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It is a very old custom for Omegas to get their pussies snipped for the Alpha they are being courted by prior to mating.
It is a ceremonial occasion to demonstrate to their future partner that they will be good and obedient, and will not stray or leave.
It is believed that a snipped Omega will not be prone to fooling around with other Alphas, will remain chaste and obedient in the home, and will be more receptive to being bred by their Alpha, accepting their knot submissively with no regard for their own selfish pleasure.
Some research would suggest that the fertility rate of Omegas who have been ‘fixed’ in this way goes up, too, as their bodies are forced to remain at the height of heat for longer, because the hormone production does not get curbed by easily achievable orgasms.
As the custom goes, prior to an official mating ceremony, the Omega should have their clit and inner labia removed (removing more would alter the aesthetically pleasing appearance of the area). These are then placed into a luxurious little box that will be presented to the Alpha as an engagement gift, as a token of the Omega's devotion.
The future in-laws usually oversee the procedure to make sure that everything is carried out to their satisfaction.
No pain relief is administered, as this is considered a part of the 'tribute' to one's future Alpha.
Sometimes, other adjustments can be made according to preference - some families like to have their new Omegas' holes cut and stitched up tighter, so that they can be torn open upon consummation of the mating. Sometimes, this is repeated many times over a longer period of time in a lengthy process to ensure that the Omega's hole heals in the exact best shape to accommodate their new Alpha's cock and knot, to further ensure that they will not stray, as intercourse with a different Alpha may cause injury.
Some families prefer the less time-consuming option of having the Omega's remaining outer labia pierced to allow for locking them shut, in which case a key to the lock is often presented to their Alpha in the ceremonial box along with the removed parts.
These days, these once common customs are considered a little old-fashioned, and Omega advocacy groups have been calling for their abolition on account of being considered too cruel. Many young Alphas do not require their Omegas to present them with this kind of engagement gift anymore.
This practice is, however, alive and well and still very popular among more conservative families that value tradition.
Touya Todoroki would never insist that his mate-to-be, Tenko, whom he's been courting for quite a while, have this done.
Unfortunately, Enji Todoroki, the head of the powerful Todoroki family, would never allow any of his sons to mate with an Omega who hasn't been fixed, and thus hasn't demonstrated their absolute devotion to the Todoroki family and to bringing forth more Todoroki children.
And, as such, if Tenko wishes to mate with the man he has come to love very much, he really has no choice in this matter.
...
The air is cold on Tenko’s skin when he gets out of Enji Todoroki’s car in the parking lot of a private clinic that his future father-in-law has selected for his fixing . Apparently it is a family doctor’s practice, or something. He insisted that his chauffeur drive them. Touya hasn’t been informed when and where Tenko’s fixing might take place, on account that he might try to interfere, or so his father says.
Tenko’s eyes remain cast down as Enji leads him into the building.
The door closes behind him with a strange sense of definitiveness, shutting out the cold air from the outside.
“This way, boy, hurry up,” Enji grumbles as he waits for Tenko to catch up with him, leading him down a long corridor to another door. This time it reveals a small waiting room with cushioned couches.
“Ah, Todoroki-san!” a chipper-sounding secretary exclaims from behind a counter in the corner of the room.
“An appointment for your Omega at four, right? You can go right on in, everything is ready. The doctor will see you.”
Somehow, the overly cheerful demeanor of the secretary is… revolting, almost.
“You’ve brought your box, darling?”
Tenko nods, still staring at the floor. It’s the only time anyone’s asked him anything since he’d gotten into Enji’s car earlier.
“Perfect. We wouldn’t want you forgetting that. Have you peed?”
“Whah...?”
Tenko must look incredibly confused by the question (which he is), because the lady just shakes her head with a disgustingly sweet smile that goes with her annoyingly sweet voice, and points to a door to her right.
“You should use the restroom right before your appointment… Probably best you go try again even if you have, hm? We wouldn’t want any disruptions to your appointment… and you’ll appreciate it after.”
Her unwavering smile stays on.
Tenko shoots an anxious glance to Enji - they were just told that they can just go in, is this really something he should be doing? But Enji just rolls his eyes and shoos him off with an annoyed gesture.
“Fine, but hurry up.”
Tenko still hesitates; his eyes dart between the restroom door and Enji’s face for a few seconds, but in the end he does jog over to it, willing himself not to stall once he’s in there, because all that his entire being wants to do is delay the inevitable for even just a couple more minutes.
“The door right over there. Go on in,” the receptionist hums once he emerges, gesturing towards the office.
But Enji has already made his way over there and into the doctor’s office; Tenko has to run after him to keep up.
“Welcome, Todoroki-san! ...And that must be Tenko.”
The doctor is male, small in stature, with a bushy mustache and not a single hair on his head, and very thick glasses on his face… that’s as much as Tenko manages to catch in a quick glance.
“A rather fine one you’ve got there… shame about the face,” he continues, not bothering to introduce himself to Tenko. Daruma Ujiko, his name tag says. Not that it matters.
“Touya’s insisting on this one,” Enji replies. “I gave permission only if proper procedures are followed.”
“Of course, of course. We’ll do our best. I might even see if we can get that skin condition treated later if you’d like to get him looking presentable ...You may put your things over there, Tenko-kun.”
Tenko jolts a bit.
He was kind of zoning out, trying not to pay attention to being talked about like he’s an object being traded… one would think he’d have gotten used to that by now. His eczema carries a risk of being inherited by any children he might have; it brings down his value a lot, he’s aware of this. It really is a miracle that Enji Todoroki is even allowing this. Tenko has been trying his best not to be difficult.
“Everything below the waist,” the doctor clarifies.
“Yes sir,” Tenko mumbles, still looking down, his voice growing rather pathetically shaky.
He shuffles over to a chair in the corner while the two continue talking. There is no privacy curtain in sight. He sets down his bag, unties his shoes and neatly arranges them next to the wall.
He unbuttons his pants, and once he steps out of them, he folds them carefully, depositing them on the chair.
“Move it, boy,” Enji orders sharply from behind him. “We don’t have all day.”
...He may have been stalling a little bit.
Biting his lip, Tenko hooks his fingers in his underwear, pulling it down his legs and stepping out of it.
“Come over here. Bring your box,” the doctor says.
Tenko fishes it out of his bag. It’s an expensive-looking black box, with Touya’s name engraved on it in pretty silver letters. The inside is made of soft blue velvet - it has been custom made for this occasion, just as tradition dictates.
When he shuffles over, he’s clutching the box against his chest with one hand, his other one pulling his sweater down in a shaky attempt to cover himself up a little bit, though it is barely working.
“You can put it over here… Get in the chair now. Todoroki-san, feel free to sit down, unless you’d like to see everything up close.”
“I’ll stand.”
“Very well.”
The chair in question is a massive posable thing with leg stirrups and a number of leather straps attached in multiple places - Tenko cannot describe it as anything other than a torture device . Nevertheless, he puts the pretty little box down on top of a nearby metal table as instructed, then climbs up onto the chair, trying not to look at anyone or anything, and trying not to shake too much.
“Legs up.”
Tenko obliges, though he does so without looking, his gaze fixed somewhere on a wall. He tries to sort of cover himself up still, though he’s painfully aware that everybody has a good view of his privates now.
The doctor moves swiftly around the chair to begin fastening the various straps around it.
Tenko’s arms are bound tightly to the armrests, and two more straps are tightened around his chest and stomach, pinning him against the chair.
The last ones to be tightened are the straps binding his legs into the stirrups in multiple places, around his calves, ankles and thighs, immobilizing him completely.
“There we go,” the doctor exclaims cheerfully, as if he hadn’t just finished tying Tenko up tightly so that he can do horrible things to him without any resistance.
The stirrups are adjustable - as the doctor takes a seat between Tenko’s legs, he pushes them so wide apart that it makes Tenko’s hips hurt - the mechanism locks in place, trapping Tenko’s legs in a wide open position.
His pussy would normally be hidden in a tuft of soft and fluffy white hair, affording him at least some coverage, but as per Enji’s demands, he’d thoroughly shaved everything the night before save for a little bit of trimmed hair atop his mound, so there’s nothing hiding his pretty pink slit. His clit, a little larger and longer than those of female Omegas, peeks out from between his folds just slightly.
Tenko yelps when gloved fingers suddenly make contact with him, spreading his pussy open in a manner he can’t describe as anything other than incredibly violating. He braces for pain, but… nothing happens. He can feel an intent gaze boring into him, but that’s all.
Still, the feeling of violation is bringing tears to the corners of his eyes.
“So, I assume we’ll be clearing everything out as is customary… Will we be adding any extra chastity precautions?” Two fingers spread open his inner lips to expose his hole. “Maybe a vaginal reduction as a setup for reshaping?”
Tenko tries not to whimper.
“Just do a basic lock. I’m not spending months on this one just to get his cunt reshaped.”
... Touya wouldn’t stand for that anyway , Tenko thinks.
“Very well. Let’s start with that, then, that’s a quick and easy job and will make things easier down the line...”
Nobody’s talking to Tenko. It’s like he isn’t even there. He doesn’t get to choose what happens to his body.
The doctor rummages through things for a while, metal tools clattering about.
Tenko’s gritting his teeth, not knowing when to expect pain. He doesn’t want to look, he really thinks that he’s better off not knowing, but…
“There we go. These will do nicely. They tend to be better than simple hoops. More permanent.”
The doctor grabs one of Tenko’s lips, pulling it outward - he swabs both sides of it with alcohol, then presses something against it, and…
“.....NGH….!!”
Tenko’s eyes widen, his head snapping back against the chair as searing pain rips through his flesh.
There’s something still stuck in his skin when the doctor pulls back whatever tool he had.
In a haze of pain, Tenko looks down against his better judgment just as the doctor lines the tool up again,... then clamps it down on his pussy lip.
“NGHHHH-....!!!”
Tenko jolts in the restraints, his entire body tensing up. It’s no use. The stapler-like tool punches out a round hole in his flesh, pushing through a little ring of metal, flattening it outwards on the other side to affix it in place.
Like a cookie cutter , Tenko thinks, the words flashing briefly through his mind.
… Like holes for shoelaces .
There’s already one hole just like it higher up.
There’s no use saying anything - this is how it goes. The Alpha’s family decides on what the Omega will have done. He could change his mind, decide that he can’t do this after all, and back out before it’s too late… but if he refuses to get the full procedure, if it isn’t to Enji Todoroki’s satisfaction, Touya will not be able to officially claim him and mate with him…
And Tenko can’t accept that. He has to do this. For Touya’s sake.
So he simply grits his teeth and watches as the doctor punches hole after hole through his pussy lips, until there are three on either side, evenly spaced out, six in total.
Enough for a nice and tight locking mechanism.
By the time the doctor puts the devilish hole puncher down, Tenko is panting heavily, his cheeks wet with tears he didn’t even notice were running down his face. His pussy’s throbbing in pain as the doctor looks everything over to admire his work.
“There we go. These won’t go anywhere. It’s much better than just piercing in hoops and threading a lock through those; sometimes the Omegas take them out themselves. Threading the lock directly through the flesh ensures that everything stays locked up until your son is ready to use him.”
Without missing a beat, the doctor pulls out a roll of medical tape and begins to tape Tenko’s abused lips open with quiet efficiency. Each movement tugs at the punctured flesh in a way that’s making Tenko whimper softly, to the obvious dismay of Enji, looming over the doctor’s shoulder in the corner and watching the entire process.
“Do you have a custom lock and key for him or would you like to purchase a standard one?” “Just put in something heavy duty. I’ll have him fitted for a custom one after the engagement.”
The doctor’s fingers poke and prod at Tenko’s pussy, pulling and nudging things around. Equipment is reshuffled - a small table with a container full of gauze is pulled up from underneath the chair.
A metal tool grips one of Tenko’s inner folds; the doctor pulls at it, studying the spot where it attaches to his hole before grabbing a swab and rubbing alcohol over the whole area again. Tenko braces himself.
It’s okay. He’ll be brave. He’s already gone through having holes punched out of his folds; this will all be over soon…
He still whimpers in fear when the doctor lifts a pair of surgical scissors, bringing them up to his flesh. He squirms in the tight straps, but there is no way to escape. Nobody says a single word to him.
Snip.
Tenko’s vision goes white when the doctor starts cutting. He screams, unable to hold back. The straps squeak under the tension as he squirms and fights against them, as his entire being screams at him to get away from this, to put a stop to it. But the restraints hold steady - the doctor continues to cut, methodical little snips following the curve of Tenko’s hole.
The severed chunk of him is left dangling on a little piece of flesh where it attaches to his clit, as the doctor moves over to the other side.
Tenko’s body is shaking uncontrollably - a scream dies in his throat as the scissors begin to cut into his flesh again. Little trickles of blood drip down between his legs, dark red droplets soaking into the gauze below.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
The doctor sets the scissors down for a moment to wipe down some of the blood seeping out of the fresh wounds, the two mostly severed pieces of labia dangling uselessly around Tenko’s hole.
“Cut looks good,” he says matter-of-factly to Enji.
Tenko’s drooling onto his sweater, failing to stop the sobs forcing their way out of his constricted throat.
The metal forceps grip his clit, roughly pulling it outwards and up.
Tenko chokes back a sob.
The doctor picks up the scissors again.
Snip.
The scissors cut into his clit from below, where his lips are still attached. Tenko’s eyes roll back into his head as he tries to struggle against the straps, a scream of pain wrenching its way out of his throat.
Snip .
The doctor makes a few more shallow cuts, pulling up and twisting as he cuts around the root of the clit. Tenko’s cries devolve into high-pitched shrieks as the scissors continue to cut into his flesh mercilessly, cutting through the surrounding skin and deep into his flesh until his clit is a barely attached mess, the skin severed on all sides, the two lips still dangling just below it.
The doctor readjusts the grip of the forceps, grabbing Tenko’s clit by the tip, and pulling outward hard . Tenko practically howls in pain as the scissors are pressed deep into the wound, deep into his flesh.
When the cold steel begins to cut into the nerve-dense root of his clit, Tenko shrieks, cries, thrashes as he tries to break loose from the straps, tries to kick, scream, do anything to free himself as he desperately tries to get away. He’s lost all of his resolve in the face of the searing, mind-scorching agony.
NO, PLEASE, NO, STOP, NO, he wants to beg through choked tears, but his mouth won’t obey him, won’t form coherent words. He isn’t even sure if he’s speaking at all. He might be imagining it. He can’t even tell if it’s him screaming or not, it sounds to his ears like it’s somebody else… his mind is overwhelmed with pain. There is nothing else.
With one last searing snip of the scissors, the worst of the pain finally stops.
The doctor pulls away the severed remains of Tenko’s clit and lips, placing the whole thing onto a piece of folded gauze to let the blood drain out of it before it can be placed in the ceremonial gift box.
Tenko’s sobbing violently now, his body shaking like a leaf, his face a mess of drool and snot and tears. His entire crotch is nothing but a mess of burning pain, blood now running down to his buttocks and onto the tray of gauze below.
“There we go. Came out real pretty, all in one piece. Don’t worry, we’ll stitch that right up.”
The doctor sounds infuriatingly cheerful. Tenko barely registers what he’s saying. He doubts he’s talking to him, anyway. His eyes catch a brief glance of the severed piece of flesh that has just been removed from him, but his gaze can’t really focus.
Everything hurts. Blood is quickly wiped from what remains of his pussy before the doctor swaps tools and once again begins to pull and tug, pushing a needle through Tenko’s flesh and closing the gaping hole left after his cut-out clit.
If everything heals as intended, there will be nothing between his remaining lips except a smooth slit and a ready-to-use hole with nothing but smooth scarring around and above it.
Tenko barely feels the stitches. He thinks there might be something like a finite amount of pain a body can register… or maybe his brain is finally dissociating a bit. Everything down there is a throbbing mess of agony… everything feels the same.
His head thuds softly against the headrest of the chair. His gaze is fuzzy and out of focus… his mind is full of fluff, in a haze of pain.
What does it feel like when a body goes into shock? Is it like this? Is he in shock?
...Then it should finally stop hurting, shouldn’t it?
He remains pretty out of it while the doctor stitches up his new and improved pussy, robbed of most of the ability to feel any pleasure.
Enji nods in approval when the finished product is presented to him - a cleaned-out slit with a line of stitches running down the center, and a round hole, surrounded by neat stitching where the lips used to be. Two lines of holes on both sides, for locking everything up at his Alpha’s discretion. The proper look for a soon-to-be-mated Omega’s pussy, meant for breeding and nothing else. Fixed , as it should be.
After that, blood is wiped off, and Tenko’s slit is packed with a generous amount of gauze. Nothing goes into his hole of course, making sure to keep it pristine and untouched for deflowering, since the tightening and reshaping had been declined.
The doctor then finally picks up one of the heavy locks specially crafted to lock an Omega’s lips up tight and prevent unauthorized access to their hole; Tenko lets out a weak little sound as the doctor’s fingers thread the metal of the long shackle padlock through the holes he’d made for this purpose.
The lock snaps closed just beneath Tenko’s hole, keeping his lips shut tight and stretched over the wad of gauze stuffed in between them. It’s heavy, pulling at the swelling flesh uncomfortably, but there’s nothing Tenko can do about that. In context, that extra bit of pain will hardly make a difference.
The doctor holds up two keys, placing one in Tenko’s ceremonial box, and handing the other one to Enji. “For emergency purposes. After the handover, only his Alpha should have access.” He looks at Tenko, but when he speaks, it isn’t to him. “The dressing can be discarded when he needs to urinate, it’s simply catching any residual bleeding. He shouldn’t move around too much for the next few days. If he has too much trouble using the restroom or if that should interfere with your son’s enjoyment of him, he can be taken back for catheter-”
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” Enji interrupts. “He’s made enough of a scene now to be a baby about using the bathroom if he knows what’s good for him. Right, brat? ”
Tenko nods weakly, knowing better than to disagree, though with his hazy mind he’s hardly even aware what exactly it is that he’s agreeing to.
“Very well,” the doctor says, back to his cheerful tone, as he stands up and begins to release Tenko from the leather straps.
Tenko’s certain that he’s going to have bruises from those.
“Go get dressed.”
Tenko’s legs nearly give out under him as he shakily slides out of the chair, trying to look anywhere other than the box and what’s next to it. He whimpers as he hobbles over to where he had left his things, every step pulling and tugging at the stitches, the lock weighing heavy on his pierced lips.
He doesn’t even think about sitting down. Who knows how he’s going to do that in the car, that’s going to be an agonizing ride. He clumsily pulls his panties back on, wincing as the fabric presses against the heavy lock and his throbbing wounds.
His tears threaten to break through all over again as he pulls up his pants and tries to button them up. His face is still a mess - he’s clumsily tried to wipe off some of the snot at least, but it’s barely done anything much for the whole thing. He’s red and wet and blotchy, but that’s the least of his problems right now.
“There you go,” the doctor smiles as he presents Tenko with the little box, its lid still popped open. He’d have almost thought that it’d end up being given to Enji, but… no, this is his to give. This is a part of him that he’s dedicating to Touya… it wouldn’t be right for anyone else to hand it over.
He can feel bile rushing up his throat at the sight of the blue velvet and he almost throws up when his eyes rest on the newly added contents of the box - it’s as if he should make sure that the proof of his sacrifice hadn’t been swapped for something else.
Right there, on the blue velvet pillow inside the box, lies his severed clit and labia, something that had still been a part of him just an hour ago, and now never will again. The piece of flesh is stretched out across the fabric and secured to it with little ornamental pins, like it’s a treasure being exhibited, or a dead butterfly pinned inside a glass box at a collector’s closet.
The key to the lock is secured under it.
“The box should be kept in cold storage before you’re ready to give it to your mate,” the doctor tells him.
Of course. Wouldn’t want it to spoil.
The doctor says it like it’s nothing; Tenko is suddenly struck by the overwhelming need to punch him. To hurt him, to grab one of those pairs of scissors and stab it into his face, over and over, to make him hurt, to make him feel just a fraction of what he’s had to feel-
“Boy. Let’s go.”
Enji’s stern voice interrupts Tenko’s violent thoughts. He’s already at the door, holding it open impatiently. “You’ll call Touya in the car. He’d better be home so we can get this done properly by the evening. Thank the doctor now.”
Tenko sniffles, pushing down the helpless rage welling up inside him, wiping at his face with his sleeve. The box snaps shut with a little thud. Tenko hugs it against his chest, though he is, truly and honestly, revolted by it. But it symbolizes something that he is soon about to finally attain - he will be allowed to be Touya’s. And that’s the only way he’s able to live with this.
He bows a little, shakily mumbling out the words that feel bitter and wrong in his mouth.
“T-thank you, sensei…”
Enji speaks again before the doctor even gets to say anything.
“Good. Out, now.” His voice is stern and uncompromising as always. He ushers Tenko out with an impatient gesture.
Tenko sniffles weakly one last time as he hobbles out of the office, trying his best not to cry as he desperately fails to keep up with Enji’s unyielding pace.