dennis doesn't know why he ever fought against mandatory ownership for omegas. he doesn't know why he spent so long resisting, why he spent so long running and living rough and sleeping on the street in the name of "freedom". freedom was overrated. "freedom" had left him cold and starving and tired, unable to sleep from constantly monitoring his surroundings. "freedom" was poverty.
that so called freedom had nearly killed him when he'd collapsed from exhaustion and starvation. no no, freedom for omegas wasn't a good thing at all, given that was where it had left him. much, *much* better to listen to the alphas who said omegas had to be collared and kept and controlled- that was the real good life. he shuddered to remember his life before he realised that.
he feels stupid thinking about how he'd snarled and writhed and fought tooth and nail against the restraints he'd been put in when the authorities had been delivering him to his selected alpha, how he thought he was losing something rather than being saved. alpha had saved him, not hurt him.
now he'd given up on "freedom", he lived like a prince. how a real omega should live. he was warm and hand fed and had a house full of nests that he'd built, curtesy of his lovely alpha robby. he could spend his days snoozing in those nests or in the big bed, lazing around or opening up his legs for alpha to make him feel good.
he didn't need to worry about wearing clothes to pretend to be a beta anymore, it was much, much better to follow alphas commands and keep his body bare like a good omega did. clothes had always irritated his soft skin anyway, it was much nicer to be naked how omegas were built to be. his collar was lovely to wear, tight and settling and with a distinct little box on the side as all omega collars had- to track and monitor their whereabouts, so nothing bad happened to them. alpha liked to hold his collar while fucking him, and dennis preened. imagine wanting "freedom" over this?
he wasn't allowed outside without an alpha mate keeping him on a leash, and dennis understood why. the outside was cold and cruel, and it was better that omegas couldn't put themselves at risk out there. chilly air meant omegas didn't really leave their alpha's houses and dens all winter, but that was for the best. dennis enjoyed the odd summer stroll robby would take him on, but only when it was warm enough that the breeze didn't chill his bare skin at all. he was quite happy to be the docile and willing house bound omega that his alpha praised him so well for being.
in abandoning "freedom" he'd become truly free and happy and mindless- what could be better than being naked and snuggled up to your great big alpha who adored you, and hand fed you fruit and meats and cheeses, as he used his other hand to play with your sensitive little omega parts? dennis can never help the gormless smile his face breaks out into whenever robby pulls on his collar to keep him close.
on paper, what dennis had been so scared of- no autonomy, no rights, no life without alpha ownership- had made him the happiest, dimmest little omega in the world. as robby pushes his enormous alpha cock in and out of dennis's pussy, the omega knows alpha is right and good. omegas shouldn't be free at all- without alphas, they were far too dumb. robby pops his knot inside the omega, making him squirt as the alpha stuffed his belly round with cum, before giving him a soothing smattering of kisses.
dennis lets his eyes blur as alpha snuggles him in the nest and pets at his belly. freedom.
