t as cocky as Tony’s, but definitely not miniscule.
“It’s healthy for expecting Omega’s to exercise–”
“I hate yoga.” Peter argued, picking at his nail.
Which wasn’t really true, he just didn’t like the idea that they insisted he was going to be a needy, bone-tired, and bedridden Omega.
“You do need exercise.” Steve cut in, the seemingly more patient one out of the two tapped the pen on his chin before adding, “How about swimming? It’s less stress on your joints and you’d still be able to relax while treading lightly.” He offers, and Peter nods. He actually hadn’t swum much, but he wouldn’t decline a free swimming pool. “Okay,” Steve read the next line out loud, “Personalized nutritionist and midwife, do you want a Beta or Omega–”
“Nutritionist…?” Peter eyed the paper.
“Oh, no. You are not getting out of this one.” Tony shook his head, crossed arms over his chest flexing as he gestured towards him, “It is non-negotiable.”
“I wasn’t going to complain, but… why is this a part of the before-breeding list?” He glanced at Steve, who had been looking at him with the same expression Tony was. There was an awkward heaviness on his tongue as he said breeding, adding to his growing heat in his face. “Wouldn’t you want to get a nutritionist after, why bother beforehand?”
“We want you to be healthy.” Tony says, surprisingly softer than before. They hadn’t gotten off on the best start, Peter growling at the man trying to scent him in greeting. It wasn’t common to scent a stranger, and that's how they were. Right now, at least. But it seemed that the man had softened at Peter’s words. “And remember, it doesn’t start until the beginning of next month.”
Which they had explained at the very beginning. It gave them enough time to figure everything out with their preferences and healthiest routine before Peter reached his upcoming heat.
Even if he didn’t fully go through with their contract at the end of the month before they’d start, he’d get paid a considerate amount afterwards regardless.
All in all, Peter wasn’t opposed to this plan.
It wasn’t like he had something to lose, and both of these Alpha’s were uncharacteristically attractive. Damn his Omega-side for drawing close to the natural magnets that sat in front of him. “So,” He cleared his throat, “What else?”
Steve smiled, soft and warm, while Tony did so too, with more excitement than the other. “Well, that practically covers the before part.” He paused, eyes flicking up to meet his own, “Any objections? Other than the yoga?” He teased lightly. Peter shook his head, everything else, whether it was the fact he had to live with the men for the next while, the fact they would have him on a somewhat controlled diet before carrying, and the limits to how much he could drink– he wasn’t a drinker regardless– Peter was fine with moving on.
“Alright,” Tony pushed Steve’s hands away from the paper, sliding it in front of him with a more intentional grin, it caused something hot to flash inside Peter. “Now, let's get to the good stuff.” The blonde rolled his eyes, “Firstly, you’ve had sex before, right?” He asked, the pen in his hand hovering over the question and what Peter assumed would be the space he’d write the answer to.
Peter hadn’t had sex before, but that wasn’t going to ruin this golden opportunity.
“Yeah.” He didn’t have to fake the blush that spread across his face.
He’d never had anything more than his own fingers in his pussy, definitely not getting him to the point of an orgasm like a cock would. And living with May, Peter hadn’t had time to experiment with a dildo before. “Okay, okay.” Tony nodded, smiling a little more genuine now. “What’s your safeword, baby?” The slip of the pet name sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine. God, he was such an Omega.
“Red.” He managed not to hesitate, confident in their understanding of the color system he had just read about only an hour prior. Peter had never been into porn, uncomfortable with watching strangers getting fucked. “What’s yours?” Peter raised an eyebrow, directing the question back to them. He wondered if they expected it, probably not based on their expressions.
“Uh, same thing.” Steve says, while Tony stares for a moment. “Tony.”
The Alpha nudges the other, and it seemingly snaps the man out of his staring-into-Peter’s-soul. “Uh, sorry.” He dismisses it with a cough. “Okay, second. Anything you don’t want at all?” Peter did hesitate this time, only not understanding exactly what he meant. “Like hard limits and such.” The Alpha gratefully clarified with a smile.
“Oh,” He racked through his brain to remember the lists he read. “Permanent damage, electrocution, scat,” He mentally gagged at that one. “Uh, maybe piss…?”
“Bummer.” Tony muttered, and Peter gave him a grimace face. “Joking.”
It was clear the Alpha was not joking, but Peter moved on with a shrug. “That’s it I think.”
Tony nodded, also moving on after Steve shook his head with an apologetic expression. “Right, allergies?” He asked.
“This is under After ?”
“Steve has a food kink.” Tony states, sending a teasing smirk towards his partner who shifted in his seat with what Peter perceived was a blush. It was faint, but still apparent. “Besides, we’ll have to cook for you during the third trimester. Wouldn’t want to accidentally give you something you can’t have.” He explained.
“No, no allergies.” Peter says.
Tony nods “Okay, what about–”
“I hate mushrooms.” He blurts out before he could stop himself.
Both men raise their eyebrows, amusement on their faces before Steve nods. “Okay, sure. No mushrooms.” He easily directed the attention towards the paper again as Tony wrote down,
NO MUSHROOMS
dramatically. “Preferences with position?” The blonde asked before Tony could as he took a sip of his coffee.
Peter’s heat rose again, this time in the pit of his stomach.
“No,” He noticed their skepticism, quickly thinking of a position that might be acceptable. Trying to remember anything from the scarce porn he had tried to watch a long time ago. “Well, I like to, um, kinda be on my side?” It came out more as a question. “You know,” His face was definitely red, “facing each other…” Peter trailed off.
Tony was grinning while Steve nodded with a smile, and… was it fondness he saw in their faces as Tony continued on the list. They went over kinks, in which Peter just nodded along and agreed to the ones he recognized, shifting in his seat as his slick began to pool into the pad. Then there was aftercare, Tony’s prior grinning and excited expression melted into something more raw, more carefully serious as they impressed the importance of aftercare. Once Peter understood they wouldn’t take a simple nod or shake of the head as an answer he stuttered out, “Uh, bath– maybe cuddling and candles?” He managed to think of the candles as something extra, something they hadn’t mentioned before.
Eventually, nearly half an hour into the list– Peter wondered how long the couple had prepared the contract– when Tony signaled for the waitress to return with menus once Peter’s stomach, embarrassingly, grumbled in protest for food.
The restaurant was relatively nice, definitely out of Peter’s normal price range as he browsed the menu. He settled on the cheapest thing, “Uh, I’ll have the house salad?” He asked the waitress when she returned. She wrote down the item, turning to take Steve’s next before Tony shook his head. “What?” He asked, feeling heat rising in his chest and face.
“You’re not having just a salad, Pete.” Steve spoke first.
“We’re paying, pick anything.” Peter opened his mouth to argue, but a sharp glare cut him off. “Don’t worry about the price, you can order the most expensive steak, we don’t care.” He says, “Just pick something other than a salad.”
Peter had the impression they actually were disappointed in him, and for some reason it hurt to feel the shame that began to furl in his chest. “Okay,” He glanced around the menu, craving a burger. “Can I have the Alex Santa Fe burger?” He asked, tacking on, “Double patty, please?” Peter watched the couple carefully, both of them smiling when he added the second patty.
“Good boy.” Tony praised, unknowingly sending Peter further down the spiral of finding him and his partner attractive. Then, that damn smirk returned as he flipped to the next page of the packet. “Let’s get back to the list.”
“Tonight!?” He nearly shrieked at their response to his question, When do I have to move in?
Steve raised an eyebrow at his sudden reaction, while Tony simply nodded and shrugged. “It’s best to begin the settling process, you know, scenting and such.” He says, “It makes the whole breeding process a lot easier and I doubt it wouldn’t hurt to test boundaries. Tony takes another bite of his dessert, a slice of lava cake after insisting on Peter ordering something sweet, claiming, I know Omega’s have a thing for sweets , and Peter couldn’t decide whether to take that as an insult or not.
“What Tony means to say,” Steve sent Tony a look, “is that it is best if we go slow with everything and build up to it. We won’t ever force you to do anything, and you can still pull out of the contract at the end of the month if you want to, but close proximity is best when going about these sorts of things.” He explains, in a much more informative, softer tone. “We’ll take care of everything, moving your things into our house, any bills you need paid–”
“Isn’t that a bit excessive?” Peter asked, genuinely stunned by the offer to pay everything off and move him in tonight. “Why waste all that money–”
Tony cut him off, “Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You have the most important role in this, carrying our pup. We wouldn’t do anything but take care of everything else, it wouldn’t be fair, and quite frankly, it would honestly be cruel making you do everything.” He continued after taking a drink of water, “Besides, the first few sessions, you might not even be able to do anything.” He says dismissively.
“Sessions…?” Peter quirked an eyebrow.
“You know, where we breed you, tie you up, that sort of thing.” Tony smirked then, back to his usual cockiness at Peter’s widened eyes. Steve rolled his eyes, flicking Tony’s head in reprimand. “Sorry.” Tony did not look sorry whatsoever, smirking into his glass of water. “I meant the recovery– aftercare too. It takes a lot to get knotted, over and over again will be exhausting.” He said with a twinge of sympathy.
“I know.” Peter agrees, even if he had never been knotted before.
“So, yeah. Tonight.” Tony nods.
“And, what if I need a few hours to decide?” Peter didn’t, but still.
Steve spoke next, “Then you can take your time, but… preferably, we’d like to know as soon as possible.”
“Okay.” He bit his lip, looking away from them as he went over everything in his head.
Getting pregnant wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, but he needed the money– he needed the stability that these Alpha’s could very well provide him, both emotionally and financially. It wasn’t like his ideas before on the app, getting a quick fuck for money, this was long-term, and definitely a win-win for both parties. Some of the things, like the strict diet once he’s carrying, would be annoying, but overall, the outcome would be better than what he’d ever probably get with another Alpha.
“Okay.” Peter nods, looking up at them again. They both raised a speculative eyebrow, “I’ll do it.”