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The hood has definitely proven to be a good idea, in Alfred’s opinion.
One of Bruce’s business acquaintances mentioned it during a recent gala, and Bruce took it to heart, immediately asking Lucius to find a well-known craftsman. They had done a spectacular job, creating the leather hood precisely in custom measurements that fit snug over Tim’s head and face, while still leaving two small nose holes and an opening for the omega’s mouth. Tim protested quite vehemently, but had gotten only a sound spanking for his efforts. After his discipline, Alfred had quickly pulled the hood onto Tim while the boy was still a bit disoriented, and it did a marvelous job at muffling Tim’s senses to the point that he quickly calmed, his omega instincts dazed (not just at that, but also the fact that they had previously coated the inside with a heavily concentrated dose of Bruce’s scent).
In Alfred’s day, the hood was traditional and used often to train omegas, especially unruly ones. As a boy, he frequently witnessed omegas being put into full-body restraining suits that zipped tight up to their necks. With the hoods, the only thing remaining open for use was the mouth. Sometimes these suits also featured openings for their holes and pussies, so that alphas could easily slide in and take what they were owed. Creating synthetic alpha musk was easy nowadays, but back when Alfred was young, the technology did not yet exist. In those days, it had been common for alphas to release their load up the hood's nose holes so the omega would be snorting and gurgling their cum while warming their cocks. In that way, they would receive a concentrated dose of their alpha’s scent in the form of their seed.
When Alfred mentioned this to Bruce in passing, Bruce listened attentively and found merit in the idea. And so, on a day when Tim is being particularly disobedient and unmanageable, Bruce fastens the hood in place and has Dick hold him still. The omega is confused at first, but Tim has always been a smart boy and it doesn’t take him long to reach the correct conclusion once Bruce notches the head of his cock up under his nose. Tim begins five vexing minutes of struggle before Dick manages to subdue him into complete stillness again. Thankfully, Alfred had the foresight to install a ring gag once the hood was in place, meaning Tim's protests are reduced to unintelligible groans and whining (which, in Alfred's view, is still not acceptable behavior for a proper omega — but he has to admit his sensibilities are quite a bit more 'traditional' in comparison to Bruce and the other boys). From that point, it takes only a few more minutes for Bruce to bring himself to completion, and he expertly manages to empty a fairly equal amount of seed into both sides of Tim's nostrils. Tim coughs and chokes for a moment, but the gag prevents him from expelling it, and it is not long before he has settled into a daze, limp and docile from the overpowering scent inside the hood and the alpha musk coating his sinuses and throat.
While he watches Bruce and Dick take turns fucking Tim's mouth, Alfred casts an assessing eye over the omega's body. Besides the hood, Tim is completely naked, and Alfred is pleased to note that the boy's curves have become more defined in the two weeks since he first presented. Tim has always been such a skinny boy, even after becoming Bruce's ward and Alfred's efforts to keep him well-fed. It is a relief to note that his weight issues were purely due to his delayed presentation, and blooming as an omega has resolved that problem completely. Now, Tim's hips and ass are full, and his chest has begun filling out to the point that the formerly flat planes are now plump enough to fill two small handfuls, the rosy buds of his nipples enlarging and becoming more noticeable. Even his face has rounded a bit (though he has always had a certain youthfulness to his cheeks that everyone used to think he would grow out of).
The last discernible change is, of course, the omega cunt that split along his perineum the night of his presentation, absorbing his testicles and shrinking his existing genitalia into an adorable little cocklet. After that first night, Alfred fretted over the four inches of length Tim had still been sporting, but over the last two weeks it has continued to decrease in size daily until stopping at a permanent two inches — which is well within the standard range for omegas in general. Alfred has to admit, if only to himself, that he relieved — though he would have cared for and loved Tim regardless of how 'omega' his body managed to become after such a late presentation (and curse the boy's parents for neglecting him so dreadfully that his traumatic presentation was inevitable in the first place). It had almost been enough to bring tears to Alfred's eyes once he and the rest of the family realized Tim's growth as an omega wouldn’t be stunted forever due to his initial setbacks, and that in terms of appearance he’ll be able to fit in with his omega peers easily. At least, he will once his training is complete and he’s fully come to understand and find pleasure in his life purpose: serving and pleasing the Wayne pack alphas.
The sound of gagging pulls Alfred from his thoughts, and he watches in approval as Bruce forces Tim to warm his cock down to the root. Dick is back to holding Tim in place, using his own arms and legs to cage Tim's flailing limbs. He whispers soothingly in Tim's ear, especially as the omega's struggles become more frantic as the seconds pass. Though he's sympathetic to a degree (Tim is like a grandson to him, after all), Alfred has complete trust in Bruce. Sure enough, the alpha pulls back before the boy loses consciousness. Tim gulps in rapid breaths of air, hooded face nestled in the thatch of hair around Bruce's groin.
While Tim recovers, Bruce continues stroking himself, and croons, "You're doing well, sweetheart. I know it's scary, but you can trust that I know exactly what your body can handle. You're never in any danger with me, Tim."
Over the next several minutes, he repeats this and other maxims commonly used to calm anxious omegas. Even as formulaic as they may be, Alfred knows Bruce means every word, and he has the skill and experience to back them up. Tim doesn't realize it yet, but he's actually very fortunate to have Bruce as his primary alpha. Many are not so lucky, which can be attested by the number of omegas who are removed from their alphas due to injury or neglect. Alfred used to volunteer at an omega care home years ago in his free time, and he'd always been heartbroken by the number of omegas admitted after experiencing abuse, either purposefully done or because their alpha didn't properly understand how to care for them. Back then, after Alfred confided in him about some of the awful stories he'd heard, Bruce donated an enormous amount of money to education programs that provided proper omega care. In the years since (and with Bruce’s continued donations and strict oversight), access to education and special training courses for alphas is widely available and often implemented as mandatory in many schools and universities throughout Gotham.
Even so, there are still tragic cases of omegas ending up with the wrong alphas — which is why Alfred is silently grateful that Tim will never have to endure any such thing as an omega under Bruce's care.
While Tim is still catching his breath, Dick uncurls from his position restraining Tim's limbs and situates him so that he's on his hands and knees, face and upper body still leaning heavily against Bruce. From this vantage point, Alfred can see Tim's swollen rim and the lips of his cunt, so wet and dripping that Alfred is sure Tim must have orgasmed at least once or twice already since donning the hood earlier. Alfred also notes that the boy's cocklet is still encased tightly in the pink cage they'd ordered for him the day after his presentation. Twice in the past week, Dick had let his sympathy for the omega overrule his good sense and removed the cage for Tim — and, both times, Tim had quickly proven why the cage was necessary by regressing in behavior to the point that he'd earned a sound spanking on both his bottom and his cunt in the aftermath. From the looks of it, Dick seems to have learned his lesson; the cage hasn't even been loosened, which would have technically been permissible, since Bruce had only commanded him not to remove it again. That's a promising sign; it means Dick's alpha instincts have most likely fully adjusted to seeing Bruce as the primary alpha in the household — a hurdle which Jason and Damian had also found difficult to over come at first.
The boys had all taken it hard when Alfred relayed the news about Tim’s presentation. They were so used to seeing him as a beta, so accustomed to making allowances for his self-sufficient behavior — it's really no wonder that such big changes would unsettle them in the beginning and create barriers to Tim’s training. All that to say, Alfred is proud in how far they've come in such a short amount of time; only two weeks have passed since Tim's presentation and Dick, Jason, and Damian have gradually leaned more into their roles as Tim's alphas, determined to give him the care and discipline he needs even when the omega resists.
Dick had even requested leave from his police work in Bludhaven for a month in order to close by for Tim in this sensitive time, and Jason appointed several of his trusted lackeys to oversee his territory and other business as Red Hood so that he could spend the majority of time at the manor for the foreseeable future. Today is actually one of the rare days where he's not here helping with Tim's training, as there was an unexpected tip called in about a trafficking ring in Crime Alley where all hands needed to be on deck. Damian is at school, and Alfred will need to leave soon to pick him up and bring him home — he just can't help but linger here in Bruce's office to watch the proceedings. Tim is a beautiful omega, and, honestly, he's made even more exquisite through his constant displays of reluctance turning inevitably to deep submission.
Alfred knows it's inappropriate to find enjoyment in the boy's struggle, but it's a bit like witnessing the creation of a magnificent painting, knowing the artist is confident in every brush stroke and will eventually turn a blank canvas or a messy sketch into a masterwork. It's not always the case that an alpha knows what they're doing to such an extent, and Alfred has been disappointed countless times over the years witnessing shoddy work (not to mention the poor omega that suffers as a result). But Bruce is different; he's disciplined and attentive, with years of experience and the finest education an alpha could possibly ever receive, and he's always been the type of boy (and now, the type of man), who endeavors to excel in everything he sets his mind to.
Actually, in regards to that excellence, there’s another reason Alfred has chosen to cut it close with Damian’s pick-up time: he’s determined not to miss the new experience Bruce has planned for Tim. Alfred glances at the grandfather clock in the corner and, sure enough, Bruce begins slowing his thrusts and pulls out of Tim’s mouth right as scheduled. He allows the omega to take several deep breaths, then lifts the boy up. Dick has already moved into position on his back on the plush carpet, and Bruce lowers Tim over the younger alpha, nose to nose. Tim’s knees spread on either side of Dick’s hips so his bottom is lifted in the presenting pose, front half held tight to Dick’s chest. The gag doesn’t allow for any intelligible words, but it’s clear that the new proceedings unsettle Tim since he tries and fails to ask questions that come out as incomprehensible gurgles.
“You’re alright,” Dick says. He pets his fingers over Tim’s hooded face, using the other hand to hold the boy’s wrists tight to his chest. “Everything’s okay, baby bird.”
Tim makes a groaning noise through the gag, shaking his head as if he’ll somehow be able to dislodge the hood in his efforts. Bruce narrows his eyes, slapping the boy’s cunt twice in quick succession, and Tim yelps pitifully.
“Settle down,” Bruce says. Even with the stern command, he pets softly over Tim’s inflamed labia. Alfred sighs, though it’s somewhat fond — Bruce, despite his capabilities as a primary pack alpha, is really quite soft underneath it all. Tim doesn’t even realize how spoiled he is in comparison to other omegas.
After applying a liberal amount of lube, Bruce hooks both thumbs in Tim’s hole and gently pulls apart to test the stretch of his rim. The noise Tim makes sounds somewhere between a whine and a moan, perhaps more the former when the stretch edges from pleasure into slight pain. With the other hand, Bruce opens Tim’s pussy around two fingers, shushing the omega when entering a third digit elicits a high-pitched squeal. Bruce begins a tugging motion to stimulate the g-spot while pressing down and out with the fingers in Tim’s rim at the same time. It doesn’t take long for the omega to begin whimpering and humping back on the intrusions, chasing the sparks of pleasure.
Several minutes later, when Tim is leaking like a faucet and panting drool over Dick’s naked chest, Bruce pulls his fingers out. Alfred straightens, readying for the main event. He’s chosen to stand slightly off to the side purposefully because it’s the best vantage point; from here, he has a clear view of everything, even down to minute details such as the way Tim’s hole tightens and releases like a clenching little mouth begging for the return of Bruce’s skilled fingers.
As expected, where other alphas would proceed without even a word of explanation for the omega under their care, Bruce is entirely too benevolent not to offer a bit of clarity. “Baby, this is going to feel a bit uncomfortable and new at first, but it’s an important step in your training.” He leans down to grasp the root of Dick’s straining length, and the younger alpha groans but stays obediently still underneath Tim, knowing what’s coming next. “Dick is going to fill your pussy… and I’m going to fill your hole.”
It takes two or three seconds for that information to sink in, but when it does, Tim’s entire body locks up. “NnngGH! Nghhoh!” His screaming is ineffective with the gag, of course, but the way he also begins wriggling and straining against Dick’s hold is considerably more troublesome. Dick, just as softhearted as Bruce, only tightens his grip on the boy’s wrists and coos words of comfort — which, predictably, are barely audible (and entirely ineffective) over the volume of Tim’s protests.
Alfred sighs. He doesn’t normally like to intrude, but technically he is also an alpha of the pack with just as much right to interject when needed. He steps forward and crouches next to Dick and Tim. Unceremoniously, he lifts Tim’s upper body enough to expose the budding mounds of his omega-breasts and reaches underneath to deliver two sharp slaps to each of the peaked nipples. “Enough!” Alfred snaps — not an alpha command, but still unmistakably stern. “You will cease these dramatics at once, omega.”
Tim hiccups and sniffles; Alfred can tell he’s likely crying now beneath the hood, but that is acceptable. An omega crying is entirely normal when being introduced to new and overwhelming experiences. What isn’t acceptable is throwing tantrums.
Dick looks at Alfred with furrowed eyebrows, biting his lip before asking, “Alfie… he’s just scared…”
“I am aware, my boy,” Alfred says, his tone softening. “A bit of apprehension or anxiety is to be expected in young, untrained omegas. But the sort of theatrical histrionics young Master Tim has been exhibiting must not be allowed to continue without correction.” He directs this last part at Bruce as well, who looks suitably chastened.
“He’s right, Dick,” Bruce says. “I haven’t set a good example today. In the beginning of training, it’s better to be overly strict than indulgent.”
From that point on, Alfred is pleased to note that the two alphas seem to take his constructive criticism to heart. Tim doesn’t try to escape Dick’s hold again, and Bruce maneuvers Dick’s hard length into Tim’s sopping pussy without much trouble. Tim continues to make low, huffing protests through the gag, which increase in volume (though not as loud as before, thank goodness) when Bruce notches the head of his cock against the omega’s hole. With a nod from Bruce, Dick heeds the signal and groans as he pulls out until only the very tip of his shaft remains lodged in the tight grip of Tim’s cunt. At that moment, Bruce thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt — and Tim's wail sounds long and punched-out in a way that is music to Alfred’s ears.
Bruce and Dick are soon able to work out a suitable rhythm; when Dick pushes in, Bruce pulls out, and vice versa. Despite his initial reluctance, Tim begins drooling and panting after a few minutes, and Alfred catches glimpses of his little caged cocklet dripping precum onto Dick’s stomach. The one downside to the hood and the gag is that there is no way for Alfred to see his favorite ‘omega’ expression during moments like these: that vacant, blissful haze descending, eyes rolling up, the ability to control themselves gone, mouth open and tongue lolling as they submit entirely to the pleasure and pain delivered by their alpha superiors. That moment where an omega yields completely to their instincts is more satisfying than anything else in the world. It is a gift Alfred is honored to experience, even at his advanced age — especially after recently believing that his days of training and caring for omegas were over, and that the Wayne pack would continue to consist in perpetuity of only alphas and the singular beta.
Eventually, Dick’s thrusts become sloppier as he nears orgasm. He accidentally pushes forward again before Bruce pulls out, stuffing both of Tim’s holes simultaneously. The omega squeals and squirts around Dick’s cock, cunt-juices gushing and wetting Tim’s trembling thighs. Bruce grunts and stills, fully sheathed, and Alfred can only imagine how tightly Tim’s hole is gripping his length.
Bruce braces himself, hands clenching Tim’s hips. Dick continues to pummel in and out even as Bruce remains motionless, and it is clear he is balancing on a thin edge to maintain control, wanting to knot the omega at the same time as his ward. Finally, Dick says, “Fuck, Bruce, I - I’m gonna come - I’m coming —!”
Dick buries himself deep, and Bruce pulls back for one last thrust, his inflating knot locking behind the puffy vice of Tim’s rim. As Dick’s knot also expands, Tim babbles mindlessly, breaths hitching on pleasured sobs. "Ahh - ngah - hahh!” There is no way to tell what he’s trying to say, or if he even knows himself, but Alfred likes to imagine Tim is thanking them; that if his mouth were free, he would be crying in appreciation over his alphas allowing him to take both their knots at once.
Tim collapses completely flat on Dick, and Bruce leans some of his own weight over Tim’s back, though not all of it, just enough to comfortably wait for their knots to go down. He presses kisses to Tim’s sweaty neck and shoulders, and Dick nuzzles against Tim’s throat, licking over the marks from the mating bites they’d all left there two weeks ago the day after Tim’s presentation. Alfred hadn’t initially intended to make a mark of his own (after all, he’s the butler - it’s not exactly proper procedure for household staff) but Bruce insisted he was just as much a part of the Wayne pack as the rest of them. Alfred had eventually given in, biting down on Tim’s clavicle, right below where Jason and Damian had done the same.
Speaking of Damian… Alfred glances back at the grandfather clock and jolts when he realizes it’s half-past four. He's already five minutes late to pick-up!
Ah, well. It was certainly worth it, just this once.