"Thor come with me." Fandral begged his king. Odin had passed away just last year and Thor had ascended to the throne thereafter as the only heir.

"For me to attend would be tantamount to condoning such auctions. As King you know I cannot go." Thor said. While slavery did not officially exist in Asgard it was common practice for poor desperate peasants to sell off their omega children for a high price to a concubine trader. As the rarest and most fertile of mates among the Aesir, any destitute family lucky enough to have one born into the family saw them as a means to lift them up out of poverty. Unfortunately for the children it often meant a lifetime of sexual slavery to a nobleman birthing babies as a show of status and wealth. Sure the nobles would often dress their concubines in the finest fabrics and jewels, but in the evenings the other side of things came out. The one where the nobles invited their friends to come to their homes and watch their omega perform all manner of sexually humiliating acts before an audience. Not all nobles did that. Some were even kind enough to let their omegas get a formal education, but most saw them as breeding vessels. It was only omegas born to the noble classes that were treated with the respect their title afforded them.

"Then don't come dressed as the King. Wear a cowl and keep your head covered. We'll sit in a corner of the hall and watch the stage. If none of the omegas are to your liking, you can always pay the matron for some alone time with one of the whores upstairs."

"Fandral…" Thor protested.

"An omega would sate your carnal needs and ensure that the line of succession doesn't hang on the shoulders of a single heir."

"And what of my future wife? Whoever I marry will have to suffer a lifetime of jealousy towards a bed slave, and I would have heirs from two different mothers competing for the throne. My father never took on a concubine because he loved my mother and knew that such family divisions would lead to civil war. I cannot risk it."

"Then don't breed your omega, just fuck it. The healers have all kinds of potions to prevent pregnancy. Really Thor, you have no excuse. When the time comes you can give your omega its freedom and let it retire in a nice little cottage in a farming village somewhere."

"I…I shouldn't."

"You're lonely and you need company more congenial than mine. You have plenty of friends for fighting, sparring and drinking, but no one soft and affectionate to whom you can share your burdens. You need a wife, but until she shows up you need to get a bed mate. There is no rule that you have to keep them bound to you for the rest of their life."

"Fandral, even I cannot control the heart of another. You know if an omega forms an emotional attachment to me the bond will be lifelong. Even if I free it from my service it would still have need of me. Separating it from me would be a terrible cruelty."

"Better that than sucking 50 dicks a day like the beta and alpha whores do. Just don't be too nice to it and you won't have any problems. Come on Thor, come with me. I miss having you out in the pub with me. You haven't had any fun since you've been crowned."

"I…I'm…I'm out of excuses." Thor said, making Fandral beam a shiny smile. "I'm going to regret this."

Thor went to his chambers and donned a black cloak with a hood. He boarded a carriage with Fandral and headed off to Golden Elk Hall. The Golden Elk was a club of sorts for Asgard's nobles. While Thor had no intention of showing his face to the crowd, he had no doubt the purveyors of the establishment would recognize their King. They would also notice his state of dress and keep their mouths shut.

Tonight was the omega auction, held only once a year. Some years there were as many as five omegas for sale, but last year there were only two. In fact, last year had been somewhat scandalous as one of the nobles, Lord Selvig had fallen on hard times due to his rampant gambling and bad investments. He'd put his own daughter up for auction and she'd been sold to Lord Northman, a weasel of a man. She'd fetched a fair price to be sure, but Lord Selvig doesn't come to the Golden Elk anymore. How could he, when stories about her performances at his home were so colorful and popular?

Thor and Fandral took their seats at a table in the back, each ordering a mug of ale and a plate of meat before the show began. The matron always had the upstairs whores do an enticing dance to get the blood pumping before the main event. Women, mostly betas with a few alphas gyrated their hips suggestively as a drum beat behind them. Omegas were too valuable to be whored out in such a manner, and also considered too sacred to let their wombs go vacant of children merely for carnal pleasure.

"Good evening my lords. The auction will begin shortly, and this year the supply of omegas has been so sparse that I have only one, just one omega up for bids tonight." The man announced. A surprised hush fell over the crowd.

"It is a male. Twenty years of age. His hair is like the raven and his skin like fresh cream. His eyes sparkle like emeralds, but it is his movements that will captivate you. He has all the lovely hallmarks of a beautiful male omega and his scent is the most alluring I have encountered in a thousand years." He said. Various members of the crowd shouted, "Get on with it!" at the auctioneer.

"Gentlemen of the club, I present to you, the only omega for sale this year, Loki of Asgard!" The auctioneer pulled the curtain back and a wave off omega scent flooded the hall. No doubt the poor man had his heat induced to entice higher bids from the crowd. The boy was almost naked, wearing only a black loincloth to hide his genitalia. That didn't hide the river of slick oozing between his thighs, however. Though tall and skinny, every inch of muscle on his body was toned from a lifetime of hard manual labor. His whole body glimmered with sweat and he trembled from the fever.

The intoxicating aroma hit Thor like a punch in the face and his inner Alpha roared in demand. Loki's shoulder length hair was wet and plastered to his damp skin and his frightened doe eyes looked out at the crowd, hoping for a merciful master. Bids came pouring in.

"200 gold coins!"

"500 gold coins!"

"550!" Yelled Lord Northman. The man already owned two omegas and has 19 children to date.

"600!" Lord Behur yelled, a portly ugly man who had all the kindness of a toad.

"2000 gold coins!" Thor bellowed. He was on his feet and everyone in the room turned to look at him. Cursing himself and his own damned Alpha instinct he removed his hood to expose his face. The men around him gasped.

"Sold, to his majesty the King for 2000 gold coins." The auctioneer stuttered. Thor charged forward to the front of the hall. He climbed up the steps to the stage and swept Loki up into his arms.

"You can obtain payment on the morrow with the palace treasurer." Thor said in a stern voice.

"Yes my King." The auctioneer swallowed hard, fearing incarceration.

"You will ensure his family is well compensated." Thor ordered. Loki curled up in Thor's arms like a cat, nuzzling Thor's neck for its powerful scent gland. He was shivering from the fever and was in need of medical attention. Inducing a heat in one so young can be dangerous and Thor could tell the boy was not old enough yet to breed.

"Yes my King." Thor left the stage and the club, climbing into the carriage with his new charge, and leaving Fandral dumbfounded and alone back at their table inside. Thor pulled off his cape and wrapped Loki in it like a newborn babe. Loki looked up at his King with assessing eyes.

"Do not fear little one, I will not harm you." Thor said, cupping Loki's cheek. Loki whimpered from the sweet tingling the gentle touch induced. His cock was hard and leaking and he desperately wanted to be filled, or at least that was what his body demanded. Inside Loki was terrified of Thor. He's the King and should he be cruel, there is no higher authority for him which he can appeal to for humane treatment. Loki's mind was calculating. Of all the nobles in Asgard, it is the King himself Loki must appease.

The carriage hit a bump in the road causing Thor and Loki to jostle against one another. Thor's forearm brushed against Loki's cock and he cried out in need. Thor knew what the poor boy needed to bring the fever down. He needed release.

"Shh, it's alright little one. Your fever is too high. I need to help you." Thor reached under the cloak and Loki's loin cloth to feel Loki's undercarriage. Loki keened when Thor's finger brushed his cock and scrotum, but it was Loki's back entrance that needed attention. Thor inserted two calloused fingers easily into the wet gaping opening. Loki screamed and his back arched up, practically bending his whole body in half over Thor's lap before going limp. He whimpered.

"I know little one. I know." Thor comforted him. Loki's heat glands were engorged with too much slick, a side effect of the drugs. Thor used his fingers to massage the glands and give Loki the pleasure he needed to climax. With the pop of each bubble, more of Loki's sweet omega scent squirted out of his entrance, drenching Thor's hand. It took all of the King's willpower not to mount his lovely prize and ride him to oblivion.

Loki was moaning with loud wanton abandon and he screamed once again when he climaxed, dampening the front of his loin cloth. He came from only anal stimulation, the epitome of the omega ideal.

"I knew I should have stayed home."