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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.

He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!

As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.

Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.

The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.

He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.

Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”

Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.

Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”

His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.

Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.

He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!

As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.

Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.

The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.

He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.

Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”

Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

@techiehux

His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.

He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!

As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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Techie’s smile stretches wider than is convincing, wrapping an arm protectively around his omega’s shoulders. “Yes. I’ll… keep your advice in mind. Do you know where I can buy a collar for him?” The slaver offers Techie a choice of seemingly endless collars, and Techie motions for Dopheld to choose one while he transfers the credits to pay for the enslaved omegas. 

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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Techie huffs at the slaver, eyes narrowed, assuming his tough-as-nails Alpha persona built specifically for his missions. “That’s my omega you’re eyeing up like a piece of meat,” he growls, speaking slowly and deep to mask the effort it takes to tame his stutter. The slaver rolls his eyes and gestures towards the line-up:

Five terrified Omegas waiting to be snatched up by some ruthless, cruel alpha who cares nothing about them. They’ll be treated like nothing but toys for the rest of their lives unless they’re freed!

Techie nudges Dopheld. “Pick one for yourself, sweetheart.” It makes him physically sick to take on this role, but it’s necessary.

Mitaka hums and leans lightly against Techie as he pretends to appraise the slaves but secretly just wanting to be closer to his alpha. “How about this one?” He says gesturing to one of the slaves.

It was a slight young woman with fearful brown eyes, who nearly choked on her spit when Mitaka singled her out. “Good choice,” Techie agrees, wrapping an around around his waist. “Now, for me…” 

He watches each remaining slave, heart aching for them. How he wishes he could free them all! But by exercising caution now, Techie could go on and free even more people later without the sharp eyes of suspicion on his back.

“I like this one!” The omega he chooses is a big, tall man with tattoos all over him. He’s far from a stereotypical omega, and Techie feels a surge of kinship. He’s far from a stereotypical alpha, as well.

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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Techie huffs at the slaver, eyes narrowed, assuming his tough-as-nails Alpha persona built specifically for his missions. “That’s my omega you’re eyeing up like a piece of meat,” he growls, speaking slowly and deep to mask the effort it takes to tame his stutter. The slaver rolls his eyes and gestures towards the line-up:

Five terrified Omegas waiting to be snatched up by some ruthless, cruel alpha who cares nothing about them. They’ll be treated like nothing but toys for the rest of their lives unless they’re freed!

Techie nudges Dopheld. “Pick one for yourself, sweetheart.” It makes him physically sick to take on this role, but it’s necessary.

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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The silence that follows is peaceful. Techie gazes out into the wide expanse of stars and feels his heart beat slow, grow steady. After a few minutes, his knot goes down and he manages to gently slip Dopheld off without waking him. While he’s tempted to doze off as well, Techie keeps his eyes trained on the skies, and the rest of their flight passes without incident. 

Mitaka wakes up when the plane lands. He makes a quiet noise and nuzzles into his neck.

With soft shakes, Techie assures that Dopheld is awake and then retrieves their things before taking his hand.

“You can come w-with me, if you want. But you’ll stay close and p-pretend to be a buyer, alr-right?”