You decide to hitchhike

There is no way you can walk 40 or 50 miles in a day, and you need to get to the city before your heat starts. Since your fever started yesterday morning, you figure you only have until tomorrow morning at the most. You shudder at the thought of going into heat in the middle of the woods, or on the outskirts of the city. Anything could happen, especially to a rare male Omega.

You start walking further down the road, just in case, and soon enough you hear the rumble from a car engine. You stick out your thumb and put on your best hopeful smile.

The car, a sleek new BMW, slows down and pulls to a stop. The car window rolls down and you walk over to see a well-dressed man in his early thirties looking back at you.

Sometimes about him makes you go 'Alpha!'. Maybe it's some new Omega-instinct you now have. Either way, the man looks like a professional about to go to some boring office job. He's clean-shaven and his dark hair is gelled back. His dark eyes look at you, raising an eyebrow. "Hitch-hiking? Bit early in the day, isn't it?"

"My car broke down," you reply, pointing at your Ford. "Got a flat tire."

He nods back, clearly remembering having seen your car. "That sucks. So, you on your way to work, then?" He opens the door for you, and you slide in and pull the door closed.

"Er, sort of," you reply. You realise you are dressed way too casual for work. "I'm headed for the medical research center."

"Ah, you're gonna be part of some experiment, then?" He looks you up and down. "They do always get college students for that."

You nod, glad to be given a cover like that. You put on your seatbelt, and relax. There is still a strong itching and tingling in your ass, and the fact that you're next to an Alpha is making you feel pretty horny. You pull your t-shirt down, hoping to cover your erection. Dammit, you're not supposed to go into heat yet! Is being close to an Alpha like this speeding it up?

"Anyway, my name's Stephen," the guy replies as he drives off. "And you are?"

"Alex," you reply. "I can't tell you how grateful I am that you stopped. I didn't feel like walking 40 miles to get to the research center."

"Well," says Stephen, "it's about 50 miles to the city, and then still some distance to get to the center. It's on the other side of town."

That sounds more like 60 miles than 50, and you're doubly relieved Stephen pulled over. He seems like a nice guy. You chat about this and that, and you try to ignore the growing itch and ache in your ass as much as you can. Part of you wants to show Stephen just how grateful you are by offering him your ass or your mouth, but you tell yourself that you're not in heat, and that this is what you're trying to avoid! You don't want to be some slutty Omega who lets any Alpha fuck them just because they're in heat.

But when you can see the city on the horizon, Stephen pulls off the road and behind some dense trees. "Stephen?" you ask. "What are you doing?"

Stephen looks at you. "You haven't been telling the full truth, have you, Alex? You're not some student who is a guinea pig, you're an Omega. Or you're about to be, anyway."

Your mouth drops. "How did you know?" you say, before you can think of denying it.

The other man snorts. "Please, you've been sitting in this car long enough for me to get your scent. You want to get to that center and get those suppressor pills I've been hearing about."

You bite your lip. "Okay, I wasn't honest. Yes, I'm becoming an Omega, but when I heard about those pills, I had to go!" you explain desperately. "If I had stayed back home, the Alphas would've gotten me knocked up ASAP, and I want more than that. Wouldn't you have done the same if you were me?"

"Probably," Stephen tells him. "But luckily, I'm an Alpha."

"Yeah, I noticed," you mumble, and Stephen grins. He pushes a button, and you hear a loud CLICK as all the doors around you lock up. "Uhm, why did you do that?" you ask, starting to feel nervous.

"Because I haven't been entirely honest with you, Alex. See, when you visited your doctor yesterday, she sent an email round to a mailing list with fellow doctors, since finding a male Omega is rare, and they're still researching how your pregnancy works and how you guys even grow a new womb," Stephen says, and his smile becomes cruel. "One of my friends is on the mailing list, but not because he's interested in the science behind it."

"What does he want, then?" you ask, scared now.

"Do you have any idea how much money some Alphas will pay for a chance to fuck a male Omega?" Stephen tells him. "Even if we give you birth control pills so you don't end up pregnant, you'll still go for plenty of money per fuck."

You shudder with revulsion. "I'm not a whore!" The thought of being **** to have sex with some random Alpha disgusts you, and you wish you had never gotten into the car with Stephen.

"You will be soon enough. You'll be a whore, and maybe my doctor friend will want to run some experiments too. You male Omegas..." Stephen shakes his head. "I wouldn't trade with you for the world."

"No, please, don't," you beg.

"Sorry, I can't drive into the city with you shouting for help," he tells you, and hits you over the back of the head. "We'll talk later."