The Breeding Facility
One curious researcher at an insemination clinic comes too close to a feral alpha in rut.
My assistant kept telling me I shouldn’t work night shifts because, according to him, it wasn’t appropriate for the owner and director. Except I liked it. If it weren’t so exhausting to go into the office the next day, I’d do it more often than my usual twice a month. Most omegas’ heats peaked during the night, and many feral alphas sought help late in the evenings. So what if I was the director? All the more reason to keep working hands-on and not lose touch with reality.
Since the bedrooms of our omega clients were soundproof, one couldn’t overhear their moans. The building was eerily quiet as I strode through the empty hallways, making rounds. The client in room A3 was going through a real scorcher. He was asleep after a long, exhausting heat wave. A thin vibrator attached to a robotic arm buzzed in his loosened opening. I unlocked the display by his bed. The second day, between heat waves five and six, intensity four point five. Insemination cycle approved and scheduled.
The client’s stats looked normal. He was a healthy omega of twenty-three, had no allergies, no diagnosed diseases, and his blood pressure was nearly ideal. He was using a contraceptive, so the insemination would be merely to ease his heat. Since he didn’t want to get pregnant, there was no need for him to choose the specimen based on the donor’s credentials. We could use semen from multiple feral alphas to enhance the soothing effect.
While feral alphas weren’t preferred for conception, their ejaculate had the most calming effect on an omega in heat. I clicked on the display, opening another tab. The insemination would involve one deciliter in total, distributed over the course of four heat waves. The four containers were ready, defrosting as scheduled. I clicked on approve and used my fingerprint to sign off before leaving the room.
Room A4 was empty and sterilized, awaiting a new client tomorrow. Next was room A5.
This omega required impregnation and had chosen a specimen. Since he was undergoing his insemination cycle, I wouldn’t enter the room. I used my tablet to view him through the camera. He was lying on his back, his feet in the stirrups and the restraints tightened, holding his hips and thighs immobile. The newest model of the breeding machine stood by the foot of the bed. One mechanical arm held our second largest artificial knot—a nine-inch-long, girthy, flesh-colored shaft with a bulbous head and an inflatable base. I had to appreciate the artistry. The dildo looked monstrous, with veins and ridges adorning it. It was thrusting deeply, nearly root to tip.
The client massaged his pectorals and pinched his nipples. Attached to the second mechanical arm was a smaller, hollow dildo that drove into the client’s open mouth. A transparent tube led from the artificial penis to a bag of nutrition hanging on a drip stand by the bed. The client sucked the liquid from the dildo and gulped. The nutrition had the consistency and taste of alpha seed with added pheromones. Not all clients liked to be fed what we called a cum cocktail during heat waves, but those who did were highly enthusiastic about it. The client’s unrestrained, yummy noises came through the speaker on my tablet, and I lowered the volume.
A small green light blinked above the door. I looked up. The bulb flashed again and turned yellow. A pop-up window in the corner of my screen announced the insemination cycle, phase three.
I quickly checked the client’s health stats: high pulse but within the norm for a peaking heat wave. Everything else looked normal. I clicked approve .
The breeding dildo drove deeper into the client’s hole. His cock jerked on his abdomen and released a few drops of omega seed while he cried out, throwing his head back. The cum cocktail dripped onto his face and stained his chin. A buzzing and clicking sound from within the breeding machine announced the transfer of the specimen vial to the dildo. The omega shook in the stirrups, the dildo in him to the hilt. He grappled at the feeding shaft and guided it back to his mouth. He sucked vigorously, his eyes rolling into his head.
Another pop-up window showed up on my screen. Womb penetrated . Insemination will proceed in 3 seconds. 2 seconds. 1. Releasing specimen.
The client’s body went limp, his arms falling to his sides. The seed in his womb had an immediate soothing effect. The dildo remained in him, and his abdomen grew with the inflation of the knot inside him.
Lips parted, stained with the fake cum, the client fell asleep seconds later.
Insemination cycle complete. The probability of successful impregnation is 97.7%.
I closed the tabs and moved on to the next client.
After checking on the six omegas currently staying at the clinic, I continued to the alpha quarters. The familiar tingle in my belly was both nerves and excitement.
The sperm donors came to us during the drop-in hours in the early evenings. After filling in a questionnaire, they closed themselves in a booth, breathed in omega pheromones from prepared inhalators, and masturbated. If their background check was approved, they were paid according to the amount of ejaculate they deposited.
However, feral alphas needed to be confined for the duration of their rut. They came to us voluntarily, not wanting to endure a rut out on the streets where they could do something stupid and end up in jail…or worse. Since they usually deposited a large amount of high-quality semen during a full rut cycle, the pay was decent. We were renovating another wing to expand the facility and offer seven more secure rooms.
I unlocked the security door to the alpha quarters and let it lock behind me. The clock on the wall showed one at night. I’d check on the alphas currently confined, then take a nap.
Room A21, a young man of twenty, intense two-day rut cycle, last phase. Through the glass window, I could see he was asleep. His stats were within the norm. He’d been aggressive and verbally threatening toward the staff, but when we’d increased the levels of omega pheromones in his room, he’d calmed down. The fleshlight for knotting was clean and ready, attached to the collector.
Room A22, a forty-two-year-old, three-day rut cycle, second phase. He was snarling, thrusting into the fleshlight, sweat dripping down his back. He suffered from high blood pressure, but he’d accepted medication, and his current levels were safe. I moved on.
Two others were asleep. The thirty-year-old alpha in room A25 had just knotted into the fleshlight. He was using a massaging cycle to milk more seed. His deposits were impressive.
Room A26.
This man was new. He’d arrived just before my shift started and had already made his first deposit. Twenty-nine, well-endowed, with the highest hormone and pheromone levels we’d ever measured. He was a textbook example of a feral alpha in his prime. I was tempted to put his deposit aside for myself. My heat would come soon, and in a matter of days, I’d be lying in one of the omega rooms, awaiting my own insemination. I wondered how a fresh load from an alpha like this would affect me.
Naked, he sat on the bench in the corner, stroking his impressive penis. He was seemingly teasing himself in hopes of increasing the amount he could release. The sight of his bare, muscular torso made my insides quiver. I was used to the effect the rutting alphas had on my omega body. I ignored it routinely and found relief alone in my bedroom at home, using advanced toys. But today, the yearning seemed stronger.
The movement of the powerful alpha’s hand up and down his shaft was mesmerizing. The size of that cock. It was nearly as big as the breeding dildo in room A5.
Not for the first time, I wondered how a real cock would feel.
What if I had been born someone else? During a different time? I could have been an omega from the lowest class, working at a bar somewhere in the city’s underbelly. I’d walk home to a shared apartment after dark. A man would block my path. The scent of rut would assault my senses, and I’d be afraid, but my body would react. The alpha would stroke himself, and I’d smell his early seed. It would bring me to my knees, my hole flaring open like a flower. He’d grab me from behind and rip open my pants at the seams. His warm, sticky cock would fill me in a brutal thrust. The concrete would scrape my hands…
I blinked.
The alpha stood in front of the glass window, stroking himself faster, staring right at me. He opened his mouth and said something, but I couldn’t hear through the soundproof security glass. His expression was angry.
Why did that only make me wetter?
Glowering, he slapped a hand on the glass.
I jerked away.
Oh Lord. I’d been staring at the alpha as if entranced.
I spun around and ran.
I told myself it was for research. Yeah, right . My hands were trembling when I picked up the recent sample from the row. There it was. E0164GH, room A26, 12.3 ml, deposited 21:13, frozen 21:16, January 31, 2167. The alpha’s first load had only been frozen a few hours ago. A full twelve milliliters. In one deposit and from the first phase of the rut? Incredible.
I put the sample to defrost as I read the alpha’s file. He was a construction worker, which was typical enough. Most feral alphas worked physically demanding jobs to keep their aggression under control. He had no criminal record, not even a harassment complaint. Interesting. Ferals usually had several under their belts as they struggled with their urges during their late teens.
A ding announced that the sample had been defrosted. I opened the heater and removed the cup. Then I walked to my office and closed the door behind me.
My heart pounding, I stared at the sample. The cum was thick, barely moving in the container when I tilted it from side to side.
If I ever caught one of my employees doing this, I’d fire them.
I opened the container and sniffed.
Fucking hell.
As the pheromones assaulted me, a swarm of butterflies exploded in my stomach.
Who was this man?
I’d never smelled anything like it.
I inhaled deeply. My cock was tenting my slacks. With the next inhalation, my hole clenched on nothing.
I didn’t think.
The urge was too strong, more powerful than any yearning I’d ever felt—and I’d been through multiple heats.
I dipped my finger into the liquid and licked it.
“Mm-hmm.”
My knees buckled. I slumped on the edge of my desk, my eyes closed, and I tilted the container to my lips.
The warm, creamy substance filled my mouth, and the taste exploded on my tongue. I gulped it down like a starving man. Moaning, I shoved my tongue into the small cup, licking the traces of cum from it.
My insides seemed to burn, my hole spasmed, and my nipples tingled. In my middle, my empty womb ached.
Was my heat closer than I’d thought? Because it felt as if a wave was approaching.
How powerful was this alpha’s scent and taste if it could send me into heat within minutes?
The cup was empty. I whined, ravenous for more.
With my vision blurry around the edges, I strode back to the lab and opened the fridge where we stored the bags of cum cocktail. I chose the most potent batch and tore into the bag with a desperate whimper. The pungent smell of alpha musk assaulted me. Desperate, I sucked in a mouthful.
It tasted wrong. All wrong.
I spat it out into the sink and threw the nearly full bag into the bin. Braced on the edge of the sink, I tried to calm down. Maybe it was just a fluke. My heat wasn’t supposed to come for a few days. My cycle had always been regular, like clockwork. If I could just breathe and make the tension inside me loosen a little bit…
I couldn’t.
Oh Lord, my poor hole and womb. I was burning on the inside.
The issue was obvious—the sample had induced my heat. We knew that if an omega and an alpha were pheromonally compatible, it could speed up the omega’s cycle, but this was unprecedented. This would require thorough research. Could I entice the alpha in room A26 to stay and partake in more tests?
I could see him in my mind. He was dark-haired with scowling eyebrows. His large, crooked nose must have been broken, maybe in a fight. His square jaw was covered with coarse stubble, and those broad lips were chapped. He had wide shoulders and a sculpted torso, hardened by work. His black body hair was untrimmed, the thickening trail leading down to his huge, heavy cock…
Gritting my teeth, I breathed through a swell of lust that made my hole flutter and balls throb. The heat wave was crashing down on me with lightning speed. I had mere minutes before I’d start cramping.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket to wake the backup staff and realized my tablet was gone. I couldn’t hand over the shift without it.
I glanced around my office, then hurried to the lab, the storage room… My hole leaked slick as I walked, and my underwear was already soaked. My tablet wasn’t anywhere.
I must have left it in the alpha quarters.
Panting, I strode down the long corridor. I unlocked the door on autopilot. I could already see the small stand with my tablet on it. It stood by room A26.
I told myself not to look. I’d just grab the tablet and leave, then call backup immediately. Within minutes, I could be lying on a comfy bed, my legs in stirrups and my ass stuffed.
Except I did look.
The alpha knelt on the floor, naked, his sweat-slicked body glistening. He was massaging his balls with one hand and rubbing the underside of his cock with the other. He looked on the verge of the second phase. The collector with the fleshlight attached stood ready to his left. He’d chosen the realistic one with a silicon opening formed like a youthful omega asshole.
He snarled when he saw me through the glass.
The taste of his cum was still fresh in my memory. The fake cum had ruined the aftertaste though, and now I craved this man’s seed in my mouth again. I wouldn’t gulp it like an animal this time; I’d savor it.
He let go of his cock and stood. Slowly, he stalked closer to the glass, his dick bobbing. A pearl of early discharge glistened at the tip.
I must have gone mad with lust. The heat must have clouded my mind. It was the only explanation.
I saw myself from the outside as I punched in the code, opened the heavy security door, and slipped inside room A26. The door clicked shut behind me.
The alpha gaped, his face a mask of shock.
I inhaled.
The scent of the man’s rut had the power of a hallucinogenic drug. My vision went black for a second as I crumbled to my knees. My hands worked of their own volition, tearing at my lab coat and slacks and kneading my aching cock through my underwear.
I made unhinged, animalistic sounds, then whined when a cramp squeezed my middle.
“What the fuck? You’re in heat!”
His voice!
Oh God. Oh Lord. I needed this man to fill me this instant. No alternatives. I didn’t care that he was five social classes below me, that he was feral and in a rut.
I needed his divine cum in my hole, my mouth, all over me…
A firm hand grabbed my hair, and something slippery and warm nudged my lips. I wrapped my mouth around it on instinct.
Oh. Oooh.
I sucked, blissful relief flooding my body.
“That’s it. It’ll tide you over for a minute. Good boy. Now unbutton your shirt and take off your pants. Such nice posh clothes. Would be a shame to ruin them.”
The need to obey and please didn’t even surprise me. Sucking on his perfect cock, I took off my shirt and let my pants pool around my knees. The taste of his precum was incredible.
“Let go.”
I tightened my lips around his cockhead. I didn’t want to let go. Not ever.
He tugged on my hair roughly, and I gasped, releasing his cock.
“Eyes up.”
Desperate, I looked up at him. He let go of my hair. With his hands balled into fists by his sides, he seemed godlike, looming above me.
“I’m this close to snapping, boy,” he growled. “Unless you want me to fuck and knot you, run. Now.”
I shuddered. He looked dangerous. Violent. Deranged with lust. It only made me want him more.
“Knot me, please.” I didn’t recognize my own voice.
The next second, he was behind me, pushing me down onto my elbows and knees and shoving my legs apart.
The mating position.
It was supposed to be humiliating. Noble omegas of high status were supposed to be bred in bed, the clean way, using pre-approved seed from a civilized, intelligent alpha.
I was about to get fucked by a feral brute. He’d do me on the floor from behind like cattle. I should be repulsed.
Except I’d never wanted anything as much as this.
The first brush of his cockhead over my loose, drooling hole made me sob with desperation.
“You’ll love it, preppy boy. From now on, you’ll only want it dirty.”
The first thrust punched a cry from my chest.
Tingles exploded from my hole, racing up my spine. He retreated and drove back inside me faster and harder. I pushed my ass out, meeting each thrust.
It felt so very different from a silicone dildo. Flesh against flesh.
My insides sang.
He gripped my hips and gave me short, rapid fucks, his cockhead hitting the mouth to my womb. My climax stormed through me, making my hole clench and cock twitch. The pleasure sparkled and crackled in my middle, then spilled into my limbs. The pressure on the mouth to my womb increased, and I came even harder, screaming with raw joy.
The small gate collapsed under the assault. With a roar, the alpha drove into my breeding channel.
In a sudden flash of clarity, I realized what was happening.
I was about to be inseminated by a feral.
“Yeah! Take it!” he shouted.
Then a cool, soothing sensation bloomed in my middle. His cum filled me, and with it, senseless happiness clouded my brain.
He roped his arms around me and sat back with me in his lap. Impaled to the hilt with his cockhead up my womb, I could barely move. The euphoric feeling took over my entire nervous system. For long minutes, he rocked me in his lap, feeding my pleasure, until I wasn’t sure if I was awake or dreaming. His scent enveloped me, and his magical cum soaked my hungry womb. I could feel it with surreal clarity. My system was already pumping hormones into my bloodstream, spreading the news. I was being thoroughly impregnated.
The alpha purred, and his knot pulsated a few more times, pouring more seed into me. God, the way my body sucked his seed up…
His lips brushed my ear. “You liked that, preppy boy?”
A sigh. “Yes.” Oh Lord, yes.
“Have you done this before?” His deep voice sounded surprisingly tender.
I shook my head, and the movement made me dizzy. I couldn’t open my eyes. “All my heats have been machine-assisted,” I mumbled.
He scoffed. “No wonder you were desperate for a real dick.”
I merely hummed. My brain was fuzzy. I couldn’t think properly yet.
“I’ve knocked you up, haven’t I? Gave you what you needed.” He patted my stomach. “The thing is, I was kinda counting on the cash from this rut, but now there’s a pricey load of my swimmers up your womb.”
“I’ll make sure you’re reimbursed for it.” I didn’t care. Money had never been something I had to think about.
He hummed. “And what about the rest of my rut? You gonna walk out and leave me here with that awful machine?”
“If you want…” Was I crazy? I didn’t know this man. He was feral. He could hurt me. Use me… Fuck me and breed me again. And again. “You’re welcome to accompany me to my apartment.”
He chuckled. “You want a filthy feral to jizz into you a few more times, omega? We should make sure you’re really knocked up, huh?”
Heavens . I’d gotten myself pregnant with a feral one. He was so crude. Why did I find it desirable? I could never tell anyone.
“I’d like you to inseminate me repeatedly, yes,” I heard myself say.
“I don’t mind doing that. Don’t mind at all. But again, the money.”
“I’ll pay you.” I’d give him whatever he wanted.
“You will, huh? Well, whoring myself out wasn’t on my bucket list, but it’s better than knotting into a fleshlight.” He smacked my thigh lightly. “My knot’s going down. Get me out of here?”