He pushed a little, just enough to bring tears (and really, was there an alpha on earth that didn’t enjoy seeing an omega cry?), but always stopped and allowed YG time to breath if he began to choke or gag.
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After breakfast YG was dressed in appropriate omega “clothes” and his binding jacket, to spend the rest of the morning kneeling at the alpha’s feet. Sometimes he was used as a cockwarmer, sometimes he was just there to silently keep the alpha company.
He was given no instructions, other than he was to stay in the nest until told otherwise - with the exception of being allowed to use the bathroom which joined onto the room. Unsure of how else to fill his allotted free time, YG napped or daydreamed whilst looking out of the window.
After an unknown amount of time (there was no clock in the room, and YG was a terrible judge of time), he would be taken back to NJ for his next breeding session. This would take the entire afternoon, the alpha seemingly wanting to try YG out in every position he could think of.
“Pack Alpha has work today, he took annual leave to get you settled.” HS explained as he escorted a freshly washed and dried, but still naked YG down the hall. In the kitchen, NJ was dressed in scrubs, eating a slightly burned slice of toast.
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On the sixth day, YG was woken earlier - a sign that things were to change.