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Bruce is just glad that Tim’s presentation happens during dinner, because he wouldn’t put it past his adopted son to try and hide it, knowing how much it will inevitably change his life. It’s as smooth as it could possibly be, considering the other boys are all conveniently not at the manor tonight (Dick is in Bludhaven, Damian is out on a training mission with the Titans, and Jason only comes for dinner on the last Sunday of every month at Alfred’s insistence). Not that they would have tried to stop Bruce from stepping in and doing what needs to be done; they’re all aware how important it is for a newly presented omega to be taken in hand. It’s just that it would likely cause Tim even more distress to know his brothers were witness to what he perceives as something shameful.
Unfortunately, that’s the direct result of Jack and Janet Drake’s discomfort - and even disgust - at omegas in general. Even so, Tim has always treated any omegas he comes across kindly and vehemently disagrees with his parents' views. Unfortunately, Tim’s own views are almost more harmful, in that he’s made it clear he thinks omegas should be given equal status and freedoms as alphas and betas. Bruce and the other boys have tried over the years to make him see reason, but Tim has always been stubborn.
Despite having long (and sometimes heated) discussions with Bruce about the proper way to view and care for omegas, Tim has always been visibly uncomfortable at events and galas where omegas are present - especially whenever an alpha decides to undress their omega or bring them to the event bare. He’s made all sorts of excuses to leave over the simplest things that often happen in public, like an omega warming their alpha’s cock or receiving a discipline spanking (either because of bad behavior or because that’s what the alpha decides will settle them best. Omegas are prone to anxiety, and a good spanking is usually enough to empty their heads for a while and give them some much-needed relief).
All that to say, when Bruce picks up the scent of a newly-presented omega in the middle of the second course, he stands from his chair. Tim, confused and no doubt disoriented from the sudden influx of new instincts and smells he’s never been able to detect before as a “beta,” doesn’t understand what’s happening until it’s already too late. Bruce grabs him by the back of his neck, scruffing him firmly until he’s melting against the table, every limb going slack. Alfred takes a step into the dining room and freezes, eyes widening in shock and awe. “My goodness, Master Bruce… is he…?”
“An omega,” Bruce confirms. He scoops Tim up in a bridal carry, and Tim is still so out of it from the scruffing that he doesn’t even attempt to struggle. That won’t last for long, though - and Bruce needs to get him secured in the master bedroom before the effect wears off. “We’ll both be indisposed for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours at least. If you wouldn’t mind delivering meals…?”
“Of course,” Alfred says. “I’ll contact Lucius and have him reschedule your work obligations.”
“Thank you. Ask Dick and Jason to cover my… other obligations as well, if possible. Unless the situation is extremely dire, I won’t be able to assist.”
“I’m sure Master Damian wouldn’t mind returning early in the event of an unexpected Arkham break-out or the like.” Alfred nods to Tim, who’s already begun to wriggle restlessly in Bruce’s arms. “Regardless, you should focus entirely on Master Timothy’s care. There is nothing more important, emergency or otherwise.”
Bruce’s pleased scent is full of appreciation when he passes Alfred. It speaks to how much he trusts and adores the older man that he pauses on his way out to allow Alfred to scent-mark Tim by swiping his wrist briefly over the swelling glands on Tim’s neck. Clarity is beginning to return to Tim’s eyes with every passing second, so Bruce has to take longer strides than normal to reach the master bedroom quickly. Bruce could technically just scruff the boy again, but it’s not good for an omega’s hormones to be sent down into subspace through scruffing too often - it drops their levels abruptly and can cause issues later, so it’s generally understood that it should only be done in the event of emergencies.
Bruce lays Tim on the bed, locks the bedroom door, and double-checks the locks on the windows. By that point, the scruffing has dissipated enough that Tim is fully aware but still unable to coordinate his limbs to move himself off the bed. Bruce takes advantage of his lingering daze to undress him, applying several warning spanks to Tim’s thighs when the omega tries to kick him during the process. When he’s completely bare, Bruce strips down as well, unceremoniously piling both their clothes next to the bed. Tim’s scent is all over the place, which is typical for a late-presenting omega; Bruce detects fear and anger, but also arousal and a general ‘need’ that calls out to his alpha instincts. He hates that Tim feels any kind of negative emotion at all, but it’s always hard for anyone to accept late presentations, especially when the late presenter in question is someone like Tim - who has been given unlimited freedom and almost no oversight for much of his childhood and even into his adolescence and young adulthood (Bruce can admit he’d been entirely too ‘hands off’ in the years when Tim had taken on the Robin mantle, though he’s tried his best to correct that oversight after the adoption following Janet and Jack’s death). Now, at nineteen, Tim has lived as a beta for so long that a sudden presentation as an omega must feel like the end of everything.
And it is the end of some things, but it’s also the beginning in so many ways. Bruce is confident Tim will come to understand that once he’s settled. In the meantime, Bruce mentally steels himself; he’ll need to be steadfast and commanding, even though everything in him wants to coddle Tim and give him anything he asks for. He’ll be able to truly spoil him much later, but only when he’s certain Tim won’t take advantage and use it as a means to avoid the things he needs.
“Present, omega,” Bruce says firmly.
“B-Bruce, this is a mistake, I’m n-not —”
Bruce doesn’t bother arguing or asking again. He merely reaches out and flips the boy around onto his hands and knees. He uses one arm to anchor Tim’s waist so he can’t turn back, and the other to press down on Tim’s shoulder blades. It creates a pleasing arch, with Tim’s bottom in the air. Bruce hadn’t planned on using his alpha-voice so early on, but Tim’s frantic struggles only intensify as the minutes pass.
Resigned, Bruce says, “Stay in this position, omega.”
Tim whimpers, the command visibly taking hold as he stops trying to move. Bruce rubs a hand over his back, waiting as he takes several deep breaths - unconsciously inhaling Bruce’s soothing alpha scent in search of comfort. Once he’s sure Tim has scented him enough that this next part won’t send him into a panic attack, Bruce moves until he’s situated directly behind the omega.
It’s his turn to take a deep breath - he can’t help it; the scent is intoxicating. Bruce has smelled many newly-presented omegas over the years, and it’s always a rush, but the fact that Tim is part of his pack heightens the experience to euphoric levels. The scent is concentrated between Tim’s legs, just as Bruce knew it would be, wafting from the swollen, pink folds of Tim’s newly-formed omega-cunt. It must have just split sometime during dinner, judging by how wet and plump it is.
Despite Tim's protests, his pussy is creaming up just by being in proximity to a strong alpha like Bruce. Every time Bruce touches him anywhere on his body, bubbles of slick froth up from between his folds, and the scent of omegan arousal grows thicker in the air with every passing second. If Bruce were not so in control, he would have almost certainly buried himself in both holes by now, one after the other, with no regard for Tim's comfort.
"Relax, chum," Bruce says, pitching his voice into a soothing rumble. "I'm going to take good care of you and give you exactly what you're craving. You just need to stop fighting me."
"I c-can't!" Tim gasps, words breaking on a soft sob. "I can't, Bruce, I - I can't do it -"
"You can, Tim. I know you've been taught to be independent - but that’s in the past. Trusting and serving your pack alphas is the only thing you need to be concerned with now, sweetheart."
Tim shakes his head frantically, dark hair fluffing into a tangled mess that only emphasizes the tear-streaked curves of his face; these are rounded in a way that Bruce and the others had thought was just lingering puppy fat, but they are actually an omegan attribute. He's beautiful, and Bruce knows the boy will make a perfect omega for their pack; he'll just need a lot of care and training to reverse the beta mindset he's been raised on up until this point.
Bruce makes yet another mental note: it will be essential to find a well-vetted professional omega trainer who specializes in late presentations. Bruce already has a good bit of experience and knowledge under his belt from the courses he's taken, but he's sure there are things he's forgotten or new techniques he's missed over the years since then. Besides, the other boys will need to be educated; a professional will know the best ways to do that while also providing them hands-on, supervised sessions with Tim outside of their normal interactions with him (which will also be vastly different kinds of interactions now, of course, as alphas to an omega pack member).
Continuing his examination, Bruce confirms that Tim’s balls are gone - absorbed back into his body - and his penis has shrunk considerably, though it still has a ways to go. At the moment it looks to be around four inches, whereas Bruce knows from the boy’s medical reports that it used to be around five to six before his presentation. Still, it will most likely continue to get smaller as time goes on; if Bruce’s calculations are right, he expects it will stop around two to three inches, which is the range for most omega males. He’ll need to order an adjustable cage in the next few days when he gets a chance; outside of special occasions, it’s not a good idea to allow omegas to cum from their cocklets. Their holes should be what provide both them and their alphas the most pleasure.
Speaking of which, Bruce turns his attention to Tim’s bottom, palming and spreading the cheeks apart for a better view.
“N-No, Bruce, s-stop —”
Bruce ignores the groaned protests. He presses a thumb against the fluttering rim of Tim’s asshole, testing the give. After turning the options over in his mind, he comes to the swift conclusion that breaking in Tim's asshole first will be the best way forward. Maybe if Tim had presented earlier, he'd consider using the boy’s pussy before anything else; but with him nearing feral behavior in this state, it's better for everyone if Bruce establishes dominance by not immediately giving the omega what it wants (and whether Tim knows it or not, he does want it - the pulsing, wet heat coming from his cunt is his hindbrain trying desperately to attract an alpha's cock).
“The amazing thing about male omega presentations is that the prostate doesn’t disappear,” Bruce muses idly as he pops the tip of his index finger in and out of the clenching ring of muscle. “It’s about two to three inches inside; fortunately, that means you won’t need to do much in order to feel pleasure from an alpha using you here. Even the smallest of alphas will fill you tight enough that it will be almost impossible to miss the spot.”
Tim grunts involuntarily and Bruce pauses. Testing that he’s found it, he presses harder, and Tim grunts again; his knees hitch forward like he’s trying to pull away from the sensation. That’s it, then. Bruce smiles, using his free hand to hold Tim’s hip, then begins circling the slightly raised area rhythmically, sliding his finger over and around it until Tim is panting open-mouthed into the pillows, his little cocklet dripping onto the sheets below.
It takes another fifteen minutes or so to get the tight furl of his rim to accept two and then three fingers. At that point, Bruce tucks his thumb and index finger inside and slowly widens them until he can see a clear view of Tim’s pink channel, his walls fluttering and rim pulled taut around the intrusion. When Tim whines, Bruce pulls out and gives the hole several hard slaps. Tim squirms, but Bruce knows he’s fine; honestly, Bruce is being gentle with him in comparison to what many alphas might’ve doled out. He had once known an alpha who, upon learning his omega son hid his presentation for two years, had spanked the boy’s hole long and hard for an hour. It resembled more of a pussy than an asshole by the time the punishment was over. At the thought that Tim would have done the exact same subterfuge if given the opportunity, Bruce can’t help adding an extra slap - harder than all the rest, which Tim jerks and squeals after.
“F-Fuck, please, please stop!” Tim begs.
“You’re alright.” Bruce pets over the swell of Tim’s bottom. It’s probably not the best time, but he can’t resist using this as a teaching moment when he continues: “As an omega, you need to get used to accepting whatever your alpha gives you - whether that be pleasure or pain.”
At that, Tim renews his struggles, and so Bruce has to repeat the earlier alpha command twice to keep him from rolling off the bed. Tim's willpower is strong... but Bruce supposes it's his own fault for teaching the boy to keep his head in any situation during his Robin training. Still, he can't let that kind of behavior slide, so he foregoes using a fourth finger to stretch Tim further. Bruce slicks his length with a bit of lube and then taps the head of his cock against Tim's hole. Before the omega can try to resist again, he pops it inside.
Tim shouts, the puffy red rim of his hole fighting the intrusion. Bruce doesn’t falter despite the noise, giving Tim's ass cheeks several slaps and holding completely still otherwise.
"N-Nooo, Bruce, don't —"
"If you had behaved for me, I would have taken your pussy first, baby," Bruce says regretfully. "But since you decided to make things difficult..."
From his vantage point, with Tim in a deep arch and his bottom lifted on Bruce's cock, it's easy to see the boy's cunt flush as if in response to Bruce's chiding tone. Tim sniffles and hiccups, his panting breaths slightly muffled by the pillow against his face, as he squirms ineffectually in place. It's clear his instincts are fighting the logical parts of his brain; this is especially evident when his hips begin moving in tiny humping motions back and forth before returning to squirming. The poor thing is confused, and Bruce decides to take pity on him. He begins thrusting in small, jerky movements - careful not to use too much force, but enough that the omega's rim pulls in and out as it clings to Bruce's dick.
Tim whines at the sensation, and Bruce shushes him, pressing a hand to the middle of the boy's back so the arch becomes even more pronounced. "Hush, sweetheart. I know it hurts a bit, but you're alright. Just relax; push out with your hole - that's it, doing so good for me, baby."
When Bruce studies Tim’s face, he’s pleased to find the boy’s mouth hanging open and drooling sluggishly. Tim’s eyes are still aware, but a soft haziness edges in the longer this goes on. That’s good; it means Tim’s hindbrain is taking more control, shutting down his higher thinking so he can relax into his beautiful, dopey omega instincts.
Bruce can’t wait to slide his cock down the boy’s throat. He imagines the tight squeeze as Tim chokes on it and the way the glans will catch at the deepest point, snugly nestled far past his uvula. He'll choke and cough, but Bruce won't let him free - not until he’s satisfied. It’s okay if Tim gets a little lightheaded, perhaps even a little dumb from the lack of air; omegas behave best when their minds are completely preoccupied. Once Bruce collars Tim, he might consider keeping it fastened just a tad too tight in the future; this would ensure Tim has to put a great deal of focus on getting enough oxygen. The distraction will do the omega good and will hopefully keep him out of trouble.
As Bruce continues rocking in and out of Tim’s hole, he spends some time weighing his options for the next steps in Tim’s treatment. The primary issue is that most omegas don’t present as late as Tim. If Tim had come into his omega self at thirteen or fourteen like most pups, there would likely be no need for additional ‘training’ by now. However, at nineteen years old, the transition is going to be extremely difficult for him. It makes Bruce’s heart ache, knowing just how confused and scared Tim must be. But that’s alright; he’s prepared to handle it, even if it takes a long time to get Tim where he needs to be. In his youth, Bruce was sent to the most expensive schools, which offered extra classes that went in-depth on how to provide successful treatment to late-presenting and feral omegas. Bruce had paid close attention and excelled in his studies, particularly in omega caretaking. In one of his classes, he and the other students were even lucky enough to witness the teacher successfully treat a late-presenting omega over the course of six months. It had been awe-inspiring to see the full process, and eventually to witness that omega finally submitting and giving in to their instincts just as they were meant to.
For a while, the omega used as an example in that class had been so feral that the teacher had resorted to punishing the poor thing’s hole more than anything else. Bruce still remembers vividly how, every morning for the first half hour of class, the teacher would snap on sterile gloves and spend time slowly pushing an oily piece of ginger inside the omega’s asshole until the omega was squealing and crying. As Tim continues to resist the alpha command keeping him in place, Bruce wonders if figging will need to become part of their routine as well; if the boy doesn’t settle down in the next few days, there’s no harm in trying it.
For now, he turns his attention back to the matter at hand, pulling his length from Tim’s hole unceremoniously. The rim is holding so tight to the alpha’s cock that it makes a distinct, wet sound when the head is yanked free. Tim groans, but Bruce ignores him, taking a moment to study the pulsing entrance and deeming it satisfactorily swollen. Bruce hadn’t tried to push his length deeper inside; his intention was just to stimulate Tim’s hole to show Tim’s instincts who was in charge and to work up the rim to the point where it would be difficult for Tim to focus on anything else. Bruce will, of course, make sure to fully penetrate Tim’s hole in the next hour or so; for now, they can move on to the next step in the process.
“You’re being so brave, sweetheart,” Bruce says. He pets over the omega’s bottom reassuringly and then moves his free hand down to gently hold the boy’s tiny omega cock. He’s uncut, which isn’t typical for omegas, and Bruce will have to decide whether or not he wants to keep it that way, but for now he doesn’t mind. It’s just another thing that sets Tim apart; besides, it means he’s even more sensitive there than most omegas. Bruce uses two fingers to stroke the foreskin up and down until Tim is whining, his hips jerking back and forth even as he stays locked in the presenting position.
While Tim’s mouth is slack from the unexpected pleasure, Bruce shifts on the bed so he’s sitting by Tim’s face, then slides his cockhead between the boy’s lips. As expected, Tim’s instincts kick in immediately and he begins to suckle at the red tip, his tongue dipping in and around the leaking slit. Bruce groans and rocks back and forth. Every tiny motion pushes his length deeper inside until eventually it hits the back of Tim’s throat. The omega reflexively tries to pull away, but Bruce tangles one hand in his dark hair and holds him down. “You’re okay, honey. Breathe through your nose - there you go, perfect…”
Tim gurgles and chokes, whining as tears flow down his cheeks. Bruce keeps up a steady rhythm through it all. Thanks to his old classes, he knows exactly how long omegas can warm their alpha’s cock to the root without passing out or throwing up; Tim is nowhere near that limit despite how flushed and dazed he looks.
His balls slap gently against Tim's chin with every inward stroke, and Bruce grunts at the added stimulation. Despite it, however, he’s confident enough in his control to know he won’t empty his load into Tim until thoroughly breaking in all the boy's holes. Not all alphas have Bruce's discipline - actually, most probably don’t - but Bruce has made it a point over the years to train every single part of his body (and bodily reactions) until he was satisfied that he would never be a slave to his instincts, even in the most intense situations. His steady, relentless training has proven useful countless times over his years as Batman and in daily life, but it is especially useful in the bedroom.
Tim is reaping the rewards of Bruce's discipline, whether he knows it or not. If Bruce had any less control and blew his load into his ass (as his body so desperately wants), Tim’s omega would be left unsatisfied until Bruce could recover his stamina. Even half an hour of neglect during his presentation would be enough to lead to long-term behavioral problems and stress in Tim; everything would be exacerbated by the stress already weighing down his hindbrain.
There will be enough to deal with already because of Tim's late presentation; adding more fuel to the fire just because his primary alpha couldn’t keep himself under control would have been a disaster. Bruce is hopeful that Tim will, in time, come to realize how lucky he is to have Bruce as the alpha helping him through his first time. He doesn’t expect such a change of heart immediately, of course, but perhaps mingling and engaging in play dates with his omega peers will be helpful in reinforcing that gratitude. At the very least, it might help Tim learn to be content with his new purpose as... well, a popular term nowadays in casual alpha circles is to fondly call omegas ‘cocksleeves’. Bruce isn’t sure if he likes the term, though he has to admit it’s quite accurate, all things considered.
Omegas are meant to live in service to alphas - to pleasure them and generally make themselves available for their alpha’s use. In turn, alphas are supposed to protect and care for their omegas and provide for them in every way. Bruce finds that helping an unsettled omega truly understand their natural purpose is vitally important for their mental health. If Tim struggles in the future with coming to terms with his new identity, referring to him using those more succinct (if not a bit crass) terms like ‘cocksleeve’ or ‘cumdump’ may be helpful to nudge his mind in the right direction.
On that note, Bruce muses fondly that Tim is, at present, unintentionally living up to the 'cumdump' moniker. Bruce has always leaked precum like a faucet, and Tim's lips are smeared with it after only a few minutes of sloppily warming Bruce's cock. With eyes half-lidded and vacant, he sucks over the engorged crown, his little pink tongue dipping into the slit in search of more alpha seed. Bruce lets him rest in that position for a while, content to resume fucking Tim's throat a bit later now that the omega is settling down.
As Tim continues lapping dazedly, Bruce leans around just enough to check on the omega's pussy; it's important to monitor an omega's discharge during their presentation. Sure enough, Tim's cunt is practically dripping with slick. Bruce pets over the opening with one finger and Tim makes an adorable sound, a bit like a kitten’s mewl. The reddened flesh of his labia parts as Bruce pushes one digit inside, then two. With his experience, he’s able to find what he’s looking for almost immediately, and Tim yelps when Bruce glides his fingers there in a quick back-and-forth motion.
“Haah—!” Tim gasps, Bruce’s length dropping from his mouth. And then, words slurring, “W-What? Wh-ahh! O-oh, what are you —”
“This is your g-spot,” Bruce explains. “Eventually, you’ll learn how to come purely from stimulation to this area.”
Some omegas could even come with only prostate milking or stimulation as well, but Bruce isn’t sure if Tim’s late presentation will affect his ability to accomplish that particular skill; therefore, he doesn’t mention it. Tim tends to become overly fixated when he’s trying to learn something new, and if Bruce gives him the impression that prostate orgasms are an ability all omegas possess, he may become obsessed with figuring out how to do them. That’s all well and good, of course - Bruce will never discourage him from learning new skills as an omega - but if, for some reason, he’s unable to achieve that particular talent, Bruce doesn’t want him to feel ashamed or inadequate. Bruce will just continue to test his limits and abilities; if it happens on its own one day, that will prove it’s possible, and from there he can encourage Tim to practice it further. For now, there’s no need to create unrealistic expectations in Tim’s mind - especially since Bruce is confident that Tim will have no trouble reaching orgasm from his pussy.
As it happens, that particular confirmation is swift in its arrival. It only takes another minute or so for Tim to begin panting and moaning. With only a few more swipes of Bruce’s fingers, the omega’s noises become tellingly high-pitched, and his lower body jerks once, twice, and then —
Tim shrieks, squirting over Bruce’s hand and thoroughly drenching his thighs and the mattress. Bruce doesn’t stop his ministrations, tugging his fingers back and forth so powerfully that Tim’s knees and bottom are lifted up and down in tandem. Finally, Bruce is satisfied that Tim is thoroughly spent, at least for now, and extracts his sodden fingers. Generally, at this point in the process, the presenting omega is given time to recover before continuing; however, allowing Tim to recuperate his wits will inevitably lead to more struggle and more time wasted in trying to get him back into a calm, submissive headspace. Knowing this, Bruce positions himself on his knees behind Tim, towering over the boy’s arched bottom and resting a heavy palm on the small of Tim’s back. With his free hand, Bruce grips the base of his cock and notches the mushroom head at Tim’s fluttering entrance.
Even though there’s really no point in it (especially considering how glassy-eyed Tim looks from his explosive release), Bruce can’t help himself from trying to provide at least a little clarification and comfort.
“You might feel a lot of pressure at first, maybe some pain, but you can trust me. I will never, ever cause you permanent or lasting harm. Though you may not understand it right now, this is for your own good, little one.”
And with that, Bruce takes a firm hold of the boy’s hips and sinks his cock into the heated clench of Tim’s cunt. As expected, Tim tenses up immediately, which causes his pussy to tighten its grip. Bruce groans low in his throat but doesn’t stop inching forward, even as Tim bursts into tears.
“No, no Bruce, no - please, don’t do this, don’t, ahh! Ah! No!”
“You’re okay. It’s going to be alright, baby - I know this is scary, but you’re taking me so well.” Bruce finally sheaths himself to the root, his hips meeting the swell of Tim’s ass. He allows Tim a full minute to adjust and then begins thrusting in earnest. The omega’s pleading soon devolves into moans; the flush of arousal blooming over his skin, which had waned during Bruce’s initial penetration, returns in full force.
“Ah - ah - aa-aah!” Tim wails, fists clenching in the sheets. His cheek is pressed into the pillows and sweat dampens the fabric as it drips from his face and hair. Bruce allows his alpha instincts to take over: the need to hold Tim, to wrap him up and keep him safe and tied down, to dominate. It’s a blissful rush unlike anything Bruce has ever felt to know he’s fulfilling his purpose, performing his role as the primary alpha in the Wayne pack. Tim orgasms again, walls squeezing and milking Bruce’s length, and Bruce grunts. He grinds down on every thrust until Tim’s cunt-lips are puffy and inflamed.
When he feels his own release growing near, Bruce says, “I’m going to fill you up, omega - nice and deep inside you where it belongs. Take it, sweetheart, take your alpha’s load —”
Bruce hits his peak, pleasure cresting like a wave. The skin at the base of his cock expands into an alpha’s knot, and he shoves forward, grinding and forcing himself past any resistance. Tim’s moans turn back into squeals, but they’re laced equally with pleasure and pain; it’s clear his omega hindbrain is fully in control when he spreads his legs further apart instead of trying to pull away. That little bit of extra stretch allows Bruce’s knot to lock into place, providing a sudden pressure against Tim’s g-spot that drives him into one last squirting climax.
“Good boy,” Bruce says, voice raised to be heard over the deafening volume of Tim’s euphoric wailing. “Such a good boy for me. A beautiful, perfect omega - I’m so proud of you.”
Bruce keeps up a steady stream of praise as he lowers himself over Tim’s back, fully pressing him down into the mattress with the weight of his body. An alpha’s knot can last up to fifteen to twenty minutes; therefore, it’s better to be in a comfortable position for the duration. Bruce breathes through every contraction as his cock paints the walls of Tim’s pussy with cum. Tim’s omega brain seems to know every time more of Bruce’s load is deposited, as he shivers with every new rush of seed planted deep inside.
Bruce brushes his nose over Tim’s neck and closes his eyes, smiling. It’s starting to really hit him now that Tim is truly, irrevocably changed - and it makes his alpha brain purr in happy satisfaction. The Wayne pack is full of alphas and Tim, thought to be an independent and closed-off beta until today, had never quite been able to fit in completely. But as an omega, his life will be so much better; it will be so much more fulfilling.
There’s no greater gift the universe could have given the Wayne pack, and Bruce will shoulder the responsibility of that gift with gratitude.
Eventually, Tim will embrace his new life with open arms.
He has no other choice, after all.