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My Evidence, My Witness (T4T RiddleBat)

(Edward POV):

Eddie gazed around at the damp, biting concrete walls of the decaying building he lay waste in. He tried to hone his mind on the drip of the leak near the window of his cell or the earwigs slinking across the mossy floor. Playing around with the idea that the insects might perhaps enter his ear canal, although in his right mind he knew better; the bugs were unfortunately harmless. There would be no pain to stave his thoughts away from – the problem.

The problem. Eddie could take his imprisonment, after all it had been a part of his plan all along, turning himself in after its completion, his work done.

The conditions within the asylum were not dissimilar from what he had experienced in his time at the orphanage all those years ago, the moldering, the seemingly permanent lump in his throat – sometimes from the tears, sometimes from the less than ideal conditions – making it hard for him to swallow or breathe deeply

At first Eddie had thought the silence of his quarters was nice – just him and the earwigs, but then the shrieks started. Each night the screams of his floormates instantly reminded him of the cries of infants slowly succumbing to a cruel end each winter. But Eddie could take it, the suffering almost felt like a comforting blanket hazing his mind, pain gave him purpose.

No. What truly was eating away at Eddie, the Riddler, the analytical paladin of justice – was his dysphoria.

Sure he was allowed to visit the med station once a month to get his T-shot, but the guards had confiscated his only binder during his prison intake.

“Contraband,” they had said quickly, allowing no time to respond before shoving him in a holding cell.

Logically, Riddler understood why they might not allow him a binder, the process of wearing it for just a few hours each day had already done a number on his ribs outside of prison, let alone what damage it might do when he would be wearing it constantly.

The prison-issued straight jacket initially held hope. At the very least his chest wouldn’t be as exposed. However, once it was on, whatever fleeting glee of passing during his detainment there might have been, had left altogether.

Somehow the offending jacket had pushed his chest even farther into view than it had been with just his construction-orange regulation jumpsuit.

From the sun’s brisk incline to the slow rise of the moon, each day Eddie’s thoughts ran wild.

Having nothing else to do with each waking moment but to do everything in his power to distract himself from his chest, and every great once in a while giving in and looking down upon the erring flesh festering below his neck, causing himself to spiral.

And if all of that wasn’t already enough, everytime he was able to leave the cell, their eyes lingered, glued to his chest. Some seemed confused, whilst others gave him a knowing look.

“I know what you are.” their expressions conveyed.

Eddie hadn’t felt this unsafe since he was a teenager – looking back on it, the ghost of hands scrambling across his lower half in passing.

He could vividly remember the aching feeling from when he was pushed into hand-me-down dresses for each Sunday’s orphanage service. Although the straight jacket was made from a very different material than those garments had been, it still left the same itching, crawling feeling upon his skin. Eddie tried to pretend that the burning feeling was just the earwigs digging into him.

At his weekly meeting with his care team, Eddie worked up the guts to articulate this tormenting feeling to his therapist. And although she seemed pleased with his work towards expressing his wants and needs in a safe manner, she instantaneously declined his request

. It was her concern that Eddie might use the gender-affirming device to take his own life – something Eddie was now considering with the lack of options left to hide the symmetrical tumor-like protrusions weighing down upon his chest. Perhaps the straight jacket – no he couldn’t let himself think like that.

With a deep breath, the meeting ended and Eddie was marched back to his cell, chest jumping with each step. One man lurking near the door of his cell, nearly bore holes in Eddie’s chest staring.

“What was he in for again?” he thought, searching his memory, gulping when he recalled it. The man had been imprisoned after dismembering the bodies of seven women piece by piece, methodically.

Though Eddie had committed several similar crimes and felt the thrill of such acts, it was in the name of his cause, his purpose. This man, who clearly saw him as a woman, had dissected each one of those people to get his dick wet with their bodily fluids and their insides. It was clear in the man’s gaze that despite his appearance, he had chosen Eddie as his next victim.

Alarm bells ringing in his mind, Eddie plotted. Sure Arkham was fairly strict about sticking to regulations, but that didn’t mean that the occasional assault didn’t happen, especially with those the guards weren’t particularly fond of. If he couldn’t find a way out then – Batman. He’d have to go through Batman.

Eddie wasn’t really quite sure how to broach the subject of “Hey Bats! If you don’t bring me a chest binder (I’m trans btw) some creep is going to rawdog and possibly kill me” but he’d find a way– he’d have to.

During his research on the elusive dark knight, Eddie found a singular picture, the man’s vigilante costume had been torn during a fight directly around the chest and a telltale scar peaked through. In his mind, he had tried to rationalize that the man did seem to be injured quite often and that a scar in that particular area meant nothing, but Eddie still held out the hope that the both of them held this shared experience – remembering this, the Riddler got to work.

Despite the fact that Eddie had been in prison for over seven months now, he was keenly aware that Batman still screened all of his communication with the outside world. And so it began.

During the time that he was allowed out of his cell, Eddie wrote a heartwarming letter to his favorite co-worker Linda Paulson. In reality, Linda was a stone-cold bitch who constantly used the wrong pronouns when referring to Eddie on purpose. But no one needed to know about that-

Eddie knew the letter would never reach Linda or even beyond the prison walls, it would be sent to Batman, where he would hopefully decode the carefully placed ciphers describing Eddie’s predicament.

Sure after their last meeting the dark knight had not seemed as fond of him as Eddie would have liked, but he was sure that the brooding man did at the very least have human decency.

With the letter approved, Eddie sat on pins and needles carefully awaiting the vigilante’s arrival, and also swallowing down the feeling that the Batman simply may not care or might enjoy Eddie’s suffering too much to render him any aid.

. . .

(Bruce POV:)

My dearest Linda Paulson-

Bruce stared down at the bizarre piece of paper. The garbled mess appeared to be a letter from Nashton to an elderly coworker of his from his days as a forensic accountant, but with the Riddler the correspondence could mean a number of things. Perhaps his plans for another attack or useful information he may have found?

Although the faculty at Arkham had not been intelligent enough to see through it, the letter was clearly filled with ciphers and mentions towards something, only what could it be?

Having waited for this exact moment, Bruce pulled up his archive of ciphers previously used by the Riddler, and ones he potentially might use in the future.

Though none of the ciphers that Nashton had used in the past matched up with the scribbled notes, a very basic cipher from his folder of “Codes the Riddler might use next” apparently matched up. But when Bruce read through it the content was – underwhelming.

In a panicked frenzy the man described his predicament, and although Bruce had previously had suspicions he was never aware that– the Riddler was also trans, just like him.

Apparently Nashton’s binder had been seized by the prison guards as soon as he had entered the asylum and with little to focus on the dysphoria had been blindling present. Not only that, but the other prisoners had come to learn of Edward’s biology and had begun to harass him, particularly the suspect of the brutal 8th Street killings.

All Nashton asked for on the crinkled page before him was a binder and although Bruce was not personally fond of the psychotic man in any way, shape, or form – he could understand such a request, especially as a trans man himself.

Early in his teenage years after the murder of his parents, a young Bruce ran to his only remaining family – Alfred– and confessed to him that no matter what he tried, his body just felt wrong.

Ever the supportive figure, Alfred calmly listened whilst Bruce described the wretched feelings that had been eating away at him each day.

Thankfully with Alfred’s consent as his guardian, Bruce was able to start HRT when he was 14 years old and was able to obtain top surgery a few years later.

Of course being the heir of a billion-dollar company did have its downfalls as news of Bruce’s transition made its way around Gothams’ tabloids. But with how little Bruce’s parents had allowed him to be shown in the media and his reclusion after their murder, the rumors that Bruce had been assigned female at birth were expunged from the news soon after a few helpful cease and desist letters had arrived.

Bruce had always felt guilty, knowing that he should come out to the public to bring hope to other trans people and to advocate for the issue, like his parents would have wanted. But with his current duties as the Batman consuming his every waking thought, Bruce voiced his support from the sidelines, with sizable yearly donations to local LGBTQ+ causes.

“What’ve you got there Bruce?” Alfred questioned, entering the room and offering him a cup of coffee.

Bruce then began to explain the contents of Nashton’s strange letter, with Alfred nodding or looking puzzled at certain portions of the retelling of the written request.

“Well, I think you know what you’ve ought to do, Bruce,” Alfred began, “ I know that the Riddler may be a very complicated person to deal with, but no one deserves that Bruce – not even after what he’s done.”

Bruce set aside the agitated feelings that arose within him anytime he discussed the petulant man and made up his mind. Tomorrow, he would go binder shopping for the Riddler.

. . .

Finding the measurements from the Riddler’s binder had only taken a matter of minutes, once he firmly asked the ward technician to have access to Arkaham’s storage locker for “a case”.

Bruce felt a sort of pity for the man after seeing the condition of it, Nashton must have worn the garment to death.

After his impromptu asylum visit, Bruce swiftly returned home sliding off his thick armor and donning his nirvana tee and pajama pants, and browsed amazon. Initially Bruce thought the search would only take a few minutes but after a few days of searching through various products and reviews, Bruce ordered three binders and two less intense compression items for days when Nashton couldn’t bind, and had them expressed shipped.

. . .

The next day Bruce stalked into Arkham, carefully enrobing himself with a dangerous aura, and requested a meeting with the Riddler to question him about information regarding his latest case. The meeting was granted instantaneously as he entered the same conference room that he had been in when he first met Nashton all those months ago.

As the Riddler stumbled into the conference room, Bruce expected to be hit with the brash behavior he associated with the man but was left befuddled, as Nashton looked up at him with only humility and embarrassment coloring his features.

Without a word Bruce slid the package containing some of the supplies the Riddler had requested in through a small window. Pulling it out, Nashton sighed visibly with relief, turning around and hastily removing the dingy, orange prison shirt and scrunching the binder onto his chest. Once fully clothed again the Riddler turned to him.

“I d-dunno how to thank you” the man stuttered out nervously.

“I’ve had extras placed in with your hygiene supplies,” Bruce rasped out, disguising his voice,

“The guards won’t give you trouble anymore, Nashton.”

As Bruce began to strut out of the dimly lit room, he heard a squeak from behind him,

turning back he gazed upon the Riddler, red faced and twitching.

“Are you um” he paused tapping out trans in morse code on the table top, “too?” Nashton asked unsure.

Bruce briefly looked Nashton in the eyes and gave him a singular, strong nod, and then turning on his heel, Bruce left the befuddled Nashton behind. Seeking to rid his mind of the conflicting thoughts he held about the man and focus on the places that he would visit tonight on his daily patrol of the city.

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If that's what you like, I'll do it (McDonald's Omegaverse)

On a typical morning Ronald would have sprung up from bed, pumped to start another great day at his favorite place, his work – McDonald’s. Usually, the sight of the golden arches would instantly brighten his day, but unfortunately not today.

Once a month Ronald’s rival, the Burger King, would strut into his place of employment, criticize the establishment in every possible regard, and leave without ordering anything– today was that day.

Surprisingly the less than amazing treatment was not what bothered Ronald, the alpha had dealt with tough customers day in and day out. No, the real issue was the self-proclaimed Burger King himself.

Ronald had always had a particularly strange relationship with his inner alpha, he had never felt the stereotypical need for an omega partner even during his rut cycle.

When some of his omega friends and coworkers had expressed how safe they felt around the clown because of this lack of typical pheromone-filled alpha behavior, Ronald could only beam with happiness knowing his friends could rely upon him. Despite all of this, Ronald was still incredibly proud of his alpha status regardless of the atypical behavior that he displayed.

In past years Ronald had a few crushes, mostly other alphas, but never had the ability to act on them. Being the primary spokesperson for the McDonalds’ corporation had left little time for his personal life, but after corporate had decided that taking a classier approach to their advertising would be more advantageous, Ronald had been taking things easy working regular shifts just like the good old days.

Sure, it hurt a bit that in the last few months his friend Grimace had gotten an entire promotional meal and Hamburglar had starred in a new commercial, with no new work in sight for Ronald, but friends supported each other, right?

The most intense of the aforementioned crushes, was unfortunately his business rival, the Burger King. Ronald couldn’t help but find everything about the man so incredibly attractive, he lived up to his name– a King.

King swaggered with such an air of confidence, the man’s voice rang with pure confidence, not to mention that Adonis body, it should be criminal to look that good; to put it plainly– Ronald had fallen hard.

Despite his deep affiliations with the McDonald’s corporation, the clown would do just about anything to kneel at his majesty’s feet–to be his good boy.

Deciding he couldn’t put it off any longer, Ronald shivered through the customary, monthly cold shower. Stepping out, Ronald applied his industrial grade scent blockers and patches, threw on his jumpsuit, and began his daily jaunt to his job.

Getting into the routine once he got work was a breeze, turning on all the equipment and beginning the first few drive through orders. The wafting smell of the Mcgriddles and the cheery pop music playing through the back speakers was enough to lift Ronald from his earlier funk – nearly forgetting about his predicament as the grill sizzled. Until that predicament slipped his way through the door around lunch, bringing something entirely unexpected.

Muffled through his headset Ronald heard an all too familiar voice exclaim:

“Ohhhh Ronnie?”

Ronald felt the butterflies fly through his stomach like tiny, winged terrors, King was here. And what was that smell?

Feeling his boner beginning to swell against the zipper of his jumpsuit, Ronald swiftly donned an apron and ran to the front to confront the man.

Right as Ronald felt his trademark smile gracing his face, it suddenly fell off. There was King, but this time he had brought a tag along –Wendy. Although the omega wasn’t a clown, Ronald always couldn’t help but feel as though Wendy had tried to capitalize on his personal success by stealing his look.

‘Didn’t the omega know to use blockers?’ Ronald’s thoughts buzzed. Sure, not every omega needed to use them, some had allergies or simply didn’t see a need for them, but as a professional wearing them was crucial to maintaining a safe work environment. Ronald was at least thankful that the strong scent the omega seemed to be intentionally pouring out was not an interesting one. But they seemed– attached?

“Hey King, what can I do for you?” Ronald started cheerfully, attempting a grin.

“Can I have frozen beef with pink slime please” Wendy snickered out, King chuckling along with her.

“Sorry we’re out of slime today, is there something else I could get you instead?” Ronald deadpanned.

As the two began throwing a barrage of puns and insults towards him- Ronald’s eyes wandered. Those chestnut eyes, the beefy pecs, and that bulge– oh he was lovin it. Ronald could feel his eyes glaze over and his face grow flush as the alpha’s covered but still heady scent hit him–

Suddenly white flashed across his vision-

‘Shit I didn’t jizz my pants, did I?’ Ronald thought panicking before looking up at Wendy’s gloved hands waving in his face.

“Uh Ronnie are you okay? You were…drooling a bit there?” King remarked feigning concern.

“Y-yea I’m fine, King. We’ve been having a bit of a rush the past few days with the Boo Buckets back in so…” Ronald stammered, lying through the skin of his teeth.

The excuse seemed to be a success though as the pair exchanged a few snide remarks about the Halloween promotional items, before promptly leaving the establishment. As they exited, King slid his arm across Wendy’s shoulder, which the red-haired omega reciprocated by leaning into the Burger King’s chest–

‘Were they TOGETHER? Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit’ Ronald spiraled, whimpering and sprinting away from the counter.

Knowing that he couldn’t just up and abandon his post, Ronald went back to prepping orders in the back, letting the sweet smell of his livelihood cheer him up.

After stealing a few chicken nuggets– what! He was stressed okay– Ronald decided to take a quick 15 to take care of the lingering problem in his pants. Sure, heartbreak should be enough to kill his boner but unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

Running into the staff bathroom Ronald dropped his jumpsuit and matching boxers and groaned as his thick, alpha cock bounced out. Running his hands up and down the shaft from tip to base, shivering slightly as he brushed against his swelling knot, Ronald pulled the discarded jumpsuit towards him. Bringing the fabric to his face, nose scrunching up when Wendy’s strong omega scent hit him and then focusing, breathing in deeper Ronald found it. King’s rich forest scent made his knot pulse hard, sending Ronald into a keening heap on the bathroom floor.

Despite having the other alpha’s musky scent surrounding him, no matter what Ronald tried he just couldn’t cum. Perhaps it was King’s nonverbal rejection earlier or the nagging reminder in the back of his head that his break had already lasted over 15 minutes and that he needed to get back to filling orders, but Ronald’s member was unrelenting, leaking precum everywhere but refusing him release.

In desperation Ronald tried something he’d seen in porn but had only tried on himself a handful of times. Taking one hand to keep stroking his rock-hard tool, Ronald placed the other behind himself and tentatively slid a finger in his hole. That was it, that’s what had been missing– Ronald’s body lit up not unlike the neon signs surrounding the building. One finger became two, and two became three as Ronald spread himself out in ecstasy. Slamming down on his fingers, the pleasure became too much for Ronald, cock bouncing forgotten in a pheromone drunk haze. Picturing King and revisiting today’s meeting in his mind was the breaking point as Ronald’s cum gushed all over himself and the rest of the staff bathroom.

Hearing a knock on the door, Ronald realized he must have either A. been in the bathroom way too long or B. must have made a great deal of noise.

Squeaking out a “I’ll be right out”, Ronald used the extra supplies from the cabinet to mop up the cum-covered floor and clean up his now stained uniform as much as possible. Thank goodness for the extra apron he brought with him specifically for emergencies like this.

Shuffling out of the now clean restroom, Ronald rejoined his coworkers and gleefully worked as if the pair had never shown earlier that day. As he packed up for the day though, leaving from the same door they had left from, the metal of the handle seemed to burn, sparking images in Ronald’s mind. Wishing with all his might that King would brush against him like that, yearning for the touch of the other alpha.

And the thoughts persisted- all night long. Finally, Ronald decided he had to do something before he drove himself mad. So, he turned to google.

‘How to get an alpha to like you if you’re an alpha? Alpha/Alpha relationship? Why do I react so strongly to alpha pheromones as an alpha?’ were just a few of the phrases the clown hastily googled.

The results of almost all of these questions, however, were completely irrelevant to Ronald. Most of the questions were posed by heteronormative alpha/alpha couples that were more widely accepted within general society.

After what seemed like hours of endless scrolling, he found the answer. Bitching. Of course, there wasn’t a way medically to transition from alpha to omega, but there was an intricate process that by the end should provide him with a gushing, omega-adjacent cunt and heat cycle. It would take months of direct ingestion of potent alpha spunk and more frequent stimulation of his hole, but for King, Ronald would do it all.

Naturally he couldn’t ask King to bitch him, the man would never accept such a proposal, especially with his new omega. Perusing through his contacts list he found a few close alphas that just might say yes- or at the very least not cause a scandal due to the nature of Ronald’s sordid offer.

Sending off a few cryptic messages, Ronald began to tremble, worrying about each possible outcome. A distant chime woke him from his stupor. Jack Box, responding with nothing else but an address?

‘He doesn't want me to come now, does he?!’ Ronald pondered.

Luckily Jack’s place wasn’t too far from his, so Ronald was able to make it there in under 30 minutes. Ringing the doorbell, he shifted from one foot to the other nervously, before he was roughly tugged through the door by his shirt collar. Pressed against the wall, Ronald moaned softly before flusteredly looking up into Jack’s eyes.

“You sure you wanna go through with this? Once it's done… it’s done Ron. No take backs.” Jack stated evenly showing little emotion.

Tomato faced and flustered beyond belief; Ronald nodded. Using his tie not unlike a leash, Jack led the clown into the living room before taking a seat on the couch. Without a word the alpha pulled down his zipper and pulled out a cock rivaling ones Ronald had seen in porn. Not wanting to waste any time, the redheaded alpha looked up into Jack’s eyes humbly asking for permission.

Although Ronald thought the alpha would give him some sort of verbal affirmation, Jack expressed his consent by grabbing Ronald roughly by the hair and moving his face closer so that Ronald would be inches away from his prize.

At first, Ronald tentatively gave the head a few kitten licks, experimenting as he’d never done this before. After his first taste of pre-cum though, Ron felt his thoughts haze and unhinge, as he tried to fit as much as he could down his throat, only successfully being able to take around 5 or so inches at first.

Feeling the constriction of his throat along with the hands pulling and tugging at his hair– Ronald was in heaven. Breathing in deeply through his nose, the clown pushed his throat down farther and farther until he could feel his lips were flush with the base. Groaning, Jack pushed his head down, keeping him there. Ronald panicked a bit, worried that his airway would be blocked for too long, but the slight lack of oxygen only seemed to fuel his spirits – and his boner.

Pulling him up, Jack allowed Ronald a moment of air before shoving him back down on the pristine alpha cock in front of him. Getting into the rhythm of having his throat utterly abused by the other man, was surprisingly easy and quite enjoyable. Moaning a bit around the member seemed to only spur Jack on more, quickening his pace. Ronald could feel himself teetering on the edge of orgasm with the barrage of sensations assaulting his body but refused to let himself go quite yet.

Looking up into Jack’s eyes while he whimpered around his cock seemed to do the trick as the alpha pushed his head down hard, pouring his hot cum down Ronald’s awaiting throat. Panting softly, Ronald looked up at the other alpha, and to his shock saw the man raise a hand towards him, slapping him clean across his face. The mix of shock, pain, and utter arousal was enough to make him cum hard- harder than Ronald ever had.

Vaguely Ronald could feel hands upon his body, shifting him up to the couch and pulling down his shorts. The feeling of cold lube hitting his insides was enough to shock him back from his post-nut haze, Ronald gazed over at Jack wordlessly asking him what was going on.

Jack pulled out a plug that conveniently looked similar to his face.

“For this to work you don’t just need daily doses of cum, Ron. You’ll also need to keep your hole nice and open for at least an hour or so each day, okay?” Jack asserted whilst running his fingers tips along Ronald’s entrance.

Nodding, Ronald groaned when he felt the alpha’s fingers enter him and prod around inside, readying him for his new toy. Relaxing into the touch, Ronald could feel his brain melting. As the whimpers and mewls grew in frequency Jack removed his finger and began to ease the toy inside of Ronald.

With the additional stretching the toy went in easier than Ronald would have thought but it still hurt a bit more than he was expecting. Once the toy finally popped in though, he was in pure ecstasy.

Once Ronald was filled, Jack began to explain how the next month or so would go, with Ronald either coming to him or another trusted person each day to guzzle their cum and completing his stretching each day. After a month or so had passed Ronald’s biology should adapt and the bitching process would be complete. As far as finding another trusted person, Jack suggested his good friend Arby or Colonel Sanders as a possible back up cum source.

Realizing that the clown was far too out of it to walk home, Jack dropped him back by his place and so the routine began. Every night Ronald would pop by Jack’s home after work, get his fill of the potent alpha cum and so on.

After the first week Jack had brought their mutual friend Arby along as well. The slip and slide of having both their cocks stuffed in his throat was a sensation like no other. In general, having Arby there made the sessions not just more pleasurable but also more informative; being able to learn what made both men tick, finding out the right buttons to press. It also helped that Ronald and Arby had been friends for a long time, giving the clown a sense of safety and comfort.

Near the last few days Ronald had noticed a few changes within himself. Before he found alpha scents attractive, but now they were nearly intoxicating, his own scent had changed slightly from its normal smokey smell to a more marshmallow-tinged campfire scent, his hole had begun slicking up to a certain degree, and he felt incredibly needy all the time. Ronald assumed that the increase in libido was likely due to the increase in bitching sessions rather than anything else, but regardless of its source Ronald was horny at nearly all hours. The clown had even started wearing his plug to work to keep himself from running off to the staff room during every slow time to get off.

Due to what was undoubtedly poor timing on his part, Ronald realized that the day following his last bitching session was King’s yearly charity gala. Although the event was technically for those affiliated with the Burger King restaurant, usually those from other competing restaurants would also show up as support. Ronald and the rest of the McDonalds crew would typically go to provide a sizable donation each year.

Jack had said that the process could take longer to complete and with no obvious heat symptoms, Ronald decided to continue with his plan to attend the event.

After coming back from a session at Jack’s, Ronald hopped into bed, throat hoarse and body sore. Never in his right mind would he have dreamed that he could take three cocks in his mouth at once, but with this bitching session’s newest addition, Colonel Sanders, he couldn’t help himself.

With flutters in his heart Ronald remembered that tomorrow would be his last bitching session. Attempting to quiet his anxious mind, the clown drifted off to sleep.

The first thing Ronald noticed when he woke up was the blinding pain in his lower half and how dreadfully hot it was in his apartment. Once he opened his eyes, however, Ronald gazed in utter shock at the state of his bed. Normally his sheets were a bright cheery yellow, but as of this morning they were now absolutely covered in what looked like blood?

Attempting to stand up he stumbled off the edge of the bed, fumbling when he found his knees were too weak to properly stand. As he grappled for his phone and was about to dial 911, Ronald felt it. Pulling his bloody boxers down, Ronald’s pulsing cock bounced out but there was something else there. Reaching behind his cock he felt it, a new hole?!

Ronald knew to expect this result once his bitching had finally set in but finally seeing the result of all his hard work pay off was better than he ever could have hoped. But having a new hole meant– that's why it seemed like it was so hot in here, a heat?!

Mind racing, Ronald attempted to remember what his omega coworkers had told him about their heats. Penetration usually helped right? Crawling over to the closet, Ronald pulled out the only dildo he owned, and positioned it under himself and attempted to slowly lower himself onto it; however, after the head and first few inches popped in the pleasure overwhelmed him and Ronald took the remaining bulk of the dildo in one go.

Mewing loudly, Ronald sat paralyzed by the massive member, it was as if he could feel the sheer bulk and weight of it throughout his entire being. Panting softly, Ronald let himself fall into his instincts. Grinding down on the dildo with what little strength he had left, seeing sparks every time it hit something within him. Attempting a small bounce, Ronald cried out as he hilted the dildo again, a mixture of slick and blood pouring from the new space between his legs. Although he found the movement of bouncing to be incredibly exhausting, it provided him with incredible pleasure and immense relief from the heat plaguing him. Continuing the motion over and over, mumbling King’s name between a chorus of whimpers, until Ronald gripped hard around the toy. The feeling of both his knot and his new cunt pulsing at the same time sent Ronald.

Waking up on the floor covered in cum, slick and blood; the haze of the heat had lifted to a degree. Though it was clumsy, Ronald regained his ability to stand. After gulping down some of the heat medicine he’d bought in the past week to prep, Ronald stripped the bed and began to scrub the blood from the carpet. In this new position, the clown could feel the cool air fluttering on his exposed holes.

Attempting to bite back the impending slew of what King might do if he found the clown in this particular position. Unfortunately for Ronald, by the time he’d finished with the carpet the next wave hit like a truck. Rushing to the closet, Ronald grabbed a few other toys and planted himself back in his bed. Alternating between bouncing hard on his dildo, using his wand vibrator around his new hole and his knot, and a combination of the two which he found to be utter perfection.

After a few hours the medicine began to kick in, though he was still utterly flustered and aching for it – Ronald was finally able to get a few things accomplished. Turns out getting slick out of literally anything was an impossible task. Even when the stains were gone, his sheets still smelled thoroughly of marshmallow and pure want.

But of course, Ronald had forgotten –tomorrow was King’s gala. Missing it without an explanation would create an even bigger rift between the two companies as well as the two men. Deciding he’d take the maximum dose of the emergency suppressants, Ronald made up his mind– he’d go no matter what. To support his company and to support his alpha.

The next morning, Ronald swallowed down the full dosage of the bitter suppressant medication and did all he could to mitigate the heat symptoms plaguing him. After giving himself a thorough fucking, the clown began to get ready. Usually, the Mcdonald’s corporation would meticulously pick out each team member’s outfit. Ronald as the spokesperson for the restaurant chain and as an alpha, would be assigned to wear a full tuxedo. Although wearing the tux wasn’t really his style, Ronald would always trust his superiors' decision– no matter how uncomfortable it may be for him.

This year, however, the corporation hired an entirely new design team. Madilyn, this year’s head designer had actually allowed Ronald input on his gala outfit. Together the two agreed on a more business casual look: a light-yellow sweater, khaki pants, and a fancy scarf that matched the Mcdonalds colors. Upon deciding it Ronald felt super happy, putting the outfit on however felt much different. Despite the chill lingering in the November air, Ronald felt like he was in a sauna. The scarf that initially seemed cute, fun, and sophisticated, only seemed to increase the heat of the sweltering outfit. Taking a deep breath and adjusting his curls, Ronald began his walk to his job where the Mcdonalds cast would then carpool to the event.

Upon his arrival, several of his friends as well as the design team seemed pleased with Ronald’s change of look. Trying to keep his anxiety down, Ronald conversed with Grimace about the upcoming launch of the next adult happy meal. Since Grimace had been a key player in the production of the new promotional item, the conversation took up just enough time for everyone else to arrive.

In the van, the butterflies in his stomach had moved from fluttering about to WWII style dogfighting. Ronald tried to keep his mind on the gentle rocking of the vehicle; breathing in 1-2-3, hold 1-2-3, breathing out 1-2-3. – and before he knew it they’d arrived.

Knees shaking, Ronald stepped out of the van and quickly adjusted his outfit before following his colleagues into the event venue. Despite the fact that the charity gala was presented by the Burger King corporation, the King himself was currently absent.

During these kinds of events, Ronald usually strayed away from his co-workers and attempted to make connections with some of the other guests. This time seemed– different.. Instead of friendly glances from the other guests, he felt their eyes glued to him. The looks seemed almost predatory?

Finding a less crowded corner Ronald wandered to the edge of the venue, bobbing his head to the music and easing into his surroundings. For a moment, Ronald felt the surge of panic ease. That was until something hard pressed up behind him.

“Heey Ron,” someone whispered into the shell of his ear, “I always thought you were hot but, God the corporation’s done a good job keeping your status a secret all this time. Hn such a good smelling omega, I can almost taste you” the man breathed out while grinding his less than average sized bulge against him.

Without glancing behind him, Ronald stepped out from the man’s reach and began speedily running towards a neighboring hallway.

Undeterred by Ronald’s wordless rejection, the man which he could now see wearing a less than fashionable gray suit jacket with the white castle logo embroidered on the pocket continued to follow him. With a sudden burst of speed, the man caught up to Ronald, pushing him against a wall. As the man kissed and bit up his neck, Ronald felt anger rush through him.

Relying entirely upon his instincts, Ronald McDonald slammed his knee into the man’s crotch and once he had created a bit of distance between himself and the grotesque alpha, he crashed his fist into the man’s face. As the man fell to the ground, knocked out by Ronald’s punch, Ronald fled the corridor and crumpled to the ground, shaking.

After a while of whimpering and sobbing on the shiny tile of the employees only hallway, a familiar scent entered the room.

“Bud, what’s wrong? Did something happen, Ronald?” uttered Arby, his voice laced with concern.

“I-i went into h-heat early a-aand,” Ronald hiccuped “ n-now all the a-a-alphas here a-are uuhm a-acting weird and I d-don’t know what I sh-should doo?” he cried.

Noticing the blood on Ronald’s knuckles, Arby’s voice grew heated.

“I’ve known you for my whole life, you can’t hurt a fly. Where is he, Ronald?”

“D-down the hall, p-passed out. He t-touched me and wouldn’t let me get away. K-knocked him out. I’m so sorry A-arby.” Ronald looked up towards the cowboy, his eyes filled with tears.

From there Arby found security who ushered the man out. Returning to Ronald, Arby began to scent the clown while petting his hair. After a while the clown was able to settle down a bit, coming back to himself.

“Why don’t we go see Jack? We’ll keep you safe okay, Ronald?” Arby stated soothingly.

Ronald nodded softly, rubbing the tears out of his eyes and fixing his scarf.

Once the pair arrived back at the main event room, the alphas that had been eyeing him earlier, glanced away fast as soon as they saw the cowboy following straight behind him. With the presence of some familiar faces, Ronald was able to settle back into his own skin, even joining in the conversation every now and again.

The time then came for the Mcdonald's team to present the comically large check to King. Gathering himself, Ronald waved goodbye to his friends and joined his coworkers.

The actual handoff went well, with cheers and cameras flashing to commemorate the occasion. After the exchange, Ronald began to head back to the table with his friends, but not before a hand landed on his shoulder.

Flinching, Ronald spun around only to find King, of course Wendy was still in tow.

“Ronnie, are you alright?” King questioned with concern. It was at this moment that Ronald’s heat decided to resurface just slightly, slick dripping out of him. His face blushing both from the heat and the embarrassment.

“Ah yea King, I’m fine. I-i hope that the Gala’s been going well?” Ronald stuttered out.

“Wellll, the gala’s been going great for me! Being able to hang out with my big, strong alpha” Wendy interrupted. The couple smiled and gave each other a cheesy, lovestruck look.

In an instant Ronald felt like he wasn’t in his body, like someone else was in control. He could feel his mind going fuzzy– Ronald tried to say something, anything but nothing would come out. Minutes passed and the couple looked at him waiting for him to react, to say or do something, but he couldn’t, his body had burnt out.

“Ronnie? Ronnie?” King waved his hands in front of Ronald’s face with no response, “Wendy do you smell that?”

“That’s not me, King. Marshmallow? But who could that be?” Wendy stated annoyed, looking around the venue.

Noticing the commotion surrounding the clown, Arby strode over:

“Howdy King, Wendy,” he said briefly before addressing the problem, “Ronald, it’s Arby. You okay,

pal?”

Arby’s familiar scent helped a bit, easing Ronald back into his surroundings a bit.

“Hurts. Please. Go now?” Ronald said softly, holding back tears.

The statement only seemed to fill King with confusion, but a look of recognition passed over Wendy's Face.

Barreling towards him, Ronald braced for impact but found none? A pair of warm arms surrounded him covering him, scenting him.

“Ron, when’d it happen?” she said quietly, still holding him very gently.

“Y-yesterday” he murmured, tears openly spilling down his cheeks.

“Me and King were just kidding. We thought maybe King having an omega would encourage you

To find someone. It was all fake, Ronald it's okay.” She said comfortingly.

“Y-you mean it?” Ronald looked up at her incredulously.

Wendy nodded, “Besides, us omegas have to stay together right, Ronald?”

With the mention of his new status, King’s head whipped around.

“R-ronnie you’re an omega? Were you always an omega or uhm” King uttered, blushing furiously.

Ronald shook his head, “It’s uhm a recent development,” the clown paused bashfully and began again, “What I’m trying to say is that uhm I’ve had feelings for you for a long time King, a-and seeing you with someone made me realize t-that I had to do something before it was too late.” Without a word, King snatched Ronald from Wendy’s arms and held him close. With the scorching feeling of rejection gone and his alpha’s scent surrounding him, Ronald’s heat resurfaced fast as a feeling of bliss filled him.

“Wendy, I believe you wouldn’t mind closing up the gala?” King said, his voice dipping lower than usual.

“I think I can handle it, King,” Wendy smirked.

Hoisting him up, King carried Ronald away from the venue, placing him in the passenger side of his car. With his heat addled brain, the car ride passed by quickly, sooner than later King pulled up into the driveway.

Carrying Ronald over his shoulder, King jingled the door open and placed Ronald softly onto his bed.

“Was all that back there true Ronnie?” King asked, unsure. Ronald flushed and nodded.

“I wish I’d known sooner, Ronnie. At first, I thought you were only interested in omegas, but after a while of seeing you without a partner I just assumed it wasn’t a priority for you.” King paused for a second, lost in thought, “I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you Ronald. You have this wonderful way of lighting up a room, i-it’s – I’ve always thought you were so very special. I’m sorry that you felt like you had to change yourself for me, I should have made my intentions clearer from the start, my love.”

“Y-you don’t like the changes then?” Ronald stated a bit perplexed.

“Welllll… I’d like to inspect them myself if you know what I mean,” King mused, “but in truth Ronald whether you’re an alpha or an omega or somewhere in-between, I will always love you and I will always want you.”

Feeling a bit brave, Ronald crept up into the alpha’s lap and kissed him softly. Looking up into those chestnut eyes, Ronald felt at home in the other man’s aura.

Moving closer to the fast-food monarch, Ronald accidentally brushed against the other man’s cock, causing King to buck up into him. Crying out, Ronald ground his member against King’s seeking any kind of friction. Before Ronald could fall even more into his heat driven instincts, King placed his hands on Ronald’s hips stilling them.

“If we do this Ronald– you’ll be mine. Do you still want to go through with this?” King asked assertively.

“Yes, your majesty,” Ronald replied with a bit of sass.

Immediately their positions flipped with King caging him in. Piece by piece the alpha’s clothes fell– Ronald’s soon followed, his scarf and sweater joining King’s coat on the floor. Placing his hands on King’s chest Ronald attempted to switch their positions with little success.

“Wanna make you feel good, King” Ronald whined.

“No way Ronnie, you’re in heat. I want to take you apart and put you back together again piece by piece. Let me take care of my omega.” King uttered in a low voice.

With little reprieve, King took their cocks and stroked them together. Mewling from the blazing pleasure, toes curling, Ronald felt the need to grab onto something- anything. That something just happened to be King’s pecs.

Ronald had spent hours getting off to what King’s juicy pecs might feel like, but nothing compared to the real thing. Playing with them, pinching them, licking them; the combination of being able to play with King’s gorgeous muscles and having his cock played with was almost too much for him.

“Nngh why’d they give such a subby boy such a big cock huh? Just ngh pretty to look at hmmm? Just for me to tease?” King spoke gutturally.

“K-king I wanna cum with you inside me please. G-gonna cu-uhm-m if you keep it up,”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, love. Cum for me, Ronnie”

Wrapping a hand around his knot, King squeezed Ronald’s cock hard. Ronald’s back bowed slightly, as thick ropes of cum poured out of the clown.

“And here I thought the ice cream machine was broken.” King said a mixture of mirth and arousal tinting his voice.

Giving him little time to recover, King placed two fingers near Ronald’s lips. Trying his best to impress King, Ronald took King’s fingers suckling and nipping them.

Once the monarch’s fingers were sufficiently coated with Ronald’s glossy spit, King initially pressed one into the other man slowly. Thrusting it back and forth, each whimper increasing the intensity. Once King deemed that Ronald was sufficiently stretched and slicked up, the fingers were withdrawn – replaced by something much heavier pressing against his entrance. Though Ronald expected to be floored by the sensation, there was only hesitation?

Looking up into the King’s eyes, he began to beg, “Alpha, your majesty, p-please let me have your massive c-cock please? Knot me!”

With a twinge of embarrassment fueling his desperate need, Ronald sunk deeper into his heat. But that wasn’t the only thing sinking into heat, at that moment King popped the head of his member deep in Ronald.

Squirming, Ronald tried to push as much of that juicy alpha dick in him as possible. Although the head alone felt like pure bliss, Ronald felt insatiable, wanting more and more until the sensation was too much and he unraveled.

Noticing Ronald’s determination, King chuckled lightly and stuffed the man full in one thrust.

For King the tight muscle surrounding his cock burned, making the urge to ragdoll the clown in front of him nearly unbearable.

For Ronald however, the feeling of being so full was overwhelming, he could feel it in every speck of his being.

With both parties deeply incensed with the need to breed, the slow passionate night King planned felt out the window.

In an instant King hoisted Ronald’s legs atop his shoulders and began to jack rabbit into the clown below him. Each thrust came with a siege of whines and breathy moans from Ronald, as well as a cacophony of squelches coming from the torrent of slick pouring from Ronald’s hole.

The soft kisses that Ronald had fantasized about, turned animalistic as teeth mashed and a barrage of purple welts appeared on their skin.

Gripping Ronald’s red curls tight, King thrusted up hard into him, pressing a spot that made Ronald see stars, the bed rocking into the wall hard. With each pass of the head across his opening, Ronald could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge.

“Hah King, gonna cum, alpha cum please?” Ronald groaned.

“Cum Ronald, cum my omega, cum for your majesty,” King commanded in between thrusts so hard it felt like King’s dick was punching his insides. That drywall behind the bed frame was definitely going to need to be replaced.

Clenching down like a vice, Ronald spasmed around the Burger King’s thick man meat, seeing white and cumming harder than he’d had in his entire life.

The alpha’s knot caught and instantaneously Ronald felt the flood of cum pour into his insides, filling him to the brim.

In the heat of the moment Ronald, running on pure instinct, turned his neck to the side and within seconds a sharp pain filled his scent gland.

Although he’d heard about the phenomena of mate marking before, Ronald didn’t quite expect to be cumming again from the blinding sensation, milking the alpha’s knot.

Feeling blanketed in the safe and calming sensations of being filled, Ronald McDonald let himself fall into a haze of sleep knowing this was just the beginning, and oh was he lovin’ it.

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