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Jimin has never been hooked up to a breeding bench before, yet he’d be lying if he admitted he wasn’t excited at the prospect of being fucked repeatedly till the seed took and he was confirmed pregnant for the first time. He knows what sex is, what it entails, how pups are created and born, and primarily how to successfully pleasure himself. Thankfully, his pack gives all sub-genders a thorough sex-education before they’re old enough to go through the Breeding Bench Ceremony.
The Ceremony was created so the pack thrived populace-wise, and after one successful pregnancy—if the carrying body was able medically, of course some pack members weren’t able or fertile for various reasons—then the remainder of that pack member’s life was up to them. They could have as many or as little pups as they wanted, mate or not, focus on a career or trade, whatever best suited them. Of course, Jimin has aspirations he wants to achieve, but right now all he can think about is having his pussy stuffed with cock and cream until all he can register is pleasure.
Orgasm after orgasm…
Gosh, he’s excited.
He enjoys the idea of being used a little too much, perhaps? Of having his pussy used for the first time by anyone other than himself now that he’s of age. Ever since his sex-education began really, Jimin has been an active masturbator.
At first, he was shy about touching himself like all the other pups his age. It wasn’t an automatic requirement either, just something that was encouraged once the growing pups felt it was time to begin exploring. He guesses his pack would be considered “sex positive” if one had to label it.
Like most teens, he began touching himself in his own bed, but as he grew more comfortable the locations he could be found with a hand in his cunt grew as well. The shower and bathtub, the living room couch, the family’s back porch while sun-bathing, in the local creek… As the list grew, he became more public with his masturbating, but only in the last year before he’s come of age.
It’s a kink for Jimin. Knowing those that stop to watch him mewl on an outdoor café chair can’t touch him while his pussy and ass are out on display for all to see. The only thing any pack members are allowed to legally do in that situation is either ask Jimin to go somewhere else, or lick up his slick after he leaves. He does make it a point to not publicly masturbate where he knows children frequent—he’s not a monster, just someone who enjoys being watched by his elders while he cums and plays delicately with his petal-like folds and rosy holes.
And usually, he cums harder in public too, which is always a plus.
Pack members can talk to him too when he’s getting off, if they feel inclined. Mostly Jimin receives encouragements, comments on how beautiful of an Omega he is, or how pretty parts of his body are. It’s nice.
There’s been one group of pack members though that seem to want him, to be waiting for him to “ripen” as they’ve said. Their leader, Alpha Kim Namjoon, and Second-in-Command, Alpha Min Yoongi, seem to want him the most. They’re 34 and 36, respectively, and lead a sub-pack within their main pack. Oddly enough, neither Alpha is mated, though their sub-pack does have one Omega already, Kim Seokjin. The other three members of their sub-pack are Betas Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung, and finally Alpha Jeon Jeongguk. The last Alpha is underage though, seeing as he’s Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin’s child.
Jimin knows Jeongguk will be in daycare on the day of the ceremony, so he really only has to worry about the Alpha’s and Beta’s of the group seeking him out on the breeding bench. He knows they want him, want to claim him, and pump him full of their cum and puppies till his body can’t take it anymore—
Fuck. He wants that. To be a kept and bred Omega. To be a pretty sex toy for their cocks in front of the whole pack on Breeding Bench Day. Just thinking about it has him wanting to touch himself, but he’s in their public library, and that’s explicitly a no-masturbation zone. Cock-warming your claimed Alpha or partner is acceptable in the library but not full-on sex or masturbation. He’d love to cockwarm Min Yoongi in the library one day… that’d be a dream.
Jimin is actually hoping Yoongi will be the first to breed him—though he’d be 100% happy with Namjoon being the first to successfully breed him, he would prefer it be Yoongi—that way they can be mates. Whoever successfully breeds a carrier first gets first option to mate the carrier, so Jimin hopes it’s Min Yoongi with his pale cock and sleeper build.
There have been several occasions where Yoongi has found Jimin publicly masturbating and joined him, stoking his cock with Jimin plays with his soft folds. He literally pulls up a chair, or sits down on the ground a respectful distance away, to obey the age laws. One occasion in particular he recalls with great clarity how Yoongi said, I’m gonna breed that pussy so well when you’re on that bench in two months, just wait. And also, Daddy’s gonna be the first in your pretty pussy and your ass, Princess.
Jimin isn’t particularly religious, but he prays Yoongi meant these comments with all his soul because he’s seen that fat cock of Yoongi’s and he wants it for the remainder of his life. The remainder of their sub-pack will be allowed to play with him but only Yoongi will be allowed to breed him once they are mated—except for entire Pack’s Alpha and their sub-Pack Alpha, Namjoon if either so choose. Currently, their pack Alpha doesn’t seem to need any more carriers but Jimin will find out on the ceremony day when he’s presented naked to the Pack Alpha like all the other carriers before the ceremony begins.
Breeding Bench Ceremony arrives, and the pack’s town center is dressed up in streamers, flowers, bright lights, and breeding benches. There will be pack members who are in charge of filming during the ceremony, moving about and making sure to capture everything to distribute later to those who want a copy. In the middle is a small, round stage where the Pack Alpha will announce and approve carriers for the proceeding ceremony, in which the breeding benches are situated around it. After all, the Pack Alpha gets the best view of all their ceremonies.
Jimin waits with the other carriers who have made it to their 20th year, all in the same white robes with nothing on underneath. They are in a tent, covered from the late spring sun, with panels to hide them from the non-participants view till it’s time to be presented and then strapped to the breeding benches. Jimin’s skin itches as he waits. The anticipation is getting to him; like many other carriers, he too is already leaking slick down his inner thighs. The air in the tent smells intensely sweet and comforting as a result.
Jimin wants to touch himself, only a little bit before it starts, but the participants are forbidden from masturbating or getting other participants off a full 48 hours before the Breeding Bench Ceremony takes place, otherwise they have to wait an entire year till the next ceremony before they can join as well being forbidden from orgasming for the following six months. It’s a horrible punishment, to not feel the joy of sex, orgasms, and masturbation for that long.
The only time that is allowed to be touched is when each carrier is being anally prepped for the Ceremony and stuffed with a plug after being stretched properly—another pack law: proper anal prep is required in any situation, ceremony, or celebration, no matter how many participants are in attendance. Anal tears and/or fissures and/or trauma will be avoided at all costs by pack members for the purpose of public and individual health and safety. So Jimin cried happily while one of the pack nurses opened up his ass with four fingers, a large amount of viscous lube, and her hand gloved up to her elbow just in case the participant wished for anal fisting preparation.
Jimin had foregone the anal fisting preparation and will have that labeled as not available when another pack member wishes to try their luck breeding his cunt or ass today. He’ll save anal fisting for a later date, maybe with his mate if he’s lucky.
Just then the clocktower bell tolled noon, signaling the beginning of the Breeding bench Ceremony. His entire body began throbbing in time with his clit and vagina, his anticipation higher now along with all other carriers in the tent. Music began playing outside their tent, brass instruments and strings playing a beautiful tune to hail their Pack Alpha who began talking once the music ceased. Then the carriers were instructed to take off their robes and leave them in piles by the exits as they left the tent. Of course, to brave the spring sun, they were all sprayed down with sun screen as they exited the tent, their bodies shiny and protected for the event to come.
When it was Jimin’s turn, he tossed his robe onto the pile, proceeding to stand near the exit as thought he needed a pat-down for the sunscreen application. He closed his eyes and they sprayed him all over—including between his ass cheeks and on his pussy, since they too will be exposed shortly to the sun. Then he exited, following the carriers in a line in front of him as they are presented to their Pack Alpha for approval or to be bred by the Alpha himself. The line moved smoothly and eventually it became Jimin’s turn to walk up the few steps to present to their pack leader.
There was a circle marked on the stage floor a few feet in front of their Pack Alpha’s chair where he sat; Jimin quickly made his way to the circle, first awaiting Pack Alpha’s instruction. Thankfully, he’d seen last years Breeding Bench Ceremony and knew the process of approval.
First the Pack Alpha nodded Jimin in acknowledgment, then signaled the Omega to turn in place for him, his arms spread away from his torso. Jimin did so with ease, his hip cocking once he made a full circle. As he’d spun for Pack Alpha, he saw the crowd massed around the barriers that allowed them to see the action at the breeding benches but kept them away for safety and overcrowding prevention. There are tons of pack members at this particular Breeding Bench Ceremony, it seems from all the people Jimin saw during his turn.
“Present for your Pack Alpha, Omega Park.”
Jimin got on his knees, facing his ass to the elder Pack Alpha. His chest touched the stage floor, his fat ass in the air, but facing the Pack Alpha with his dripping pussy on display. Jimin kept his head bent towards the Alpha so he wouldn’t miss any instruction, or possible requests from their leader. He watched their Pack Alpha, who is 48 years old lick his lips as Jimin felt his pussy clench several times from the strong gaze. He stared for what felt like forever but what was probably only a minute or so and Jimin suddenly only wanted to be fucked then. It felt overwhelming as a glob of slick dribbled from his hole and onto the stage floor.
“Omega Park, a little cock slut already, aren’t you? All Alpha has done is gaze at your beautiful body.” Pack Alpha hummed for a moment, a hand rubbing his chin as he pretended to ponder what to do with this gorgeous specimen of young Omega. He then leaned a head towards his advisor, “Put him on my breeding list for later. I’d take him now, but my successor already had a conversation with me about claiming Omega Park.”
The Pack Alpha’s advisor did as he was told, taking down Jimin’s full name on his clipboard, “A pity you won’t be the first with this one, Pack Alpha.”
“A pity, indeed.” Then Pack Alpha turned back to Jimin, who’d kept his presenting position. “Come here, Omega Park.”
Jimin’s eyes widened then as he complied, getting off the stage floor and standing in front of his Pack Alpha in mere moments. What about what he had heard him say to his advisor then? Did that suddenly not matter? Did Pack Alpha’s appetites sudden triumph over everything?
“Pack Alpha is going to eat you out, precious. You’re too beautiful and ripe for me to not have a taste before your future mate.” He then clapped his hands twice, signaling something.
Assistants began to move around them, bringing a sturdy table to set in front of the Pack Alpha. Another brought a pad, setting it atop the table for Jimin’s comfort. Next, he felt assistants grab him firmly, setting him onto the padded table in front of Pack Alpha. They strapped his legs apart, bent at his knees while his arms were strapped down above his head.
“A-Alpha,” Jimin called, mildly worried and only a little confused.
Last year the Pack Alpha hadn’t ate any carrier out during Ceremony. In fact, their Pack Alpha preferred fucking to oral. This was the rarest gift bestowed on any carrier during Ceremony, and it made Jimin begin to tear up as he watched his Pack Alpha stand up from between his open legs, towering over him with a smirk. He began exploring Jimin with his large, calloused hands, touching him everywhere.
The butt plug in his ass never felt so good as Jimin clenched down on it, enjoying the Alpha’s touch. He breathed out heavily, opening his eyes to find himself being filmed closely by one of camera crew as Pack Alpha pinches his dark rosy nipples. The hands trail down his soft belly, slowing down across his supple mons pubis which has been neatly trimmed of hair.
Jimin calls out again, “A-Alpha, please.”
The hands go to his thick thighs, rubbing, squeezing.
“You’re being such a good baby for Alpha, aren’t you?” It may have been phrased as a question, but Jimin knew it wasn’t meant to be answered. “You gonna cum from Alpha’s mouth? Huh, little baby boy?” Then he murmured, “You’re so worked up, fuck.”
Jimin felt a cool burst of air against his pussy, shocking him, his eyes opening wide as he gasped. There were two cameras now, one on his face and the other on Pack Alpha and his spread cunt. The screens for the masses to watch were probably thankful the live feeds would flicker between the different point of views as the Pack Alpha began to eat out Park Jimin in earnest.
The Omega moaned shamelessly as he normally would while publicly masturbating. He has never been one to hold back from his pleasure, except when it was new to him and he was growing comfortable with self-pleasure. Instead, this was new. Someone else was giving him pleasure for the first time, and not just anyone, but his elder Pack Alpha who only just admitted wanting and planning to breed him as well.
Gosh, being bred by the Pack Alpha sounds nice too. Maybe he’s just orgasm deprived at this point though, because he’s missed out on his usual two a day, which can vary up to five a day depending on how horny he feels. Whoever mates Park Jimin is going to need a high libido too, or at least be comfortable with him getting off as much as he does. Maybe his future mate will want to watch him get off as much as he needs to every day, who knows.
What Jimin does know, is his Pack Alpha knows how to eat pussy. It feels so fucking good to have his Pack Alpha lap at his folds and prod at his hole and clit with his tongue. He’s been mewling almost consistently now since the Alpha began licking into him. A thick, calloused finger begins gently rubbing around his soaked entrance before breaching in slowly. Jimin moans loudly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as his back arches from the delicious intrusion.
“Ahh, Alpha! Yes!” He cries out for the crowd he hears cheer him and Pack Alpha on.
“Good little ‘Mega.” Pack Alpha groans out lowly as he pumps his thick finger in and out of Jimin. The Alpha’s tongue wraps around his clit, suckling at different intervals. “Gonna prep you, little one, for your mate.”
“AH-,“ Another thick and calloused finger joins the first one in Jimin’s vagina, pumping in and out, only to crook in and hit a spot Jimin’s short fingers had yet to discover within him.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself feel good for Alpha, huh.”
Pack Alpha continued finger fucking into Jimin’s soaking pussy, enjoying the loud sounds the repetitive motion made for all of their pack to hear. The older man’s smirk only grew the more he played with Park Jimin. Truly, he wanted this carrier for himself, yet he had made a vow to Min Yoongi and his sub-pack not to breed the Omega first—they wanted him first and Yoongi explained Namjoon and him were willing to invoke old Pack Law if they had to, to force Pack Alpha’s hand on the matter. They would threaten to overthrow him for this one Omega carrier, so color him intrigued. He wanted a taste of the threat that was being held over his head.
He had only agreed to not immediately put Park Jimin on the Pack Alpha breeding list, and to not fuck his pussy or ass—though his ass was begging to be fucked with how tight it looks even after being prepped and plugged. No, Pack Alpha decided to at least enrage his successor in the only way he could: oral, since it wasn’t anywhere in their verbal agreement. So now, the entire pack watched and cheered on their Alpha leader as he ate out their future Pack Omega for the first time.
He won’t be the first, but he will be the second to breed this gorgeous male carrier. And Pack Alpha will be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of that when the time comes. This rosy pussy is too good to waste a drop of.
He feels Jimin’s vaginal walls clench again around his now three fingers, but the younger hasn’t cum yet. He wants the Omega to cum hard, to be that first great orgasm after the 48-hour dry period required for all participants of this Ceremony. Pack Alpha growls into the sopping cunt, wanting to make it orgasm at least three times before sending it to a breeding bench for others ad even more so before he adds a fourth finger.
“Cum, Omega.” He commands.
Jimin’s body shakes then, unable to disobey an Alpha order, let alone an order from his Pack Alpha. His pussy clenches down hard, like a vice on the Pack Alpha’s fingers. At first it doesn’t let go; it only begins to spasm once the Pack Alpha gives the engorged clit another filthy lick with the flat of his tongue. Jimin is screaming, tears falling down his temples from the pleasure. His back hurts from arching so forcefully, and his legs shake though they’re tied down still.
Pack Alpha removes his three fingers from the spasming cunt, immediately putting them in his mouth to suck the orgasm off them. He watches the carrier twitch as he rides out his orgasm still, and this makes their Pack Alpha grin deviously. He smacks the hand that finger-fucked the Omega down on his chubby mons pubis, making Jimin shudder even harder and yelp out.
Jimin is huffing, trying to catch his breath from the intense orgasm his Pack Alpha just bestowed on him. He’s so grateful for such pleasure. Jimin didn’t realize how good it could feel with someone else, and this isn’t even getting fucked! He’s still twitching and shuttering when he tries to thank Pack Alpha.
“Th-Thank y-ou… A-Alpha. Thank -you!” He tries so hard to give thanks. His Pack Alpha slaps his pussy lightly, the wet sounds echoing through the town center via the boom mics around the two of them.
“Ahh, Alpha only wishes he could shove his cock in you, little one. Alas,” He shrugs, hands on his hips. It is only then that Jimin notices his Pack Alpha’s fat cock straining against his pants.
Jimin whines then. To be given such pleasure yet not allowed to return it seems like a sin. Tears prick his eyes for an entirely different reason now. He wants nothing more than to make this Alpha feel good too, he wants and wants.
“Oh,” Pack Alpha coos, “You pitiful thing! I was going to give you two more orgasms, but we’ve taken up so much time already. The ceremony must go on, little one!” He claps his hands twice and assistants appear. Before they begin unstrapping Jimin from the table and wiping his face clean of tears, the Pack Alpha addresses the crowd around them. “Since I’ve put this carrier on the breeding list for later, should we make a spectacle of it?” He nods to the excited crowd as they seem to agree with their Alpha’s proposition. “Shall we all gather to watch me breed him like now, cameras and all when the time comes?” He puts a hand to his ear and the crowd roars in affirmation. “A yes, then? Excellent. He’ll make such lovely offspring for the pack today and later!” To his assistants, “Clean him up and put him on a bench, we have another 25 carriers to get through and none look quite as promising.”
Assistants surround Jimin then and the cameras and mic booms leave just like Pack Alpha did. The table and mat get carried off in one direction as Jimin get taken away in another. He wiped down with clean, damp cloths. Sunscreen is reapplied to him since the sun is beating down harder today than initially anticipated. He feels a straw gently prod his lips and he latches on, hydrating himself with electrolytes before he’s taken to a breeding bench.