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A tribute. That’s what they told Tommy he would be. Everyone tried to phrase it like a good thing. He was going to be sacrificed to please the Blood God himself! Who wouldn’t be honoured?
Tommy, that’s who. He didn’t give a fuck about this kingdom. It’s not like the people here ever gave a fuck about him. He was an orphaned omega, raised by the local disciples of their patron god. He grew up constantly hearing about how their people were undefeated in battle thanks to the blessings of the Blood God, a fearsome pig-creature who watched over them. Tommy thought they were full of shit.
He wasn’t exactly popular among the religious crowd. He was always told omegas were meant to be quiet, gentle, and subservient. He hated the notion that he should change himself due to something as arbitrary as his secondary. He was always out on the streets, roughing himself up, much to the dismay of everyone at the temple.
However, Tommy’s constant antagonism seemed to be his downfall after their prophet claimed the Blood God demanded a sacrifice. Specifically, a young, virgin omega. He knew the disciples at the temple would take any opportunity possible to get rid of him. He had always just assumed that they would kick him out someday.
Now here he was, draped in gold, tied to an altar plated in even more gold. They had stripped him down, washed him, adorned him in golden necklaces and bracelets and rings. He wanted to fight back, more than anything, but the extremely potent potion of weakness they had forced down his throat prevented that. He could barely move his hands, let alone throw a punch. Any insults he tried to throw at them came out slurred and incomprehensible as well, which was even more frustrating. He couldn’t even call the cunts who raised him out for throwing him to the slaughter like this.
Beneath all the rage, he was terrified. Why would he not be? He was about to be killed, all in the name of some being he didn’t even believe was real. The prophet, a strange winged alpha named Phil, stood above him, as if judging the disciples for choosing him as a tribute. Tommy flushed under his gaze, hating how intensely he was looking at his most intimate areas. Tommy guessed he must have eventually deemed he was good enough, because he pulled out a scroll and started reading.
“Our generous patron, the Blood God, has demanded a tribute from our ranks. In return for a virginal omega, he will provide our kingdom with power and protection, so we may continue to flourish and thrive. You, Thomas, will serve as this tribute, which is a high honour that should not be taken lightly. In your death, you shall be honoured with a portrait within our temple, so your sacrifice is immortalised.”
Like anybody actually fucking cares about my “sacrifice”. Like anyone will look at that portrait and remember me as anything but a piece of chattel killed for the greater good of the kingdom.
“Our God has demanded that he be the one to take you into the afterlife, so we as his disciples are not to interfere with the process. Once the God has been invited to our plane, you will be closed into this portion of the temple, providing privacy for the Blood God to take our gift.”
That only made Tommy panic more. He had taken solace in the idea that his death would at least be quick. In the seemingly infinite times he had imagined his death in the past day, usually he pictured an ornate dagger being plunged through his throat. However, being entombed in this small room and forgotten was a much more terrifying way to go. Having to slowly feel himself die, probably of dehydration, and be unable to do anything about it was worse than anything. When they open the room weeks later, they’ll see his body there and rejoice, figuring some pig had swooped in from the sky and taken his soul or whatever. They won’t think about the slow, agonizing days it took for him to die alone in the dark.
“Blood God, we offer you this tribute, in return for your continued patronage to our kingdom. He is yours, mind, body, and spirit. In his death, our kingdom will be renewed with life, as is the cycle we live by. It is with our humblest gratitude, that we invite you to partake in the sacrifice.” Phil’s words were not any louder than a whisper.
The prophet backed away from him and closed the scroll, walking over to the entrance of what would essentially be Tommy’s tomb. The man gave him one final nod before signalling to the disciples to close the heavy door, leaving him in the darkness.
It occurred to him that that was the last time he would ever see another person. The last time he would see much of anything, really, given how dark this room was. Now that he was alone, he couldn’t stop the tears that he had been holding in from falling. It just wasn’t fair. His only crime was not behaving like people had decided omegas should behave, and now he was going to die painfully for it.
He thought that maybe if he willed it, death would come quicker. If he focused hard enough he could trigger a heart attack or something to put him out of his misery. It wasn’t like he could do much else, weakened and tied down like this. Hopefully he would eventually fall into a delirium that would take the pain away, at least.
That was fast , he thought as a purple light filled the room, assuming it was some sort of panic-induced hallucination. He struggled to strain his eyes, trying to see what was happening. What he most definitely did not expect was the hulking silhouette of a creature stepping through the purple light. As it walked towards him, Tommy realised that it wasn’t just any creature, it was a pig-creature, draped in a royal mantle.
The Blood God.
“You’re the tribute, then?” The god asked. His voice was deep and monotone. Tommy thought he may have found it soothing in any other circumstance.
“Mm…” Tommy tried to respond, but the potion still prevented him from moving his mouth. He realised how powerless he was to do anything about his current situation. He could barely wrap his head around the fact that there was a God in front of him. At least maybe this meant he would have a quick death after all.
“Can you not speak?” The God pulled a small flask from his belt, placing it on Tommy’s lips. “Drink this, it’ll help.” Tommy had no choice as the fluid was pushed past his lips.To his relief, the flask was full of milk. He could feel as he gained control of his body again, the potion’s effects filtering out. He was still tied down, but he felt as though he had at least a bit more power now. Why would the God do this? Maybe he wasn’t going to die after all?
“You gonna…fuckin’ kill me or something?” Tommy asked as soon as he had enough strength to. He just wanted to know his fate so he could prepare himself for it.
The Blood God chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “No, I’m not gonna be killin’ you.”
“Then why…?” The pig man looked him up and down intensely, making him feel very conscious of his nudity.
Oh. It suddenly occurred to Tommy that the Blood God had specifically requested a virgin omega. He wasn’t a pig in the slaughter, he was a fucking breeding sow.
“Judging by the fear in your eyes, I’m guessing you’ve figured out what I want with you?” The God’s tone was lighthearted, as if he was teasing him.
‘F-fuck off. You’re not gonna- You can’t-” Tommy was bawling, having trouble getting his words out through the sobs. He would take death over this.
“Aw, but you’re dressed up and spread out so pretty for me,” he cooed, running a calloused hand up Tommy’s leg. Tommy was so vulnerable in this position, his legs tied to posts on either side of the altar.
“Blood God, please don’t. Please I…I never asked for this. I didn’t want to be your tribute.” Tommy was shaking. He wanted to be angry, but fear drowned it out, leaving him begging for mercy.
“Call me Technoblade, the Blood God is only my title.” The God, Technoblade, moved his large hand from Tommy’s leg to his hair, running it through the boy’s locks. “What can I call you, kid?”
“Tommy.” He tried to shrink away from the touch, but he couldn’t move much. “Please, Technoblade. D-don’t touch me.”
“I like your hair. It’s all shiny and golden. Perfect for my little tribute.” The God’s big pig nose took large inhales of the omega’s neck, right on his scent glands. “You smell good, too. Not sweet like most omegas I’ve seen. You’re almost spicy. Cinnamon, maybe?” Tommy grew increasingly scared and frustrated as Technoblade ignored his pleas.
“Are you even fucking listening to me?” Tommy whined. He hated feeling so trapped, like all he could do to save himself was complain and beg.
“Oh I’m hearing you.” The God moved so that he was between Tommy’s spread legs. The boy struggled against his bindings, trying to kick the man in front of him. “I just do what I want. Comes with the territory of being a God, you know?”
As much as Tommy hated it, Technoblade was right. He could, and would, do whatever he wanted to him. The thought filled him with despair. “F-fuck you…” Tommy said, weakly.
“Nah, I’ll be fucking you. ” Techno emphasized this point by thrusting his clothed pelvis into Tommy’s bare pussy, grinding against him a bit. Tommy sobbed harder, hoping for some kind of miracle to save him from his inevitable fate. “The crying’s kinda hot. Your face gets all red.”
“You’re disgusting. Fuckin’ ugly, too.” Tommy was trying to distract himself by coming up with ways to hurt Techno. It was either that or he just had a full breakdown.
“Oh yeah?” Techno chuckled darkly. Tommy squeezed his eyes closed as he heard Techno’s belt being unbuckled. There was the sound of shifting fabric, then a few moments later he could hear the pig’s breathing next to his ear. “You’re gonna be screamin’ and beggin’ on my dick either way.”
Fear shot through Tommy’s heart, and he opened his eyes wide, just to see that Technoblade had moved back between his legs. “Please, fuck, please don’t hurt me.” Tommy begged. He wished his hands were free, or that he was on a bed, so that he would at least have some way to hide his teary face.
“Aw, but hurting you sounds so fun…” Techno pressed his tip against Tommy’s entrance, ready to push inside and destroy him.
“Wait, wait! Please! I-it not gonna fit, you’re too big. Y-you’ll fuckin’ injure me!” Tommy was in hysterics, trying to convince this monster not to tear him open
“You want me to get you nice and wet then?” Techno made direct eye contact, and Tommy nodded his head, blushing a deep red. This was going to be fucking humiliating, but it was better than him going in dry, especially with his enormous size. “You gonna behave if I scent you?”
“Y-yeah, I will, I promise.” Tommy closed his eyes, waiting for the feeling of Techno’s neck against his face.
The God’s skin was soft and warm, covered in a thick layer of fur. He released a wave of pheromones, the smoky smell making Tommy’s mind feel fuzzy. At the end of the day, he was an omega, and he couldn’t help his body’s biological response to the proximity of a horny alpha, especially one as strong as the literal Blood God.
He had been scented before, sure, but never in this context. Before, it was always temple alphas calming him down from tantrums. Instead of feeling calm, arousal pooled in his gut, and he could start to feel his entrance slicking up already. When Techno pulled his neck away, he whimpered involuntarily.
“Should’ve done that from the start. Looks like it turns you into such a needy whore.” Techno was back between his forcibly spread legs, pressing a single thick finger inside the boy to see how wet he had gotten. Tommy hated how good the contact felt, having to actively hold himself back from making pleasured whines when he started thrusting the digit. “Looks like you’re ready to take me, hm?” Tommy knew it was rhetorical, but he tried begging again anyway.
“Please don’t, please, it’ll hurt.” His cries broke down into a constant muttering of “please”, desperate to get out of this somehow.
“Yeah, it’ll hurt.” Techno pressed his tip against him again, about to thrust inside. “But it’ll also feel real good. I want you moaning under me by the time I’m done with you.”
Tommy felt like the world went white as Techno pushed inside of him. It hurt. The stretch was too much, and he was moving far too fast. Tommy’s legs trembled and struggled against their binding, trying desperately to close his legs. No amount of scenting could have prepared his body for this.
“Fuck! Fuck! T-take it out! Please! It hurts!” He screamed. He knew Techno would have no mercy for him, but still he begged, the pain overriding his logic. He was sure he was going to be bleeding by the end of this, if not worse.
Techno groaned as he stopped moving for a second. He watched the trembling boy, admiring as his chest rose and fell. His breaths were jerky and uneven as he tried to cope with the pain. “You feel that?” Techno put a large hand on Tommy’s stomach, rubbing at where it bulged out. “I’m all inside of you. You look so pretty, all filled up like this.”
Tommy cried in despair, looking at the bulge in his stomach. There was no way Techno hadn’t caused some damage. “I hate you,” he managed to say, weakly.
Techno began pulling his hips back, dragging his dick along Tommy’s walls. “Fine then, whore.” He snapped back forward quickly, filling the boy up all the way again. Before the God could even think about it, he was thrusting inside of the small omega recklessly, with no care for how he was hurting him.
“Technoblade! Stop! Stop it, please! It hurts!” Tommy couldn’t think about anything but the unbearable pain in his core. This felt nothing like when he would sneak off at the temple, thrusting two fingers in himself for a quick release. This was blinding pain, the kind that made him wish he really had just been left here to die.
“You’re so tight around me, fuck.” Techno slapped Tommy’s thigh, amused by the loud cry he got in response. His experience as a warlord left him with somewhat of a sadistic streak, and he wanted more of that beautiful pain from Tommy. Nothing too extreme yet. That could come later, if he wanted it to.
“Ow! Fucking stop, please, that hurts!” Tommy sobbed as Techno buried his nails into his thighs, hard enough to draw blood. His thrusts hadn’t calmed down, if anything they had just gotten faster.
Techno looked down at the boy. It was clear he was terrified and in pain, sure, but Techno thought it would be even better if he could humiliate him, too. He stilled for a moment inside of him, then brought his thumb down to Tommy’s clit, rubbing in soft circles. “That feel better?” He asked, laughing at the way Tommy squirmed under his touch.
“Fuck, Techno,” Tommy whined. This was definitely an improvement over the previous treatment. Techno started thrusting again, but he was slow this time, gently rubbing along his walls. The combination of both sensations numbed the pain a bit, as terrified and vulnerable as he still was.
“That better?” Techno asked. Noticing Tommy’s demeanor change, with the way he settled down and stopped struggling, Techno had an idea. As quickly as he had stopped his hips, he began thrusting wildly again, watching as Tommy previously lidded eyes shot open in pain.
“Why? Why did you…?” Tommy couldn’t even get the rest of his thought out, too caught up in the pain. Why did you make me start to feel good, and then rip it away?
“Aww, did you like it when I was gentle with you?” Techno’s large hands ran over Tommy’s skin, feeling him up. As a piglin, he really liked warm things, and Tommy fulfilled that for him. “Go ahead and beg, then. Beg for me to fuck you nicely.”
This was going to be humiliating, Tommy knew it. However, the constant agony he was in was far worse than any embarrassment begging could put him through. “P-please, Techno. Be gentle, don’t hurt me, please.”
“You promise you’ll be good?” Techno smirked, enjoying how helpless Tommy was.
“I promise, please just…just make me feel good.” Tommy felt so pathetic. He felt like everything he had tried not to be, growing up as an omega. Just a moaning whore for alphas to use as they saw fit.
“Okay, little tribute, I’ll give you what you want.” Techno immediately slowed his thrusts. It was difficult for him to hold back like this, but it was worth it to see the way Tommy’s features softened. He aimed upwards, towards the boy’s G-spot, and he enjoyed the whines that fell out of Tommy’s mouth. “Tell me how it feels, or I’ll hurt you again,” Techno said bluntly.
Tommy swallowed his pride. “It feels…good. I-I like it better, like this.” He hoped that was enough to keep the God satisfied. He could feel pressure starting to build within him, soft moans constantly escaping him without his permission.
“Fuck, you’re getting tighter. Keep moaning all pretty for me, and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Techno looked forward to seeing how the boy’s face looked when he was in the throes of an orgasm.
“Mm, Techno, shit! Fuck!” Tommy’s orgasm hit him all at once, less like a gradual build of pleasure and more like it suddenly piling on him, suffocating him under its weight. It's better than the pain .
Tommy looked absolutely angelic as he came, Techno thought. His mouth opened slightly as moans fell out, his eyes squeezed shut, tears still rolling down his face as he sobbed, his entire body trembling so beautifully. Techno wished he could capture this moment and see it forever. He supposed that now, he could just make it happen whenever he wanted.
The pleasure of Tommy’s orgasm around him pulled him to his own. He pushed inside of the boy as deep as he could, appreciating having a warm place to cum. His hands sat on Tommy’s hips in an iron grip, not caring as he bruised the soft skin beneath him. Tommy was his now, and he would do as he pleased.
Tommy felt a combination of disgust and relief as he felt Techno cum inside of him. Maybe this was all he wanted, and he would untie him, letting him run out of the temple and never look back.
He didn’t get his hopes up, though.
Techno knew for sure he wanted to keep this tribute. Others, in the past, he had just slaughtered on the altar after he had his way with them. Tommy would be fun, though. He pulled his pants back on and grabbed a vial from his belt, pushing it against the boy’s lips.
Tommy recognized the taste immediately. It was a sleep potion, presumably a pretty strong one, as shown by the dark purple tone. He didn’t fight it as the potion’s effects wore in quickly, tossing him into a deep slumber. It’s better than the pain.