Few can understand the potency of technology, especially tech so advanced that it seems indistinguishable from magic. Hardly anyone noticed the changes that were being worked in the human genome by the Hierarchs behind their veil of shadows, and when people became aware that the number of women being born was declining from year to year, the changes were so pervasive that it was already too late to stop it.
Right under everyone’s noses, Hierarch Industries had managed to change the human race, elevate them into the next stage of evolution. Mundanes became vanishingly rare in the new world, replaced by a new race of man, the genders of old replaced by positions in the Hierarchy. Alphas and omegas, two parts of a greater whole. As the old human race withered away, the new race flourished.
At around the same time as the last women faded away, a small percentage of the omega population started presenting with heats, an omega equivalent to a mating season during which time their libidos spiked to hitherto unknown levels. The phenomenon was still being studied, even though scientists suspected that the Hierarchs knew all about it already, but as it so happened, Jeff had the genetic markers associated with being, as they were called, a “fertile” omega.
Jeff had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. He’d gotten into university mostly off of athletics scholarships. At first, he’d been ashamed that someone as big and manly as him was, by nature, an omega, but he’d come to enjoy the privileged position that he had on the team, with all the Alphas being protective of him as the team omega. Unfortunately, the strictures of university meant that he needed to get better at academics if he wanted to have any hope of staying on the team, so his coach suggested that he get a tutor.
David Smith was the guy that got the privilege of tutoring him. At first glance, Jeff pegged David as another omega and was eager to get to know him, but the more he observed David’s cool and confident attitude, the more he was sure that he had been mistaken. Smelling David’s musk as he got closer sealed the deal. He’d been wrong. David was an Alpha. Every bit the Alpha that his teammates were.
Not only that, but Jeff noticed something different about David’s scent. He could tell that David was unmated, but there was something different about him, a magnetism about his presence that made Jeff’s hole twitch with eagerness. He’d shut down the arousal, of course, because he figured that staying on the team was supposed to be his priority, and so for a good couple of months he managed to get by without giving in to his omega urges.
Now that David was leading him out of his lecture hall, his knees feeling like jelly, his heart hammering in his chest, his cock painfully hard in his pants and his hole desperate for attention, Jeff was beginning to think that maybe ignoring the warning signs had been a bad idea. Not that he could think all that well, given how close David was to him, how potent the smell of the swimmer was as he was led down the hallways to one of the rooms set aside for just such an occasion.
David set Jeff down on the bed and peeled his clothes off of his body. He whistled as Jeff’s cock sprang free of his underwear, flinging pre-cum all over his stomach. “I can’t say I’m disappointed it’s you,” said David as he climbed out of his own pants and straddled Jeff’s hips, rubbing their hard cocks together, his own endowment being noticeably larger than Jeff’s not-insignificant size. “I had always wished it was you. But I kept getting mixed signals…” David whispered, sliding his hands over Jeff’s sculpted body.
“How did you manage to resist all this time?” David drawled, pressing kisses up the side of one of Jeff’s firm pectoral muscles.
Jeff moaned. He wrapped his legs around David’s back. “Fuck me, Alpha…” he begged, unable to think about anything other than that big dick rubbing up against his, wishing that it was inside him, fucking him, breeding him, filling him up with cum. “Not resisting now. Please!”
David smirked and pressed his lips to Jeff’s. “Needy little omega,” he whispered. “As you wish.”
Anyone who heard the strangled cry that echoed down the hallway outside of the breeding room was not at all surprised.
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If you’re interested in the bond between Alphas and omegas, I have a series of short stories telling the tale of how Hierarch Industries, the patron and protector of Alpha and omega relationships, got started: Project ALPHA.
