He backed away from the man who was standing above him. He couldn't go no further than to the nearest corner. He was trapped. There was no escaping this.
"Please. Please don't hurt me."
The man smirked down at him. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I just want to touch you." He reached down, grabbing him by his wrists. "Lets get you onto the bed, shall we?"
The other man that was in the room finally said something. "Are you sure we should be doing this? He's only a pup."
"Since when do you care about how old the omegas are? You've fucked plenty of teenage ones before."
"Yes, but this one isn't even a fucking teenager! Christ, he's only eight years old! He probably has no idea about what sex is yet!"
"You agreed to help me make this video! There's no backing out! Now, get your ass over here and help me with him!"
The other man who the alpha had been yelling at, finally came over to them, with some rope, tying it around the omega's wrists.
He screamed, begging and pleading with them. "No! Please! Don't touch me!" Tears were already starting to fall down his cheeks.
The alpha, who was a few years older than the other one, threw the screaming omega onto the bed. He reached down, tying a cloth around his mouth, muffling his screams.
He stared up at the two men in horror. He wished he could be home right now, safe in his mate's arms. He would do anything just to be with his mate again.
The older alpha got on top of him, placing a hand on his hips. He leaned down, whispering into his ear. "I promise we'll be gentle."
'NO!'
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NO!'
Roman was suddenly awakened. Dean's whimpers and feeling him trembling in his sleep had woken him up. He was also muttering incoherent words in his sleep."Dean?"
"No...no...please stop...no..."
He realized that Dean must have been having a nightmare. He grabbed him by his shoulders, shaking him."Dean baby, wake up. Wake up!"
Dean woke up, after a little bit of Roman trying to wake him. He glanced at Roman, then around the room, then back at Roman."Ro?"
"You were having a nightmare, baby. Are you okay?"
"Mmm..." Dean whimpered, looking down. He wasn't okay.
Roman kissed the top of his head. "You don't need to worry about anyone ever hurting you again. They are gone. You are safe here with me."
Dean looked up at Roman, smiling. "Safe." He purred a bit, as the alpha stroked his hair.
"Yes. Safe."
Dean would have loved to be held like this for longer, but then his stomach started growling.
"You hungry?" Roman asked.
Dean nodded his head. "Mm."
"Alright, lets go downstairs and get something to eat. I think Seth is cooking right now also." He said, noticing the scent of chocolate chip pancakes in the air.
He got out of bed, picking up Dean in the process. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. He saw Seth standing at the stove. "Good morning, Seth."
Seth turned, seeing Roman with Dean in his arms. "Morning. I'm making my mother's chocolate chip pancakes." He said, with a big smile on his face. "Dean, you'll love them."
Roman was making another bottle of milk for Dean, while Dean held onto him. He arms were wrapped around his neck, and his face was buried into the crook of his neck, breathing in his warm, sweet scent.
"You do remember eating them every morning got you fat, right?"
"Haha, very funny. Your omega needs fattening up anyway. He's way too skinny." He cringed a bit, seeing Roman feed Dean the bottle of milk. "Plus he needs something else besides that pup milk you're giving him. You're going to regret that when he's back to normal."
"Why?"
Seth brought a hand up to his face. "Roman. You're not supposed to be giving a teenage pup milk!" He sat down at the table, with a plate of pancakes on it.
"Didn't we buy apple sauce last night?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Can't we just give him that instead? I don't want him to get sick."
"For fucks sake, Roman! He's sixteen years old! And he'll be how old in a few days?"
"Seventeen?"
"Yes! Seventeen! And you want to give him apple sauce?"
"With cinnamon."
"With cinnamon. We're feeding him real food here. Not no apple sauce." He cut up a piece of one of the pancakes, and held it out for Dean. "Dean. Dean, look."
Dean stared at the piece of pancake, confused. He sniffed at it.
"Come on, Dean. Open wide for Uncle Sethie."
"Uncle Sethie..." Roman said, frowning a bit. "Now whose the weird one here?"
"Shut up." Seth said, glaring at the alpha. "Dean, its chocolate chip. You'll love it. Come on."
Dean finally took a bite, chewing it slowly. After one bite, he wanted more. Seth fed him the whole plate. Roman suggested only feeding him one pancake, but Seth didn't listen. He had fed Dean all three of the pancakes.
Breakfast ended up with Dean feeling sick, and throwing up on Seth's shirt. Roman had to stifle a laugh, as he listened to Seth complaining about how that was his favorite shirt, while carrying Dean upstairs to give him a bath.
After Dean was all cleaned and dressed, Roman laid him down in his bed, so that he could rest before they went shopping for some clothes for him.
"Next time, we'll feed him a smaller plate of them instead of a big one."
"I warned you."
"Yeah, whatever. So, are we going to buy him some clothes later?"
"Yeah, when his nap time is finished."
"Alright."
"While he's napping I'm going to go try and find something."
"Whats that?"
"Moxley."
"What the fuck is Moxley?"
"His stuffed rabbit. Won it for him at a carnival the year before he was kidnapped. I was trying to look for it last night, but I couldn't find it."
"You sure you didn't lose it?"
"I'm sure. I know its here somewhere."