Chapter 1
They called him a variant.
Peter knew the word. In biology, it referred to the negligible differences between two organisms. In statistics, a variance is the measurement of data from the mean. He knew the word.
What he did know was how it related to him.
Or why being a ‘variant’ had put him in the most terrifying scenario of his young life.
Peter could not move. He was firmly strapped down, naked and on his back beneath a blinding medical light. A metal contraption had been forced between his teeth and was pushing his jaw to the breaking point. There were tools, sharp tools poking around in his mouth as unseen men muttered to themselves.
“All normal,” one of them sounded disappointed, “appropriate number of canines, molars…”
Cotton swabs dragged themselves across Peters tongue and cheeks and around the inside of his gums.
“Think these samples will yield anything interesting?” The other man asked.
“No; wouldn’t make sense for his saliva to be toxic without any fangs.”
Fangs? Why would I…?
“How many of the variants had fangs?” The second voice asked.
“Only two, but their overall biological make up was less human; more arachnid.”
Peter had heard them talk of other variants who were only referred to by a series of numbers and letters; like prisoners. He could tell they were other Peter Parkers though. They could climb walls, were abnormally strong. One could even shoot webbing from his wrist without the aid of a suit.
“So, not good breeding stock then, eh?” The second man laughed. He sounded younger than his counterpart.
“Not as good as this one.”
Peter felt a knot tighten in his stomach.
He had been trying not to focus on how he had been positioned on the table. It was a short table, one that ended right where his hips bent. From there, Peter’s legs were strapped down and forced apart in gynecological stirrups.
An unseen beeping in the room began to race.
“Heart rate’s going up,” the young doctor said, “are you sure we shouldn’t give him a mild sedative?”
“Not until the phlebotomist gets here.”
“What’s taking her so long?”
“That fucking Loki variant,” said the older doctor, “he’s close to a heat, he’ll most likely be the next variant impregnated.”
A Loki variant.
“What do you think of this one? He looks pretty healthy, a little young, but…”
“He’s old enough,” the older doctor’s voice became faint. Peter swallowed at the thick amounts of saliva pooling in his mouth. Though his captors had long lost interest with his mouth, they could not be bothered to remove the painful device.
“He’s small though, smaller than the other variants anyway.”
“That’s a worry,” there was the clattering of a metal cart coming towards him. Peter’s head had been strapped in place, so he was unable to see what new torture was heading his way. “The Loki variant is absolutely prime for breeding. Once a heat in induced, he should be impregnated within days. And being a Jotunn, he is expected to have a large litter.”
Peter winced his eyes closed, hoping to hold back the tears. His status as an Omega had always been one that unsettled him. The knowledge made him feel so vulnerable, even when shielded in his Stark Industries suit and surrounded by Earth’s mightiest heroes. An exploitable weakness…one now on full display in the medical theater.
“This variants anatomy will hopefully be similar to the Loki’s,” the older doctor’s voice was now at the end of the table. Peter squirmed nervously. The last time he was down there, the doctor had forced his penis and scrotum into a constrictive plastic cage. Of course, to add insult to injury, the doctor had to make a snide comment about how small Peter’s ‘sexual organ’ was.
“So, he is confirmed for an Omega?” Asked the younger doctor.
“Absolutely, but I refuse to deal with eggs or egg sacks again. That was an absolute mistake with variant BSK-549-7.” Latex gloves were being snapped on.
“Yeah, I heard about that. Want me to move the light?”
“Yes, please.”
Peter heaved a small sigh of relief as the medical light was pulled away from his face.
“Did you want to keep the ortho-spreader in?” Peter blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to get them to adjust so he could see the face of the young doctor, but it was all for naught. The mysterious man was hidden behind surgical mask and cap.
“He’ll just scream and try to bite you if you take it out.”
Peter made the most pathetic noise to probably ever come from the back of his throat, but he needed them to remove the spreader. Almost anything had to be better than this.
“Nah, I can get the oral thermometer in there, no problem. We can start getting some readings on his temp fluctuations.”
“As long as it doesn’t interfere with my observations…”
The figure of the young doctor moved away as Peter heard the wet slap of a gel being squeezed out of a tube. Instinct caused his hips to buck under the straps and his hole to tighten.
“Relax,” Peter barely heard the words of the older doctor, “you’ll just make it worse.”
A gloved finger, thoroughly lubricated, pushed inside him. Peter let out a small cry at the unwanted pressure. He had not yet dared to explore is own body this way. Even when he could feel his hole grow warm and push out a few globules of slick, Peter would try to ignore the urge to reach down and learn what it felt like to be entered.
Now, he was being robbed of that choice. The vulnerable spot being opened for him by a man he did not know or could not see. Peter did not mean to start panting. The noise was so obscene, but it was one born from fear. Fear…because his body was starting to react without his consent. Peter could feel his cock swell against the plastic cage as the doctor slid in another finger.
“There you go,” his voice was a low purr, “see if you can slick yourself up…”
But Peter didn’t want to. Why would he? Even the tiny dribble of hot slick felt like too much. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair.
“I have some more sample containers,” the young doctor’s voice returned. “Hm, looks like you’re going to have to lubricate the speculum for him. Are you sure he’s an Omega?”
“Yes,” the older doctor sounded annoyed that he was being questioned, “perhaps his sexual organs are underdeveloped. He is small, even by Omega standards.”
The fingers retracted.
But Peter couldn’t stop shaking.
“Let’s get this nasty thing off,” the younger doctor began undoing all the latches and hooks and horrible mechanisms of the ortho-spreader. Once off, Peter needed a moment to slowly open and close his jaw just to get the feeling back. His mouth tasted of metal and blood.
Latex hands prepared the new device: a rubber knob on the inside of a thick strap that was meant to cover Peter’s mouth.
“No-o…,” his voice was so raspy, “pl-eas…please don’t…” But the deft fingers worked the knob into Peter’s mouth. The knob filled the whole space and Peter was forced to breathe through his nose.
“Got it in,” the young doctor said as he secured the face strap in place. “Give it a moment and we should start getting our first reading.”
The assault continued as Peter felt something firm now push its way inside him. It was not flesh, but plastic. Hard plastic that the muscles of his sphincter could not fight. Despite heavy lubrication and the modest amount of slick, Peter still felt like the tool was tearing him in half.
And it bloomed.
Peter screamed against the gag as the speculum began to force his hole open. It felt like scar tissue being reinjured. The restraints were put to the test, but Peter was no match. He had to endure the slow pressure pushing and pushing and pushing…
“Let’s see what we have here…”
Peter flinched as tools began to prod is rectum, just as they had his mouth. He was nothing to these people but holes to poke at.
“Were your suspicious right?” The younger doctor asked, joining the space between Peter’s open legs.
“Not quite…his Bartholin glands are a normal size…which makes me wonder why he’s not secreting more.”
Peter felt the muscles in his anus contract as the doctor rubber a finger on a sensitive spot inside him. He knew the gland mentioned – his human anatomy classes had been very thorough. He could hear Mrs. Collier’s voice in his head as the doctor carelessly prodded him.
“Bartholin glands are found in both females and male Omegas. Locations are slightly different; where the female glands are situated around the vaginal opening, Omega male Bartholin glands are found inside the anus. Both glands secrete a viscous fluid that is used for lubrication during sex. When aroused, the pituitary gland releases the Luteinizing hormone, or LH, which both stimulates the Bartholin glands and promotes ovulation…”
Peter moaned against the gag, drool pooling in the corners. The doctor’s finger was curled inside of him, gently brushing against a white-hot spot that ached for more.
“There we are,” the doctor said as Peter felt hot slick ooze out of him. There was so much, there was so much…
The examination continued but the doctor’s probing did not compare to the direct stimulation of his prostate. Everything else felt like foreplay after the fact.
Peter did not mean to whine so much, but the need had been cruelly awakened and left to fester. He was fully aroused in the cage, as much as it would allow him to be. The hard plastic was indenting on the flesh, but the rush of blood would not ebb. Slick kept coming out of him, practically begging the doctor to add more fingers, add more tools. To push Peter’s hole to the limit…
“Sorry I’m late,” the doors of the theater swung open, and a female voice joined with the anonymous doctors. “So, what are we doing here?”
“It’s another of the male arachnid-human variants,” the younger doctor said. “I have the lab order here for you.”
There was a rustling of paper and conversation; Peter could not focus on any of it. The speculum was pulled out of him unceremoniously and he was now writhing with need on the table. It was so embarrassing but there was nothing he could do to stop. He had never been touched like this, not even by his own hand. The cruelty of it all was made worse by the fact that they would not give Peter release.
“You really got him worked up,” the woman said, “look how flush he is.”
“Body temperature is reading at 37.2°C,” the younger doctor added. “You should hurry, the doc refused to give the variant any sedative until we got some samples.”
“You know, you don’t need sedatives to calm Omegas,” the ‘doc’ said as he snapped off his gloves. “Their brains are primitively linked to their sex organs. Arousal and subsequent stimulation releases such a wave of endorphins, it renders them numb to everything else.”
“Is that true?” The phlebotomist asked, “Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty amazing.”
“Here, I can show you,” the older doctor approached and removed the mouth gag. Peter stared blankly at the strands of saliva still attached to the knob as it was pulled upward. No one spoke to him, but that did not keep Peter from making another plea.
“My…Aunt…,” his throat grew tight as he tried to talk about home, “my Aunt May…please…I have to get back…” But Peter’s words fell apart it a gurgle of pleasure as something new was inserted into him. The thick cords of slick that had been pouring out of him had removed all resistance. His hole took the fleshy phallus with ease. The rhythmic pumping of it in and out of him and had done as the doctor said and reduced Peter to a dumb, drooling, incoherent mess.
“His body can’t tell that this is just a high-quality dildo,” said the doctor, “once he’s been aroused, any sort of penetration is going to trigger the part of the brain that needs to be mated. It’s actually a truly phenomenal occurrence.”
Peter could hear the doctor’s words – they weren’t true! He was a STEM student, a modest genius. He would not forfeit his dignity for the sensation of being filled, repeatedly…at a comforting pace.
The obscene panting was back. But it was not fear, it was need. Peter’s body was writhing against the straps. He wanted to touch himself now, it that way he had been so afraid to do. Maybe because he knew what it would do to him. Maybe Peter always knew that his identity as a boy wonder was a fleeting one and when the sexual need inside him awoke…his past life would feel like a dream.
“I need a semen sample, by the way,” the phlebotomist said.
“Why?”
“Way above my pay grade; but I think they’re running test on them to see if there’s anything that can be learned about Omegas and mating. I mean, it’s a little weird that certain timelines have breedable males that can ejaculate, right?”
The cage was undone. Peter was so far gone, he did not notice that plastic pump being put around him penis.
“Just keep doing that and,” the phlebotomist flipped on the pump, “and this should only take a sec.”
The pump was put on a low setting, only stoking Peter every thirty seconds. With each quick glide of the sheath over his cock, Peter let out a gasp. The muscles of his stomach would tense, and contract and new slick would coat the phallus still being pushed into him. He was starting to feel hot.
“Easy, tiger,” a hand pushed back some of the sweaty hairs on Peter’s forehead, “don’t want to go into heat for a fake dick, do ya?”
Peter whimpered as his ego pushed through the cloud of arousal. No, not like this…please…no…But the thoughts were quickly supplanted with the desire for the phallus to push faster and the pump to go slower. He never knew he could feel so good. Peter began to try and use the straps on the stirrups to help pull himself closer to the tool steadily rutting inside him.
The gag was not reattached, so Peter was treated to the humiliating sounds of himself whimpering, grunting and groaning.
Peter’s stomach muscles contracted as the warm wave of released rolled through his body. More hot slick began to push out of him as the tube collected his ejaculate.
“Geeze, that’s it?” The phlebotomist was clearly not afraid to hide her disappointment.
“Look at all that secretion though,” said the young doctor, “is that normal?”
“Yes, very. Here,” the older doctor waved his cohorts over. “Post coitus, an Alpha creates what’s called a knot inside their mate. This knot has multiple purposes; it scents the Omega as their mate, holds the ejaculate in them to ensure pregnancy, and it also helps release an advanced gamma-aminobutyric acids which greatly slows the central nervous system. It effectively shuts the Omega’s brain off.” The doctor began squeezing the base of the dildo, causing the bubble at the base of it to begin to swell inside Peter.
The effect was as he had predicted. Peter fell into a blissful daze as he felt himself become full. The pressure that had terrified him now felt comforting. An urge to sleep took hold of him and Peter succumbed without a fight.
Peter woke feeling tired.
His body felt heavy and sluggish.
And he felt…a prickling pain near his groin. Dull at first, but the more he focused on it…
And he couldn’t move!
Peter tried to cry out but found that he was once again muzzled. Thick straps were firmly buckled on either side of his head. A strip of thick material was over his mouth with just the smallest divot for his nose. Another bulbous, rubber ball had been inserted into his mouth.
Peter forced his eyes downward and could see he was in a pale blue hospital gown and strapped to a bed by his wrist and ankles. There were several additional straps over his chest and stomach. Curtains of the same sickly blue patterned in leaves were drawn on either side of him. They created a sort of tunnel that directed Peter's line of vision to a television mounted on the wall.
The happy woman in an almost farcical nurses costume was pointing to a series of word blurbs popping up on the screen - all in different languages. Some Peter recognized...most though, he did not. In fact, many of them looked like nonsense scribblings. Images began to accompany the blub; a silhouette of a male with an extended belly, a baby in a bassinette, then a nursery of bassinettes, a doctor looking up from a clipboard and smiling...
Calm down, calm down…try and focus…
Peter closed his eyes and attempted to control his breathing. Panicking was only going to make things worse.
His eyes shot open as the curtain pushed back on its track, revealing a woman dressed in proper medical scrubs pushing a cart. She did not even look at Peter. Not far behind was a tall man in a lab coat…Peter recognized his hair, his stride, the indifferent look in his eyes…
Let me go, you freak! You can’t keep me here like this!
Of course, his words only came as muffled cries. Peter pulled on his restraints in demonstration of his anger, rattling the metal siding of the medical bed.
“Shall I sedate the patient?” The nurse asked.
“No,” the doctor said flatly, “the sooner he acclimates to this environment, the better.”
I’m not acclimating to anything!
Peter watched as the nurse kneeled down beside his bed. When she stood with a plastic container filled with pale yellow liquid, he realized what the prickling pain was.
A catheter; they cathed me!
“Forty-three point seven milliliters,” the nurse said.
“Very good, please label it for a standard urinalysis and a baseline on his hCG.”
“Yes, doctor.”
“I’ll take care of the injection,” the doctor motioned for her to go, “you take that to the lab.”
Injection? No! Whatever it is; NO!
Again, Peter wrestled with the straps, but he only managed to make himself tired and frustrated.
“Finished?” The doctor asked, lifting the side of Peter’s gown, exposing his left hip and thigh. “I suggest you get it out of your system now. If the agents in charge of your case think you’re…unstable…we have stronger restraints than these.”
Peter fell back with a sigh. He did not deny that the doctor’s warning held truth.
“I will be injecting you with a follicle-stimulating hormone,” the doctor said as he applied a cool antiseptic wipe on Peter’s skin, “twice a day, into the hip, until your body drops a mature egg.” He then drew the hormone from a vial with a syringe and held it to the light as if to observe.
Peter let out a small whimper as tears blurred his vision. How was this not a nightmare? How was he not at home being shaken awake by May…would he ever see her again?
The tears overflowed as Peter felt doctor pinch his skin and sink the needle into the little pillow of fat.
“There now, that wasn’t so bad.”
Peter screwed his eyes shut; he didn’t want to see anymore.
Not until the rattling of the cart was gone and out the door did Peter dare open them again. To his horror, the video on the T.V. had started over…now with sound.
“Hello, and welcome to the TVA VBP!” The nurse declared as the acronym broke itself down. “That’s Time Variance Authority Variant Breeding Program! Whether Alpha or Omega, breeder or breedie, we are excited to have you as part of our new division!”
Peter felt like vomiting as the weird looking nurse on the screen began to explain what a variant was.
“Due to the extinction of half the living organisms in the known universe, the TVA has been experiencing a large flux of variants. Though most are pruned upon arrival in order to maintain the health and balance of the Sacred Timeline, a few lucky variants have been recruited into several new pilot programs!”
That’s right…I was…erased…
“You, that’s right, you!” The nurse pointed out of the screen, “Have been chosen for cross-impregnation. Through this program, mates are carefully vetted and matched through an advanced but top-secret process. Then the boys at our TVA medical centers create the optimal scenario to help you, or your mate, have a successful pregnancy.”
…Pregnancy? I’m gonna…
“And a big one too!” The nurse continued on, “The patented TVA breeding process is guaranteed to produce the largest litters possible! One, two or even four pups!”
FOUR?
Peter’s mind went into a haze. The T.V. nurse prattled on, but she was back to just being background noise. Hope slowly began to slip away; there was no way for him to escape. And did anyone know he was here? Did anyone know this place existed?
Mr. Stark, where are you?