Jack was currently in a new crate, one that was a bit bigger that the last one he had been locked in and for that he was thankful. After his physical exam, he had been wheeled through the building, into an elevator and moved four floors up. He was currently In a large wash room of some sort and he fought again against the nausea rolling in his stomach. He watched silently through the bars of his crate as he waited his turn. Other seasonals were being put in large separate cells made of chain link fencing. There were drains in the floor of each cell and a separate hose for each. Once in the cells the seasonals were being hosed down with a strong spray of soapy looking water and then rinsed. They all fought it, trying in vain to move away from the strong spray of the hose but it was futile.
Jack had a bad history with water, he had nearly drowned when he was a kit back in his corner of the woods and the sight of his fellow seasonals crying out and thrashing around in their cells didn't help to push down his fear. Jack was so engrossed in his thoughts that when North approached his crate, he was taken by surprise. North entered the combination on his crate lock and the door swung open with a creak.
"Come now Jack, you must be bathed," North insisted as he struggled to get Jack out of his crate. Jack struggled and squirmed against North's grip on his collar, his hands and feet slipping on the damp tile flooring. He chirped and gave little high pitched hoots of fear as he resisted against North's lead. Jack's lithe body was no match for the Russian's strength however, and he was forced into a cell, the door shut and locked firmly behind him. He spun on his heel and gripped at the chain link with desperation. He yipped and chirped in fear and panic, his eyes desperately trying to find mercy in his captives. But all he received was North coming up to his cell with one of the hoses and sticking it through the chain link.
Jack barely had time to scramble back from the hose before it was switched on and soapy water started pounding against him. He let out a cry and slipped in his attempt to find the back of his cell. Trying to keep the water from his eyes, he slammed into the back wall of his cell and clung to it desperately, his back hunched and turned to North. The water was powerful and it hurt against his little frame. At least the water was somewhat cold. He turned and slid along the back wall in an attempt to get away from the hose's spray, but it followed him wherever he went. North spoke to him over the hose but he didn't listen, he didn't hear, he didn't want to. He eventually curled up in one of the back corners, hiding his front and his face against his knees and pressed them against the corner. The spray stopped momentarily and he tried to stop hyperventilating. He yelped in fear however when he was being sprayed again, the soap being rinsed from his quivering body.
It eventually stopped and he couldn't help himself as his body started to shake with unwanted sobs. He panted and cried in his corner and even as North tried to coax him out, he didn't budge. He merely hid his face and cried until North was forced to physically drag him out and place him, still sopping wet, back into his crate.
Light shone down from the center of a circular, padded room and cast a shadow underneath two passionately entwined bodies. The female Omega under the male Beta yipped and squeaked in pleasure as his mouth licked against her throat. She panted and yelped as he found deep purchase once more between her legs. He grunted softly and continued his thrusts, his hands tight on her sides and her fingers in his hair. He could feel his stomach coiling tight, a sure sign that their session was nearly over. By her growing cries, he could tell she was nearly there too, her legs curling around him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer. With a few last frantic thrusts, she clenched around him with a high cry and he stilled inside her and growled against her throat, holding back the urge to bite into her skin and claim her. But he had finally reached the point to where his handler trusted him to not have to wear a muzzle. He had years of training and knew better, he was not to breed her, she was simply being broken in, and he was her Breaker and had been for a solid week. He panted against her neck and let his heart slow along with hers. The circular room they were in was surrounded by windows above them, where the company's doctors and scientists could safely monitor and watch the breeding that happened below. Everything was tracked, their heart rate, their blood pressure, even how close they were to climaxing, and it was all possible by a small heat sensitive chip that was placed in their collars. It was to monitor their health and ensure they were fit to be bred safely. At first, everyone watching closely from above was a bit distracting, but the male Beta had learned over the years to ignore it and simply do his job.
The door to the circular room opened with a click and three workers entered with two roll-able crates and a live taser. One glance at the taser and the Beta male seasonal quickly lifted himself off the still panting female and pulled out of her before quickly crawling over on all fours (as quickly as he could with a prosthetic leg) and obediently into one of the crates. He ate up the treat waiting for him inside but found no pleasure in it as he had when he was first trained to be a Breaker.
"Good boy, Hiccup." His handler, Jamie spoke softly, knowing he wouldn't need to use the taser and turned it off quickly. Jamie was new to the company, having been there for only a little over a year and fresh out of Seasonal Husbandry school. Hiccup was grateful for him, his previous trainer had been strict and mean with a terrible temper, and had been fired and arrested on account of beating Hiccup and breaking his leg to an non-savable mangled mess in the process. Hiccup now had a prosthetic, but he didn't let it slow him down.
Hiccup watched as the female Omega was pulled off the softened, raised platform they bred on and led slowly into the other crate. By then, Hiccup's crate was already locked and being wheeled out of one of the many breeding rooms and down to the wash rooms. He sat uncomfortably in his crate. Breakers like him were forced to wear these condom-like protectors on their members, only these were attached to straps that wrapped around his hips snugly and locked in the back. This device provided protection and prevented the male Breaker from impregnating his trainee. His was currently hot and uncomfortable, because of his release, but he would have to wait until he reached the wash rooms and they took it off his and gave him a proper showering.
He thought of the female Omega, she was young, just barely past her first heat and was paired up with him a week ago to be broken in. Hiccup was everyone's first choice when It came to breaking in youngsters. He was experienced but very gentle with them, always taking things slow and making sure they didn't get hurt. And he was very obedient to the workers and his handler and rarely needed reinforcement, partly because he wasn't as big as some of the other Beta's and couldn't fight back against orders as well, but mostly it was because he had simply grown out of the rebellious stage that most of them went through. He knew his job and he did it well. Overall, he was easy to work with.
Being a Beta and a Breaker also meant he trained young Alpha's as well as Omega's. He had a high tolerance for pain, which had come from having an abusive handler at a young age. He was patient as workers and his current handler worked with young Alphas, training them to breed correctly and cause the least amount of pain as possible and deliver the highest chances of impregnating Omegas. So Hiccup would lie there, strapped to the softened, raised platform in one of the circular breeding rooms as a young Alpha would pound into him, uncoordinated and without rhythm, frantically attempting to breed as the workers and Jamie handled the situation and gradually trained the young Alpha over several weeks to be more coordinated and more controlled and teach him to not simply rape his breeding partners.
Hiccup's life was hard, but he slept well at night and was thankful that he wasn't required to bear kits, at least not at this stage in his life at the mill.
After he had been bathed and cleaned properly in one of the wash rooms, his crate was being wheeled back by Jamie to his stall in hall seventeen on the fifth floor.
"You did good today, Hiccup," Jamie praised, as they neared Hiccup's stall. Other seasonals that lived in the same hall as Hiccup all yipped for food or attention through the floor to ceiling bars of their stalls as Jamie and Hiccup passed. "I feel confidant that that little Omega will do just fine with her first real breeding session." Hiccup ignored the other seasonals and just wanted to get back to his stall so he could lie down in his straw nest and sleep.
He wasn't expecting to see North at the door of his stall, standing there as if waiting for them.
"Good afternoon, North, what brings you here?"
"Ah Jamie! Good news! Here is new Omega to be broken in by Hiccup," North gestured to inside the stall next to Hiccup's. Hiccup couldn't see the Omega, by the angle of his crate, but he could hear its frantic breathing. Poor thing, must be near hyperventilating. He watched Jamie's reaction as he came around to look at the omega through the stall bars.
"Wow," Jamie exclaimed, crouching down to get a better look and appear less threatening. "He's a beauty, huh?"
"Da!" North exclaimed, clipping the Omega's files and feeding instructions on a certain slab against the bars of the stall. "He is skinny, but with proper diet, he will fill out. He is right out of wild! Tooth think's he may be one of the last of his kind!"
"Must be," Jamie stared, wonder-struck. "Can't remember the last time I saw a Winter Seasonal."
Hiccup still couldn't see the Omega, but from what he gathered, It was a male and from the wild, and he was a Winter Seasonal. He had never trained a winter seasonal.
"Is true," North continued, "Very rare, and he is virgin. Tooth wants him to be broken in slowly."
"Well buddy," Jamie looked over at Hiccup, "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you. We'll start tomorrow, but for now, just get acquainted." Jamie wheeled the crate to Hiccup's smaller of the two stall doors, designed for a seasonal to go straight from a crate and into the stall. With a click and a hiss, it lifted as the crate swung open and Hiccup crawled out into his roomy stall. The stall's weren't bad, they had water constantly, and food when feeding times came around, and they were rather spacious, at least a good square by square of thirty feet and were cleaned each day and replenished with fresh straw every morning. Every seasonal could see his neighbor through the bars that separated the stalls.
Hiccup looked over to inspect his new neighbor and cautiously crept over, sniffing the air surrounding the Winter Seasonal. The Omega was little, skinny, and was very pale with a shock of wild, white hair adorning his head. The poor thing was huddled at the right back corner of his stall, since his was the last stall in the isle. Hiccup sat and watched him carefully, noting how he panted and hid his face in his knees, curling up and appearing as small and non threatening as possible.
"He has been like this all day," North explained to Jamie as they watched for any reaction from either seasonal. "Everything is new to him."
"Its understandable. Poor thing is shaking. Hopefully Hiccup can get him to relax some." Jamie said, watching with sad eyes as the little Omega whimpered in his corner.
"Come," North said, "Perhaps he relax more if we left."
Jamie nodded in agreement and pointed a finger at Hiccup, a silent command to be good.
Hiccup watched as the two disappeared down the hall, continuing their conversation
Hiccup sat and watched the Omega for a little while, silently calculating him with experienced eyes. He was attractive at least, even if his bones lacked a little meat, but Hiccup had always been a bit on the scrawny side himself. He noticed the Omega hadn't been fed yet, and he knew he wasn't supposed to share his food, but he still had some food in his bowl and he wasn't very hungry. Walking silently over to his food bowl he gathered up some of his leftovers from breakfast. There was a half eaten tomato and a few apple slices along with some mash, but that was mostly dried up. Carrying the half of tomato and the apple slices, he made his way back to the bars separating their stalls. He didn't have to look to know the little Omega was watching him.
Hiccup dipped his head in a non-threatening manner and reached through the bars and placed the tomato and apple slices on the straw covered floor.
"I'm Hiccup." He spoke in their native tongue and when he looked up at the Omega and they made eye contact, green meeting blue, the Omega did not avert his gaze. Hiccup took it as a good sign and turned calmly turned and walked over to his nest of straw he had made and circled around it before bedding down to take a nap and relax for a bit. He was tired after all of the morning's events and by the dark circles under the Omega's blue eyes, he assumed his morning hadn't been too easy either, but he must have been starving.
Fifteen minutes later, he had nearly fallen asleep when he heard the quiet pitter patter of bare feet against the stone flooring of the stalls (beneath the straw) and the quiet munching of the offered tomato and apple slices. Hiccup gave a half smile and fell asleep.