It would be just his luck, Sam thinks, to stumble from an alpha intent on capturing and using him, into being freed by another alpha who intends to capture and use him. He's been mostly silent on the way to the ship, fully aware he's in dangeorus company and without any way to escape or means to defend himself. He's barely decent.
Sam thinks his mother would weep for him, may she rest in peace. But his father prepared him for the uncomfortable likelihood of a fate such as this. A practical man, his father, who knew that unmated omegas were basically free game to anyone interested. Not that there are no rules. Polite society doesn't condone what Walker did.
Which is why it happens behind closed doors. Naturally.
Had Sam's father lived long enough, he would have worked hard to secure Sam as safe a match as possible. Paul Wilson had never intended to see his children climb social ranks through matings, but he would have found Sam someone decent with the means to keep him in comfort and keep him safe, above all else. When he passed while his children were too young to provide for themselves, that plan went out the window.
Sam's status as an unmated omega virgin is still a currency to this day - just one he cannot leverage on his own, because that's not how the world works. Plenty brothels offering to pay good money for the right to sell his virginity to the highest bidder, which might sound callous, but Sam recognized for the safety net it was. The local prostitues look out for people in danger, and there is no more danger to be in than for someone like Sam.
He should have taken the offer, truth be told. Perhaps John Walker would not have dragged him kicking and screaming, leaving bruises harsh enough to show up on even Sam's rich skin. His thighs are still dry. He's not been used. It was a close call. Ironic, that the pirates would save him from that fate only for one of theirs to take him instead. Sam's situation hasn't improved so much as side-stapped to a parallel path going in the same direction.
He feels protrusions and ridges. He feels it grow, and realizes it to be big.
Sam swallows.
"Will you let me go, if I'm good to you? Before your crew returns."
Because he knows damn well what will happen otherwise, to an unmated omega only recently decanted like fine wine for the first time. He would be made a feast for the ship, and either kept for that, or thrown away. None of that appeals. But like his father, Sam can be practical. He can try to be good, he can try to be compliant, if it will ensure at least partial safety.
This? He knows he cannot prevent. Which is why he does not remove his hand, but pulls the pirate out of his pants instead.
Only to sit back, let go, stare. And then take a deep sip of that offered rum.
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Date: 2022-12-23 02:09 pm (UTC)Sam thinks his mother would weep for him, may she rest in peace. But his father prepared him for the uncomfortable likelihood of a fate such as this. A practical man, his father, who knew that unmated omegas were basically free game to anyone interested. Not that there are no rules. Polite society doesn't condone what Walker did.
Which is why it happens behind closed doors. Naturally.
Had Sam's father lived long enough, he would have worked hard to secure Sam as safe a match as possible. Paul Wilson had never intended to see his children climb social ranks through matings, but he would have found Sam someone decent with the means to keep him in comfort and keep him safe, above all else. When he passed while his children were too young to provide for themselves, that plan went out the window.
Sam's status as an unmated omega virgin is still a currency to this day - just one he cannot leverage on his own, because that's not how the world works. Plenty brothels offering to pay good money for the right to sell his virginity to the highest bidder, which might sound callous, but Sam recognized for the safety net it was. The local prostitues look out for people in danger, and there is no more danger to be in than for someone like Sam.
He should have taken the offer, truth be told. Perhaps John Walker would not have dragged him kicking and screaming, leaving bruises harsh enough to show up on even Sam's rich skin. His thighs are still dry. He's not been used. It was a close call. Ironic, that the pirates would save him from that fate only for one of theirs to take him instead. Sam's situation hasn't improved so much as side-stapped to a parallel path going in the same direction.
He feels protrusions and ridges. He feels it grow, and realizes it to be big.
Sam swallows.
"Will you let me go, if I'm good to you? Before your crew returns."
Because he knows damn well what will happen otherwise, to an unmated omega only recently decanted like fine wine for the first time. He would be made a feast for the ship, and either kept for that, or thrown away. None of that appeals. But like his father, Sam can be practical. He can try to be good, he can try to be compliant, if it will ensure at least partial safety.
This? He knows he cannot prevent. Which is why he does not remove his hand, but pulls the pirate out of his pants instead.
Only to sit back, let go, stare. And then take a deep sip of that offered rum.