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Bruce tried to balance his cup of coffee while getting out his key card to open the heavy door. It slid open with a click, the little display showing that Bruce was on level four security. It used to make him proud to see the flashing of number four, knowing there was only one level of clearance above him. Now he barely thought of it – he was in a bit of a hurry. The corridor he walked through was a concrete sort of grey and the chill coming off the wall told that they were beneath ground. Most of the facility was beneath ground. The small, unseemly building above them was a post office. At least it posed as one. When he scanned his card again and entered the control room the temperature rose, and he could remove his coat to hang beside the door, greeting his colleges with a nod as he sipped his coffee.
“Morning doctor” one of the men beside the glass screen said. There were four men in here already to be present during the procedure – all betas of course. Many years had passed since last there was anyone else than a beta allowed to work in administrative affairs at Hydra.
“Morning Ian” Bruce answered and took his seat. Before them was the screen, but it was really more of a window. You might think it was one of those fake mirrors used in every cop movie, but the people on the other side could see Bruce and his colleges as clearly as they saw them. The little room on the other side was stark white and usually contained nothing but a large, clean mattress and a steel ring stuck to the wall. It was possible to enter the room on the left and on the right, but not without a key card of level four.
Now, however, the room was not completely empty. On the mattress laid a small omega with the chain from his collar connected to the ring on the wall. He was able to move, but not off the mattress. Right now he was still asleep however, injected with enough sedatives to keep him out at least until the procedure begun. Slowly Bruce took another drink and observed the small male. Indeed he was a tiny specimen. Where he lay naked and curled up on the mattress it was clear he was an omega (and Bruce had examined him himself several times to know he was in top shape) but if he didn’t know better he’d say the boy hadn’t passed maturity yet. He was a head shorter than even Bruce, not an overly tall beta, with delicate features, a very small cock and during examination he'd struggled to even accept two of the doctor's fingers inside. Hopefully, that would not be a problem with the alpha – the little omega should react well to him.
“He’s brand new, isn’t he doc?” Ian asked, looking at the sleeping, naked male. His hair was a short, brown tangle, even though they’d washed it and combed it thoroughly. Bruce nodded, running a hand through his own hair of the same dark colour, remembering the feeling of caked in dirt before they got the omega clean.
“We ca-…rescued him just off the Maryland border last week. Answers to the name Peter” Bruce said, catching himself before he slipped up. They were supposed to use positive language, such as "rescuing endangered genders", but as Bruce (being a doctor) was the one receiving these “endangered genders” he also saw the cages they were brought in. It was hard to thing of it as anything other than a capture after that. Not that it made much of a difference. Caught or rescued, the omegas needed to be found and brought in. Hydra's work here was too important, and Bruce was lucky to be a part of it. He checked the control board for Peter's vitals, and continued.
“We believe he might have been malnourished over a longer time, hence his size, but his reproductive system is impeccable. And he hasn’t been claimed, which is why we’re keeping him on sedatives to make sure he…behaves”. Unclaimed omegas could be more than unruly, but in his case it was also a question of treating his fear. If the alpha smelled a terrified omega, the procedure might not work.
Omegas were in fact endangered – at least in the States. The Department of Breeding kept many of the ones left in containment, to be used in the programme this omega would soon be involved in. While betas had no special abilities, it was alphas who was essential during the Wars. With some training (and prohibition of mood stabilizer drugs) alphas were easily turned into war machines that no beta could hope to match in battle. Supersoldiers, if you will. Alphas already had the most aggressive nature and the most impressive physique of the three genders, naturally adapted for killing. Whatever had refined them into functioning human beings over the course of evolution could easily be revoked. They were not quite human anymore. It had been the one thing that allowed the States to gain an advantage in the Wars. That’s why Hydra had taken control of the government and created the programme. Betas, who constituted 80% of the population, was the masterminds in Hydra as a operation, while the few alphas who still worked there (such as Commander Rumlow) took charge of the army. This would ensure new soldiers were bred and born in an environment where they could be raised for one purpose only. The omegas born would be raised for an entirely different purpose….yet all serving the Hydra.
Bruce's part in this was medical. Having kept out of the Wars entirely at first, Hydra officials saw his previous work and recruited him - despite his own feelings about it sometimes Bruce was convinced this would be the only way to stop the violence and reach a peaceful society again. He was in charge of the omegas – the preparations before procedures, the care they needed after and of course their medical needs during pregnancy. In some cases, he ended up calming the omegas. This male had been one example. Even though Peter shivered whenever Bruce had needed to put his hands on him, the omega had eventually started to connect his visits with food and slowly relaxed to his careful touch. A twinge in his stomach reminded Bruce that this would most likely change after the procedure. Speaking of which –
“He’s coming to it” Ron said, leaning forward. And he was, the lithe little body slowly moving as the omega woke up. It was evident he was groggy from the sedatives, and slowly lifted himself up on his elbows and blinked confusedly. When Peter realized he was chained to the wall Bruce could see on his vitals that his pulse suddenly went up, so he held in the button next to the microphone and spoke gently but firmly.
“It’s okay. Stay down, and I will let you out when it is over. We talked about this” he told the young omega. Looking around, Peter found him and met Bruce's eyes with his wide, brown ones. There was fear and confusion…and right about that time there was also the sudden smell of an alpha close. Bruce could see his pupils blow out and go black, could see his pulse spiking again and through the ventilation smell the scent he gave off in response. The procedure would begin now.
The door on the left opened, and the alpha was let in. When Bruce saw which male came through, he furrowed his brow.
“This isn’t the one we decided on. 5-17 is too large. The omega won’t be able to handle it” he warned, glancing to his side at Ron who sat bent over his computer.
“8-32 is indisposed. He broke several ribs during training this morning, and besides, we haven’t had an omega with vitals this good in a long while. 5-17 is the best breeding male currently in the programme” he answered, grey sleeves rolled up. He barely even observed the male being brought in by a beta handler. He trashed against his leash, growling at the handler and Bruce knew that if it weren’t for the shock collar around his throat, the alpha would have literally thrown the beta across the room. 5-17 was the tallest one they had, standing at 6.7 feet tall with a chest and shoulders broad enough to intimidate even large alphas in the compound. In the barracks they called him the "Winter Soldier", but Bruce knew him only as 5-17 as they did not allow the alphas names. Hydra pulled him in and out of battle since his aggressive temper made him one of the best they had, but it also made him perfect for breeding. Right now he had been home for less than a month, still riled up from combat. His left arm wirred and jerked - it had been replaced with a metal one by Hydra engineers, making him even more fearsome.
And he was large enough to viscerally destroy the small male on the mattress before him.
Bruce put a hand on the control bord.
“Look at the omega. He will be ripped apart! The alpha is too big, it won’t work” he said sternly, but it was too late. Ian glanced at him and apologetically shrugged his shoulders.
“Orders” he said quietly. Bruce let out an indignant breath and turned his eyes to the scene before them.
“I’ll be the one having to patch him up afterwards” he muttered. But he settled down.
5-17 had finally noticed the small omega. Which shouldn’t have taken him so long, Peter's pheromones were all over the place. They hadn’t unchained him, so he curled up in the corner of the mattress with his eyes stuck on the alpha like a deer before a predator. And Bruce supposed he was. But hopefully Peter's biology would take over and take him through this. It was evident it had already started – the male might look terrified, but his pupils were blown and no one could deny that the soft place between his legs had gone soaking wet. That was not something he could control. Omegas, especially unclaimed ones, could not be close to an undressed alpha in this state without reacting with submissiveness and an open, wet hole. Their bodies was prepared for breeding, ignoring any personal feeling towards the alpha. Even the omegas little cock turned hard between his legs, although it wasn't much to speak of. And the alpha was currently stalking up closer to him like he was prey. 5-17 sniffed the air, growling like the beast he was and crouched down closer to Peter. For a moment they simply looked at each other. Bruce knew 5-17 had instructions, that he’d done this before, but at this moment none of that mattered. He wasn’t allowed to claim Peter. If he tried to bite and bond with him, the shock collar would go off with a voltage enough to knock out a horse, but that might not be enough. That’s why they should not have let him inside the room with the omega. Also because of the fact that even when he was crouched together, he was still more than half the boy's size. His cock was hard and dripping and…well a lot bigger than Bruce's fingers had been. Perhaps it would be different now that the omega's body was having a reaction, but still. It could split him in two.
Everything moved fast from here. 5-17 went down on all fours and pulled the omega close to him. He placed Peter roughly on his small hands and knees and put himself behind him in a way that gave the betas behind the glass a good view. Through the speakers they clearly heard Peter whimper and whine, unable to form words in the presence of an alpha of this calibre. Then the Winter Soldier mounted him. A long, choked sound went through the control room. It wasn’t clear if it were a pained sound, but Bruce wouldn’t call it pained. The alpha pressed inside all of him at once, something that shouldn’t be possible but he was dripping on the mattress and somehow he simply bent his lithe back and bowed down, letting 5-17 take him with all his growls and snarls. Submission came naturally to the omega. In the soldier's grip, he seemed even smaller than before, and the way his eyes rolled back when he got pounded even harder told of a feeling he’d never had before. Up until just now, Peter had been a virgin. The captured omega was held up on his knees and sunk down completely into the mattress with his skinny chest and young face, pressed down with a large hand around his neck. The chain made a sound every time the alpha fucked him. Bruce always found this part uncomfortable. But this time…he found himself liking it, in a strange way. Even though betas never had the same urge as an alpha to mate with an omega, seeing one go into submission like this did something to him. Not that what he had could measure with the size of someone like 5-17. And it would only go bigger. When he came inside the omega his cock would swell up and release to make sure he couldn’t pull out whilst it happened. Just as Bruce thought about what it must feel like to have something so immensely large inside, there was another snarl from 5-17 and he pressed close to the omega. They were locked together while his cock pumped in semen, seemingly going on forever. The glass was foggy from their warmth. On the mattress, the omega had been reduced to an unmoving heap, simply laying down and letting himself be filled up.
It took another five minutes before the swelling went down and the alpha could be removed from him. 5-17 hadn’t claimed Peter…although there was no telling if he would allow any other of their alphas to mount him after this. Bruce slowly entered the room to make sure he was unhurt. When he met Peter's eyes he was almost completely gone, sunken into a different world. For the first time, he looked completely calm without sedatives. From between his legs leaked semen – there wasn’t a chance his body could contain it all. Bruce sighed, gently touching his swollen entrance and noticing how the little omega had ejaculated a pitiful amount on his own stomach as well. Now they could only hope the breeding worked. Otherwise this would have to be done all over again next week.