"It's going to be okay sweetie!" exclaims mom. I'm in the backseat shaking as she drives me an ugh mating house.
"I don't want this!" I whine. I usually don't whine unless I'm forced to do something I really don't like.
"We know son," says dad. "It's normal and perfectly okay." Okay? What is okay about having to fuck for 5 days straight. I'm now at the legal age where I can go to these kind of places.
"Why can't I just take my suppressants!" I scream before shaking. "Ugh….god….gaahh….." My body is hot, sweaty, my heart won't stop pounding. I hate this already. I have sexual desires like the next person but to feel the need to be filled up is strange. It feels wrong now that I have to mate.
"Sweetie," replies mom softly. "We have been through this. You can't keep taking those. It will destroy your reproductive system." I'm breathing hard trying to keep the pain down throughout my body. My body feels sore and heavy. I am currently beginning to get the feeling of being stabbed on and off. I have never been stabbed but I imagine this is what it feels like.
"I don't care!" I yell at her. I don't even want fucking kids. Kids are work. Kids are expensive. I don't have time for that.
We arrive to the center and I'm more nervous than when I thought Trump was trying to kill me. I can't stop twitching which is worse with the shaking I'm already doing with the need to mate. My parents are both betas. I am the rare omega in my family of course. Mom helps me out of the car. I peer up at the building that looks like a hotel. You know it is a mating house because it has the gender symbols on the outside. All mating houses have them to separate them from standard hotels. Mom is holding me close as dad opens the door with my carrier on bag filled with things I think I will need for my stay. When you walk inside there is a waiting area with a door and a glass wall. It makes me think of the doctor's office. Mom walks up to the glass wall.
"Hi there," she replies. "We have an appointment today for my son Tweek Tweak."
"Hello," replies the short chubby lady. She has short curly hair that is not doing her any favors. "Let me get you pulled up in the system here." She clicks on a few keys. "I just need your ID's please. They will be provided to back to you on departure." Mom hands the ID's over as I begin to twitch. "Is he okay?"
"He's very anxious," she replies. Mom drops her voice "It's his first time."
"Mom!" I exclaim feeling humiliated. Lisa nods her head understanding. I can't even lose my virginity properly like most people because I am an omega. Such bullshit. I already know I am not going to want to remember this. I am going to want to forget everything about it. I quiver once more remembering that fact I'm losing my virginity to a complete stranger. She is keying something into the system. "I'm going to buzz you back. Will your husband be joining?"
"No, he is going to wait here," explains mom. I look back at dad who waves at me from his chair. Mom walks over to him grabbing my carrier on. Soon I hear the door buzz with mom and I heading into the back. Lisa is waiting for us with a chart in her hand.
"Hi Tweek," she greets. "Thanks for choosing The Connection mating center. I understand this is your first time. I'm going to explain how this works and ask a few questions if that is okay."
"Okay," I squeak. She leads me to an elevator.
"All omegas rooms are on the upper floors while alphas in rut are on the lower floors for safety," she explains. "You have the option of accepting an alpha in rut or not in rut."
"W-what," I stammer. "Why would someone come here not in rut?" I shiver because I find it disturbing. I would never come here without being heat.
"They want to help," she explains. "The screening process is extensive to ensure they are here for the right reasons." We walk onto the elevator. "You are on the 5th floor. Your room has the standard things needed, one bathroom, small table for two for meals, small fridge, microwave, and TV for entertainment during downtime if any." We stop on my floor following her to my room. She uses a key phobe that allows her inside. "Only our staff has the key to the room. Room service can come by at any time by request. Although most alphas in rut refuse this service for obvious reasons."
I look around the room. It is nicer than I thought. King size bed with dark blue linens, the comforter is dark blue with some gray line design on it. The table set, nightstand, chest draw are an oak wood color. The TV is 55 inches about the chest draw making the room more personable. The window is huge but currently closed. The AC unit is underneath the window. I walk over to the fridge opening it.
"Drinks and food are covered in the stay of course," she replies. "That's the good thing about coming here over the standard mating center."
"It's why I choose here," exclaims mom. "I want my baby boy to comfortable." I will never be comfortable fucking some stranger. At least I can focus on the TV when we aren't doing it. I hiss lowly shaking with the stabbing pain hitting me.
"Understandable," replies Lisa. "Time is of the essence. Tweek do you know if you prefer male or female?" I snap my head around.
"No," I reply. "I have never done this!"
"Relax," says Lisa softly. "No need to over think this. As time goes on, we can update your chart to your preferred partner." I murmur in pain but nod my head. "Let's head to the room for you to pick your partner." We make our way back downstairs to the main floor. I follow her to a room that makes me think of police interrogation room. "They can't see you, but you can see them. Omegas tend to have it harder with heats. We allow the omegas to pick their partner. The alpha has already agreed to mate an omega who chooses them." She pulls out a phone dialing a number. "Can you send in the alphas, male female, rut or not. Newbie here." Mom pats my shoulder for comforter instead it is pissing me off. I fold my arms watching people enter the room after a few minutes.
I freeze up as the people walk into the room. My body feels like it got hotter. I gasp lowly feeling embarrassed as my slick begins to flow. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I twitch as I walk closer to the glass. I didn't expect to feel an alpha effecting me this way. I am in another room sealed off from them. One of them feels powerful enticing my inner omega.
I pant heavily as I slowly walking up to the glass. I walk down the length of the window trying to figure out which alpha is making me feel this way. My eyes widen when I spot Craig. What the hell is he doing here? I feel my center throb as I stare at him. Craig shoots his eyes towards me. "Gahh….."
"They can't see you," advises Lisa. Is she sure about that? Craig face is so red, but it feels like he is looking right at me. He growls lowly. A few other alphas in the room with him growl as well.
"They all look nice," says mom. "They all appear to be strong and perfect to mate my son." God, she makes this sound like we are shopping for new coffee creamer. "Look at the pretty blonde girl. She seems like she would gentle." Craig is all I can focus on. His finally shifts his eyes away from the glass shoving his hands in his pockets. Is he hard? I shake my head pulling my eyes off his crotch. Craig looks pissed off standing in front of the number 8. He has his hat on with distressed jeans and a new tee shirt I haven't seen before. Craig and I…..I don't even know where to begin with him. We broke up in the 7th grade. Friends somewhat. We kind of grew apart. I glance at the other people standing in front of their numbers. I try considering the others, but they are strangers. I mean the other people aren't bad, but I at least know Craig.
"Number 8," I reply.
"Are you sure honey?" she asks. I bite my lip.
"I'm sure," I reply while nodding my head yes. Mom looks closely at Craig through the glass.
"Don't we know him?" she asks.
"Yeah…" I mutter.
"We hear that a lot," says Lisa. "Being in such a small town. However, the growth over the past 10 years has certainly helped. At any time during the stay if things don't work out you can switch partners." That's good to know. Craig closes his eyes leaning against the wall increasing my arousal.
"Yeah, number 8," I reply. Craig and I may not be in contact like that, but I would rather deal with him. He is not some random person who is going to be taking my virginity. Lisa dials in to the staff.
"Number 8," says Lisa into the phone. "Oh, let me tell him." She glances at me covering the receiver. "Number 8 is in a rut. Do you still want him?"
"Yes," I reply not caring that Craig is in rut. He glances my way again making my dick twitch. I shift my eyes away from the glass.
"Tweek…."
"I want number 8!" I snap causing my mother to jump. "Sorry…." Mom quiets down as Lisa tells her staff my choice. I didn't mean to yell at her. I already don't want to do this. At least let me choose the person who is going to fuck me. Jesus.
"Since you chose an alpha in rut you will need to go to his room," Lisa explains. "Is that okay?" I nod my head yes. "Mrs. Tweak, anything you like to say to him before you go. I need to take him directly to number 8's room." Mom rubs my shoulder.
"Call me at any point if you need me," she replies.
"Okay," I reply.
"You got everything you need?" she asks.
"Yes," I reply. Mom hugs me before Lisa has another staff member walk her out. I follow Lisa to Craig's so called room.
"Tweek this is the extension to call our front desk in the event you need anything," she replies. "There is also a panic button in the room in the bathroom and under the bed towards the headboard. If you feel you are in danger hit that button and our security will come into the room to get you out. If the alpha commands you to do anything against you will let us know. The policy will be contacted." I must admit mom did choose a good mating center. I had no idea they had this many procedures in place. I shudder because alpha's can command omegas to do what they say. Just another terrifying fact. "Do you need a collar?"
"I have a collar, thanks," I reply. We get to Craig's room and she buzzes me in. His room looks the same as mine, but the colors are different. It has dark rich red making me think of Christmas. Thank god the gray lines on the comforter is breaking things up. I have no idea if I should sit or not. I spot Craig's carrier on suitcase. I put on my collar locking it into place. I should have put it on before we left the house. I usually do but I was in sheer terror of coming here. I take my cell phone out sitting it on the dining table as the door opens. I gasp scenting his rut. It's so strong. The slick between my legs just triple. My eyes flutter as my blood begins to boil through my veins. I pant heavily before moaning. I hiss trying to stay in control of my body but I can't. My knees buckle causing me to fall.
"Tweek!" exclaims Craig acting quickly. He snatches me into his arms picking me up bridal style growling as he sits me on the bed. I feel so embarrassed despite us knowing why we are here. It's just weird being in heat, sweating and I'm hard as fuck right now.