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Robin had never been to the initiation room before. He knew where it was but he wasn't brave enough to take a peek. He knew his peers had sneaked in inside and spoke about it in whispers at a later time. It had never interested Robin. Robin entered the room and was surprised by how big the room was. And it wasn't the most brightly lit room. Navigating the empty room made him more nervous than he already was.
His mother and sisters left him at the threshold of the room as if sacrificing him to the devil. The grim look on his mother's face and the evil grin on sisters faces didn't help at all. His mom had asked him to change his mind at least ten times before she let him go. Robin had made up his mind. He wanted to talk to this man who had no fear for his life. He didn't want someone who felt obliged to be with him. It didn't mean that Robin wasn't hesitant. He would avoid it if he was cold. He kept wondering if there were surveillance cameras installed in the initiation room to make sure the deed is done. Marcella people were sadistic like that. His eldest sister Lily had reassured him there were no cameras.
He looked around the room to see where the Alpha was. If the man jumped on him from the shadows Robin would order his execution. Robin had never spoken to an Alpha who wasn't in his blood relation. It was a good thing he chose an Alpha with a spine and not someone who acted like a minion to the royalty.
Robin was startled by a loud bang. He yelped and found the ten feet tall windows open. Marcella palace was situated atop a mountain. Evenings got windy and cloudy. Fog came in through the window, chilling the air and decreasing the visibility further. The only light source in the rooms were the focus lights on the paintings and the light from the glass chandelier. Robin didn't know what they were trying to achieve with such low lightning in the room. Robin walked to the window and closed it. He took a few steps away from the window and saw a shattered lamp shade. When he went further in, a figure slowly came into view.
Robin looked in horror at the man who was shackled to the solid chair in the middle of the room. His hands were bound behind his back. His legs were bound to each chair leg and his mouth was gagged with a metal ball strapped to a leather belt to his face. He had bruises on his face. A small bead of blood was trickling down his hair where the guard must have hit him.
Robin took a few measured steps. "What have they done to you?" he said in disbelief, not that the Alpha slave could talk. To his horror the man chuckled behind the ball gall. The sound so rich it startled Robin. Like the rumbling of clouds on a rainy day. His eyes travelled down the man's bound body. Robin almost gasped when he saw.
Robin paced around the room, not sure what he was supposed to do next. This is not how he imagined his initiation to go. He had never heard of the initiator being bound to a chair like this. He was too shy to speak about it with his friends or siblings. He was scared to even read the manual. He thought the initiator would take care of it but considering the man was bound and gagged, he wouldn't be of much help.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Robin asked the man with annoyance.
This wasn't going to work if he couldn't speak. Robin took a few tentative steps closer to him.
His piercing eyes made him jittery. So uncomfortable that he was having a hard time looking at his face.
"I am going to remove this," he said walking behind him and loosening the leather strap. "Please don't bite me."
"I am not an animal," came the reply from the man. Robin shivered at the sound. Alphas tend to have a deeper voice but his was like a resonance on a brass instrument. He had never heard a voice deeper than his, not even his father had such a deep voice.
"Why do you act like one then?" Robin asked as he threw the ball gag on the floor.
"Because your guards treat me like one," he said, holding Robin's gaze. His tongue came out to lick his lips. Robin couldn't help but zone on to the movement.
"You were breaking the rules," Robin said, forcing his eyes to look away.
"What rule?"
"You are not supposed to talk during the choosing process," Robin said with hands on his hips.
"You wouldn't have chosen me if I hadn't spoken."
"You wanted me to choose you?" Robin asked, feeling a weird sensation in his chest which travelled down to his stomach and fluttered around.
"What do you think?" he said, thrusting his hip up.
The brute. Of course, he was only looking for a quick fuck.
"You can't be aroused without permission either," Robin pointed out.
"I can't help it, can I?" the man said with a smirk.
His sisters had told him to use the remote hidden behind his belt if the slave did something that made him uncomfortable. He remembered her exact words. "You have all the power. If you want to warn him there is a yellow button. It gives him a jolt of electricity. The red one will kill him."
"Yeah, whatever. Do you know what happens next?" Robin said, dismissing the man's words.
"I supposed you open my binds and we begin."
"You are insane if you think I will untie you. I know how dangerous you are."
"Really? How dangerous am I?" The man asked in a teasing tone. "I have certainly hurt many women with multiple orgasms."
Robin gritted his teeth at his tone. Robin was a royalty and no one spoke to him like this. It didn't matter he was the prince and he companded respect. But he also knew respect was something to be earned and not demanded.
"There has to be a manual somewhere here." Robin said, looking around the room.
"A manual?" the man asked with amusement.
"Yes!" Robin snapped.
The man bit his lips, hiding a smile. Robin could feel his eyes on him as he looked around for a manual. He found the illustrative book on top of the table. The omega sign on the book indicated this book was intended for an omega initiation. He opened the first page to find a hand drawn illustration of a slave bound to the chair. So a bound slave was part of the initiator. It made sense, they weren't supposed to have sex like a married couples. It was also the reason there was no bed in the initiation room.
"What does it say?" the man asked, interrupting him.
Robin started reading.
"Have you ever initiated anyone before?" Robin asked once he was done reading the manual.
The man looked up at him and answered with a straight face. "No. I am glad I didn't have to. Too much work."
"Then why did you want me to choose you?"
"Women aren't as much fun."
Robin felt disgusted by his words. Were all Alphas assholes? He wanted to slap the Alpha for being so rude but he held it back. You could still change your slave, a small voice inside his head said.
Maybe his mother was right, he should have chosen someone who was tamer. But the thought of having sex with someone who kept his head down and mouth closed while they had sex didn't sit well with Robin.
"What are you thinking, princess?" the man prompted.
Robin glared at him for calling him princess, it made him feel like a brat which he was not.
"Can't you keep your mouth shut for one second?" Robin gritted. Didn't his mother say he hadn't spoken all these years?
When Robin glared at him, he smirked but kept quiet. Robin walked behind him so he couldn't see him and removed his loincloth.
"What are you doing? Let me see," the man demanded.
"Keep your mouth shut, this is not for you." Robin shouted. Once he did as good of a job as he could he walked forward.
"Gods," the man groaned, distracting Robin from the task at hand.
Robin looked back to find the man looking at the ceiling as if in pain. "Are you okay?" Robin asked, touching the remote through his belt wondering if he had accidentally pressed the button.
"What's your name?" Robin asked as an afterthought.
He waited a few seconds before answering. "Victor."
His mom said he never told his name to anyone.
Robin had a feeling he was the first one Victor told his name to. Robin didn't know what to do with that information. He couldn't promise he would keep it a secret.
"Let's begin then," Robin said, getting ready to sit on Victor's lap.
Victor's eyes were closed until now but when he opened them they looked bloodshot as if he was in pain.
"Why are you hurting yourself?" Robin asked. "Stop pulling on your hands." Robin felt bad for him.
"Have you ever had to have sex without your consent?" Victor asked out of the blue.
Robin frowned.
"Maybe you will know why I am pulling on my hands then."
"I thought you wanted this?"
"No one wants this. I have heard they provide a proper meal afterwards. That's all I am after. Even if that means enduring this whole process."
Robin pulled back in shock. He eyed his hard cock and wondered why he was aroused if he didn't want it.
"It's Alpha physiology. You would know if you attended your school's sex-ed classes."
"I am sorry, I didn't know they were starving you," Robin said, feeling guilty for putting him in this situation.
"It's okay. You don't have to do this" Robin announced.
"And what will you tell your sisters?"
"That it's done. They are not going to shine a light there to check, so it's fine."
Robin took hold of his loin cloth and put it on. He opened the windows and let the cold air settle things down between his legs. Both of them didn't speak but there was an awareness between them.
Once things settled down with Robin, he walked towards Victor, took blood from Victor's wound and smeared it on Victor's softening member.
"That should do it," Robin said, looking at his handiwork. "It was nice to meet you," Robin said, looking up. He felt a pang of something heavy in his chest as he walked out of the initiation room.