The alarm buzzed at 6:45 AM, pulling Jacob from a restless sleep tangled in sheets that still carried faint traces of sweat and something muskier. His body ached in places it shouldn't, ass sensitive and empty following Marcus' brutal claiming, a low throb that made him wince as he sat up. Cade snored softly across the room, dead to the world after late-night cramming. Good. Jacob didn't want questions, not yet. Enough was enough. Two Alphas in one week? Cade's gentle fuck, then Marcus' savage pounding. His hole stretched raw, the taste of cum on his lips. If he ever hooked up with one again, it'd be his call, after sorting this mess of shame and secret thrills. Hopefully with the blockers he’d be able to regain control.
Swinging his legs over the bed, Jacob winced at the pull in his glutes, his hole clenching reflexively around emptiness, still tender and slick-feeling from whatever biological fuckery lingered. He dressed quick, loose shorts, a plain hoodie zipped high, and grabbed his student ID, slipping out before Cade stirred. The campus paths were shrouded in pre-dawn mist, the air crisp and biting, dew glistening on the grass as he jogged lightly toward the health clinic. His mind raced ahead: ask for the blockers, get in and out, reclaim some fucking normalcy.
Campus was a ghost town, empty paths devoid of students leading to the health clinic. A squat brick building tucked behind the gym loomed before him. The waiting room hummed with early birds: hungover freshmen nursing coffee, a girl scrolling her phone, and a cluster of undergrad guys sprawled like they owned the place. A knot of football players to the side, Jacob could tell from the builds and clothes; broad shoulders, team hoodies, legs manspread wide. One caught Jacob's eye, a beefy blond with a buzzcut, smirking as he adjusted himself. His hand trailed deliberately along the thick ridge snaking down his thigh, the outline of a heavy cock bulging against sweatpants. He locked eyes with Jacob. Blue eyes raked over him, slow and appraising, a smirk curling his lips.
Jacob's face burned, scowl deepening as he dropped into a chair across the room, arms crossed. He shifted, pulling his hoodie tighter, but the guy didn't let up. His hand drifted down, casual-like, fingers tracing the pronounced ridge running along his inner thigh. The fabric tented subtly as he adjusted, the heft of his meat shifting visibly—heavy balls settling, the shaft thickening just from the motion. He met Jacob's scowl with a wink, then blew a deliberate kiss, puckering his lips while his hand lingered, giving the bulge a slow, teasing squeeze. Heat flooded Jacob's face. Did he reek of sex or something? Cum-scent baked into his pores, or some invisible 'fuck me' sign flashing?
Determination surged like steel in his veins. Get the blockers, get out.
The wait dragged on. Twenty-five minutes of flipping through outdated sports mags, the clock ticking louder than the low hum of conversations. His ass twinged with every shift, a reminder of Marcus's girth splitting him open, the way his body had clenched and milked despite the pain. Finally, 'Jacob Ellis?' The nurse's voice cut through, a middle-aged woman with a clipboard and no-nonsense bun. He followed her down a sterile hall to Exam Room 3, the door clicking shut behind him. The space was clinical to a fault: white walls, a padded table draped in crinkly paper, posters of the human skeleton and organ diagrams staring down like judgmental eyes. Jacob perched on the edge, knees bouncing, until the door swung open again.
In strode the doctor; Dr. Ronan Vale, his name tag read. Late thirties, but carrying it like a weapon: athletic build honed from more than just clinic rounds, shoulders broad under the white coat, scrubs hugging a frame that suggested powerlifter vibes beneath. A well-kempt beard framed his strong jaw, dark and trimmed neat, flecked with hints of silver that only added to the rugged appeal. His forearms, visible where sleeves were rolled up, were thick cords of muscle dusted with coarse black hair, veins standing out like ropes. Eyes, a piercing hazel, assessed Jacob with professional calm.
“Morning, Jacob. I'm Dr. Vale. Mind if my intern joins? Theo Lark, from the affiliated teaching hospital. He's shadowing for the day. He’s an excellent med student.”
Jacob glanced at the kid trailing in, early twenties, fresh and undeniably hot, with an effortless charm that screamed 'campus heartbreaker.' Tousled auburn hair fell in waves over his forehead, framing sharp cheekbones and full lips curved in a friendly smile. Green eyes sparkled with curiosity, his lean, swimmer's physique filling out the scrubs just right: narrow waist flaring to toned hips, the V-neck of his shirt dipping to reveal a smooth, tanned chest with a faint happy trail peeking out. He was maybe 22, a few years older than Jacob, but with that boyish energy; hot in a way that made Jacob's pulse skip despite the circumstances. 'Yeah, no problem,' Jacob muttered, shaking hands: Ronan's grip firm and warm, Theo's lighter but confident.
“Have a seat,” Ronan said, settling on the rolling stool, clipboard balanced on his knee. His voice was deep, resonant, carrying an undercurrent of authority that made the room feel smaller. “What brings you in so early?”
Jacob stared at his sneakers, heat creeping up his neck. “Alpha pheromone blockers. I've had... encounters. Two in the last week. I don't want it happening again. Not like that.”
Ronan's brow arched slightly, pen pausing mid-note. He exchanged a quick glance with Theo, who leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, the motion pulling his shirt taut across defined pecs. “Blockers, huh? That's not the most common request. Run-ins are rare for most folks. But I get it; the effects can be intense.” He leaned forward, elbows on knees, beard brushing his knuckles as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “There are side effects to consider; hormonal imbalances, potential mood swings, even fertility dips short-term. We can't just hand 'em out. Protocol requires a full work-up to ensure you're healthy enough for them. Vital signs, bloodwork, physical exam. Sound okay?”
Jacob nodded, stomach twisting. “Yeah. Whatever it takes.”
“Good. Privacy curtain's there if you need, but strip down completely—boxers too. We'll step out for a sec.” Ronan stood, his height imposing up close, the subtle shift of muscles under scrubs hinting at the burly power coiled there. Theo followed, flashing a reassuring grin before they exited.
Alone, Jacob peeled off his hoodie, the cool air raising goosebumps on his runner's build; lean muscles from track, abs faintly defined, skin still marked with faint bruises on his hips from Marcus's grip. Tee next, then shorts, bending over to pull off his shorts brought a brief flashback to Marcus ripping them off him, sending a twinge down his back to his hole. Boxers last, his cock hanging soft and unassuming between toned thighs, balls drawing up in the chill. He folded everything neatly on the chair, hopping onto the table, the paper crackling under his bare ass, which felt oddly exposed, still tender and faintly slick from his morning shower not quite washing away the phantom fullness.
The door opened, and they returned, Ronan gloving up with a snap, Theo mirroring him, his younger hands steady but eyes flicking over Jacob's nudity with clinical detachment. Or was it? “Lie back for starters,” Ronan instructed, stethoscope in hand. The metal disk was icy against Jacob's chest, sending a shiver as Ronan listened to his heart, then lungs. leaning in close, his breath warm on Jacob's skin, beard nearly grazing a nipple.
“Deep breaths.” The exam progressed: blood pressure cuff inflating on his arm, the squeeze mirroring the pressure building in his chest. Ronan's hands were broad, palms callused from who-knows-what, pressing firmly on his abdomen—fingers splaying wide, tracing the lines of his abs longer than necessary, dipping toward his navel with a subtle drag that made Jacob's skin tingle.
“Any recent illnesses? Medications?” Ronan asked, his touch migrating to Jacob's sides, thumbs brushing ribs.
“Nah. Just... sore. From the, uh, stuff.” Jacob's voice came out rougher than intended.
Ronan nodded, understanding flickering in his hazel eyes. “Makes sense. Theo, take over for the genital portion. It’s standard for full clearance.”
Theo stepped up, kneeling between Jacob's spread legs with professional ease, his auburn hair catching the light. Up close, he smelled faintly of mint and clean laundry, no trace of Alpha musk. “Relax as best you can,” he said, voice smooth and low, fingers wrapping the base of Jacob's soft cock, gentle but thorough, lifting it for inspection. The touch was electric despite the clinical intent: Theo's grip warm through the latex, tracing the shaft from root to tip, vein by vein. He peeled back the foreskin carefully, thumb circling the sensitive head, swiping over the slit to check for any signs of irritation. “Any pain here? Discharge?”
Jacob swallowed hard, his cock twitching involuntarily under the scrutiny. “No... sensitive, maybe.” Theo's examination deepened. stroking upward in a measured pull, then down, the motion turning almost rhythmic as he assessed length and girth, noting the subtle curve. Fingers explored the underside, pressing along the frenulum, then cupping Jacob's balls, rolling them one by one, tugging lightly to check for lumps. The intern's face was inches away, green eyes focused, breath ghosting over the skin, warming it. Jacob's body betrayed him. Blood surged south, his cock thickening in Theo's hand, lengthening from soft four inches to a semi-hard six, the head flushing pink.
“Normal response,” Theo murmured, but his strokes didn't stop, pumping now with purpose, hand gliding from base to crown, thumb teasing the ridge on each upstroke. He measured mentally, it seemed, fingers encircling fully to gauge circumference, the pressure building as Jacob hit full hardness: seven inches rigid, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip like a pearl. Theo swiped it away, smearing it back down the shaft in a slick glide, his own breathing deepening. “Fully erect now. Erectile function looks solid. Sensitivity?” He twisted his wrist on the next pump, focusing on the head, the sensation shooting sparks up Jacob's spine.
“Yeah... it’s pretty fucking sensitive,” Jacob gasped, hips bucking slightly, his ass clenching on the table. Ronan's gaze was fixed, a subtle bulge forming in his scrubs as he watched, arms crossed over his burly chest.
“All clear down here,” Theo finally said, releasing with a reluctant slowness, Jacob's cock bobbing heavy and unsatisfied. He stood, adjusting his stance. Jacob caught the outline of Theo's own arousal, average length but thick, pressing against his thigh. Jacob thought he saw Theo lick his fingertips.
Ronan cleared his throat, the sound rough. “Right. Final part: prostate exam. Roll onto your side, knees to chest.” Jacob complied, the position exposing everything, his balls dangling, hole winking in the air. A squirt of lube from Ronan, cool and slick, circled the rim. Fingers pressed in, one then two, scissoring gently. But something felt off. His ass grew wetter, slickness building from within, coating Ronan's digits like natural nectar.
“Feels... extra slippery,” Jacob mumbled, heat flushing his skin, not the pheromone fog, but a strange, internal fire, his body humming with awareness.
“Just the gel,” Ronan replied, voice thickening, but the pressure shifted. Blunt, hot, far too girthy for fingers. Jacob twisted, eyes widening in shock: Ronan's cock, thick and eight inches of veined steel, buried to the hilt in his ass, scrubs shoved down to mid-thigh, hairy thighs flexing against Jacob's cheeks. The doctor's balls, heavy and low-hanging, pressed flush, the girth stretching Jacob's ring to its limit, the burn immediate and intense.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jacob shouted, trying to buck free, but the fullness anchored him, his walls closing around the invasion, slick easing the way, pleasure spiking unbidden as the head nudged his prostate.
Ronan groaned, deep and guttural, hips snapping forward in a single, grinding thrust—the drag of his shaft pulling a moan from Jacob's throat despite himself. “So goddamn hot... can't think straight.” He shrugged off the lab coat, buttons straining as he yanked open his shirt, revealing the burly expanse beneath: pecs like slabs of marble, thick and heaving, matted with a dense forest of dark curls that trailed down his sternum, over ridged abs, vanishing into the waistband. Sweat already beaded in the hair, his beard framing a face twisted in ecstasy as he pulled back and slammed home again, the wet squelch echoing. “Your scent, fuck, it's driving me insane. Such a tight little pussy.'
Jacob's mind reeled, ass clenching greedily around the pistoning cock. Every ridge and vein scraped nerves alight, the slickness from his body turning the thrusts sloppy, audible. Ronan's hands gripped his hips, burly fingers digging into flesh, pulling him back onto each plunge, balls slapping rhythmically against Jacob's taint. The doctor's body was a furnace: hairy chest pressing down as he leaned in, nipples hard peaks brushing Jacob's back, the musk of sweat and arousal filling the air. Pleasure built traitorously, Jacob's own cock leaking pre onto the paper, untouched and throbbing.
Before he could muster another protest, Theo was there, pants pooled at his ankles, his cock in hand: average six inches but thick and knobby, the girth making it look stubby yet intimidating, flushed deep red with a fat, mushroom head already weeping. Veins wrapped the shaft like ropes, balls tight and fuzzy above. “Need this,” Theo breathed, waving it before Jacob's face, the scent heady, clean but potent. He pressed the blunt tip to Jacob's lips, smearing pre across them. “Open... please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Jacob's mouth parted on a gasp and that was it. The cock slid over his tongue, saliva mixing in an instant, and Theo's eyes widened, a feral growl ripping from his throat. “Holy shit. Your mouth... it's like fire.”
Gentleness shattered; he fisted Jacob's hair, shoving deep, the thickness stretching his jaw wide, gagging him as it battered the back of his throat. Theo's hips jerked, fucking in shallow pumps at first, the girth filling every inch, saliva dribbling down Jacob's chin. But the taste ignited something wild in the intern: his lean body tensed, abs flexing under smooth skin, as he ramped up, skull-fucking with abandon, cock plunging wet and deep, balls smacking Jacob's chin with each thrust.
Ronan continued to rail him from behind, trapping Jacob in a spit-roast. His burly frame slamming forward, hairy pecs slapping Jacob's back, cock churning deep, prostate hammered relentlessly, slick walls milking the invading length. “Fuck, you're made for this, gripping me so tight,” Ronan grunted, pace brutal, sweat dripping from his beard onto Jacob's shoulder, the curls on his chest rasping skin. He shifted angles, grinding circles to mash the head against that spot, drawing involuntary clenches and moans muffled around Theo's meat. Theo matched the rhythm with a savage face-fucking, his thick shaft swelling further, pre flooding Jacob's mouth in salty bursts, the flavor exploding on his tongue, making his own cock twitch and spurt untouched.
Jacob drowned in sensation. His ass felt full to bursting, Ronan's girth splitting him wide, the burn melting to molten bliss as cum and sweat poured out, easing the pounding into a symphony of squelches and slaps. Jacob was lost in the ecstasy, never wanting Ronan to stop. Throat raw and stuffed, Theo's thickness battering down, forcing gags and swallows, the intern's smooth thighs quivering as he chased friction. Ronan's hands roamed, one pinning Jacob's hip, the other reaching around to pinch a nipple, twisting the bud hard enough to arch Jacob's back. “Yeah, take it. Milk my cock with that greedy hole.” Theo's free hand joined, stroking Jacob's leaking dick in rough tugs, syncing with his thrusts, the dual assault pushing Jacob toward the edge.
They prolonged it, drawing out the torment. Ronan slowed to deep, teasing grinds, his hairy balls dragging over Jacob's skin. This was no longer the fast, smooth pistoning of a sports car engine, but instead the slow, powerful rhythm of heavy machines that shape and form steep. The table creaked under the force. “Not yet, gonna fill you proper,” he rasped, beard scraping Jacob's neck as he nipped the skin. Theo pulled out briefly, slapping his fat cock against Jacob's cheek, strings of spit connecting them, before plunging back, throat-fucking with twists, the head popping past the gag reflex, lodging deep. Jacob's body betrayed fully: ass spasming around Ronan's relentless, steady pounding, his own orgasm building like a storm, cock pulsing in Theo's grip.
Ronan broke first, trying to quiet is roars to a grunt, burying to the root, his burly body shuddering as jets erupted: thick, hot ropes blasting Jacob's depths, flooding his channel until excess bubbled out around the hilt, dripping down his thighs in creamy trails. The sensation—warm, viscous cum painting his insides—tipped Jacob over, his cock erupting untouched, spurting ropes onto the table, ass clenching in waves around the still-thrusting shaft. Theo followed, cock swelling impossibly thicker in Jacob's mouth, blasting down his throat, salty floods forcing gulps, overflow spilling from lips as the intern moaned, hips stuttering, lean abs contracting with each pulse.
They held there, cocks twitching in aftershocks, before withdrawing with wet pops, Jacob's ass gaping slightly, cum leaking in steady rivulets, throat sore and coated. Ronan panted, beard slick with sweat, his hairy chest heaving as he tucked himself away, the spent cock still semi-hard and glistening. Theo zipped up, face flushed, green eyes wide with a mix of shame and satiation, his thick meat outlined soft against his leg.
“Fuck... I'm sorry,” Ronan muttered, composure fracturing as he buttoned his shirt over the matted fur. “That wasn't…lost control. Your pheromones... they're off the charts.” Theo nodded, mumbling an apology before Ronan waved him out. “Hall, now.” The door clicked shut.
Jacob slid off the table on jelly legs, cum trickling down his inner thighs, his hole throbbing with hypersensitive afterglow, every clench sending sparks. He dressed in a daze, the slick mess soaking his boxers, body humming with unwanted bliss. Ronan sighed and shook his head. “Sorry kid, no blockers for you. They don’t work on your kind.”
Then, from a drawer, the pamphlet: glossy, titled So, You're an Omega. “Read this. Explains it all. You're rare, kid; one in a million. Maybe even more than that, your pheromones are more potent than average. That scent you give off? It flips switches in everyone, not just Alphas and Gammas. You’ll need to learn the signs to control it. Unlike Alphas, it’s possible for you. Control those pheromones or this will keep happening. Practice suppression techniques; we've got classes. If you ignore it, you could turn every room you’re in into an orgy.”
As he spoke, Ronan's eyes darkened, a fresh bulge tenting his scrubs, the thick outline of his cock hardening again, pressing insistent against the fabric. He shifted, palming it subtly. “For fuck’s sake, again? I have to get out of here, and so do you before the waiting room turns into a porn shoot.'
Jacob snatched the pamphlet, bolting, heart pounding as he navigated the hall, the paper clutched like a lifeline. In the waiting room, the blond jock's eyes lit up, but Jacob ignored the wink. As he passed, the guy hiked up the leg of his shorts deliberately, revealing his thick cock—uncut, veiny, half-hard and heavy—stroking it slow in Jacob's direction, the motion bold and unashamed. Jacob's face burned, but he kept walking, straight out the door, pamphlet fisted in his hand. The campus paths blurred as he jogged back to the dorm, mind reeling: Omega. The word echoed, a key to the chaos, but the weight of it pressed heavy. Control. He had to learn, or he'd be lost to the frenzy forever.
Even as he stepped up to his dorm room door, he felt a fear seize him. Cade could be on the other side of that door. His friend and roommate Cade. But Alpha Cade, whose cum would turn Jacob into a begging sex doll. It was easier an hour ago when he thought it was Cade’s fault, or if not his fault, something he was responsible for. To find out he was the cause of all of it, and there was no quick fix, was terrifying. Stepping into his own room now carried risk and responsibility.
He suddenly felt the weight that he knew Cade carried with him everywhere he went, the weight of knowing he might induce sex-crazed madness in anyone around him. He’d hoped to start the day with a newfound sense of peace and calm. Instead, his mind raced with worry, even as his cock twitched at the thought that an “accident” might end with Cade’s dick buried deep inside him.
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