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Andrew Bendtsen was a 23 year old XY AAaa alpha college student. He came from a line of AAaa alphas and was raised to think the world owed him everything because of it. He had wolf ears and a tail and fangs, of course, but he was an incredibly rare person because he had digitigrade legs (think wolf hind legs). His family was known for having them, looking similar to a faun with wolf legs because of the heavy fur coverage, and the celebrity status that accompanied their unique features went to their heads. Andrew was raised to take what he wanted, when he wanted it, with no remorse.

So it shouldn’t really have been a surprise when he intentionally snuck into a heat house, a place where unbonded omegas could safely experience their heats without any fear of an unbonded alpha going into rut and raping them, to satisfy himself when the omegas wouldn’t be capable of telling him no. 

Andrew killed 6 staff members of the heat house in front of the omegas there, raping 40 of the 45 he could reach in seven minutes. Every omega he raped ended up pregnant. 

The court ruled that he was a terrorist and a threat to society at large. They stripped him of all his rights and he was no longer considered human. His punishment was to publicly undergo body modifications that would better society at large.

His first modifications were performed the day of the ruling inside the courtroom. 

While he was conscious but heavily shackled, he was banded. He tried to struggle, but he was held still by his restraints and by some guards. The skin at the top of his scrotum was pinched incredibly tight, and it hurt, but after a few minutes the area was numb, the nerves having died. When his balls went numb, Andrew began crying. He knew there was nothing he could say or do that would bring them back—the broadcaster was explaining that they would fall off on their own in a few weeks. 

Then Andrew was put under, his tongue was cut out and all of his teeth were pulled. They would have left him conscious, but they didn’t want to risk anyone getting near his fangs. All of this was filmed and broadcast across the world. Everyone needed to see what would happen to a rogue alpha.

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After castrating him and removing his tongue and teeth, the escorts dragged Andrew to the police van to be taken to a medical testing facility.

When he arrived he was still unconscious, and the scientists there decided to take advantage of it: after adding more sedative to his IV, they got to work removing all of his fingers and both of his thumbs. He wouldn’t need to use his hands in any of their experiments, but having wrist joints may prove useful. They bandaged his hands then secured his arms to the steel railings of the bed. His feet were also secured, and straps were put around the bottom of his neck, around his abdomen, and just below his pelvis to ensure he was held still. The scientists muzzled his gauze filled mouth and inserted an NG tube into his nose (feeding tube). They hooked him up to oxygen. They put electrodes on his chest to monitor his heart rate, and a cuff on his arm to monitor his blood pressure.

He was no longer human, but the extent of his expressed hybrid genes made him an incredibly valuable resource to geneticists when looking at highly wolfy individuals, so no one was willing to risk a preventable death. There were some people that would pay top dollar to be able to modify their embryos into such a wolfy specimen. But it had been impossible for scientists to find a willing participant that had wolf legs, until now. And now they didn’t have to worry about willingness or ethics. Their specimen was no longer legally human and they were encouraged to perform really intense and extreme experiments for the public.

There were a couple of main items on the agenda: 

1. They needed to do something about his hormones. Everyone at the lab was curious to know what would happen if an alpha went on a full dose of omega hormones. They would get to be the first to document such a drastic thing.
2. In the meantime they needed to do something about his knot. Between now and when the hormones would really affect his body, he could definitely still get erections, and popping a knot painlessly seemed wrong for someone like him.

They started him on hrt for omegen and estrogen over his IV and would adjust until his levels settled. Then they would observe the effects it had on someone with no omega genes at all in him.

Then they fitted him with a spiked cock cage. It was 3d printed to fit him perfectly when he was flaccid, no room for movement, but not squeezing. When he got hard, his penis would press against dozens of spikes, smaller, sharper ones focused all around where his knot would be. The fit of the cage was done with the intent of being able to visually see if there was a change in his cock size after starting hrt. If he got smaller, everyone including himself would be able to tell. 

After his cage was fitted and locked into place, they left him to wake up. His reaction would be filmed, and there should be a reaction: the ceiling was a mirror, and there would be no escaping how he looked and what was happening.

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When Andrew came to, his eyes wouldn’t focus, and he couldn’t figure out where he was or what was happening. There was beeping and everything was too bright and too loud. Then he became aware that he was in pain, his mouth hurt, his face felt weird, he could feel something in his throat, his hands hurt, his dick hurt, right above his balls hurt, and try as he might, he couldn’t make himself sit up, his eyes snapped open to investigate. 

Less unfocused now, Andrew looked down at himself, bewildered. Then it came crashing back: the heat house, the omegas, the trial… The sentence. Castration. To calm down, he decided to take stock of his body.

He was strapped down to a bed, something was on his face, he couldn’t open his mouth, so probably a muzzle, but a muzzle didn’t explain why his mouth hurt so bad, or why it felt like it was filled with cotton. It was probably just a gag, he reasoned, a cotton cloth to keep him muffled, and a muzzle to keep it in.

Mentally mapping the muzzle, he also realized there was something in his nose, probably oxygen.

Next he looked at his hands and saw they were wrapped in gauze. He could bend his wrists, but he couldn’t flex his fingers. That combined with the pain was really worrisome, but maybe they just severed some tendons, or maybe they were just so tightly wrapped that his fingers couldn’t move. He also noticed a blood pressure monitor on his arm. In any case, he saw why he couldn’t move his arms or sit up: he was strapped down to the bed with 3 inch wide straps that almost looked like seatbelts.

Not wanting to focus on that for too long, his eyes wandered to his dick. He noticed wires coming off his chest but opted to ignore them. His dick looked like some plastic or something was surrounding it, but he couldn’t really tell. Whatever the thing was, it was stabbing his cock all over, but especially where his knot was. 

That’s when Andrew happened to look up. He saw himself spread out, strapped down, he was muzzled, there were tubes in and out of his face, wires on his chest, an IV in his arm that he hadn’t noticed, from a front view, he realized he was in a cock cage, but it looked rather large compared to the ones designed to constrict a flaccid cock. 

As he took in his reflection, reality set in, and he began to panic. His heart rate soared, his blood pressure spiked, alarms started ringing. Someone in a white coat came in and seemed pleased to see that he was awake.

“Ah, Andrew, it’s good to see that you’re awake. I’m Garth.” Garth’s pheromones slowly filled the room, definitely an omega (OBab). Andrew was confused and angry, didn’t this idiot omega know what he did? How dangerous he could be? Then it hit him: he was completely helpless. This made him angrier. Andrew began thrashing, rage overtaking any rational thought. He was going to hurt this arrogant omega and then claim him. Then Andrew screamed. 

Between his rage and thinking about raping an omega, he was getting more erect, and his knot finally popped. This was pretty painful for Andrew, but he couldn’t explain why. But Garth could, and happily would.

“I see you’ve noticed one of our implements. You’ve got a spiked cock cage on. When you get erect, thick spikes are driven into your cock, when you pop your knot, spikes closer to needles get to stab it. Makes erections pretty painful. I wonder what could’ve made you erect at a time like this? Am I really that good looking?” Garth laughed. In reality it was taking quite the effort for Garth to remain externally calm. Andrew was a monster. Garth left the very heat house Andrew broke into the day before Andrew broke in. He was in one of the rooms Andrew went to. It so easily could have been him. Garth suppressed a shudder. He was going to make this monster pay. He was going to show the world what would happen when someone did such a terrible thing. It would make the world safer. 

Andrew only seemed half focused on Garth’s words, his dick taking most of his attention. Garth couldn’t have that, especially because he needed to explain what they had already done to Andrew, both for Andrew and for the media (the live footage was still being cast to most major news outlets). Garth took a gel ice pack out and placed it over Andrew’s cage. The results were immediate; Andrew’s cock withered and it was no longer being stabbed at all angles. Garth left the ice pack there, opting to prevent any erections before they happened, so he could get through the list of modifications without interruption.

“Now that you can focus, I suggest you pay attention,” he started, “You’ve already been introduced to your cock cage. It’s been custom fitted to you as a way to visually indicate any change in cock size. I believe you were also awake for your castration. You may or you may not know that this type of castration will stop you from producing sex hormones like testosterone and alpahrone at a level that will maintain your bone density. The risks of leaving you hormone free include osteoporosis, and we don’t want your bones weakening, so we’ve opted to put you on estrogen and omegen for the time being. You’ll be the first fully documented case, so you’re already helping out the modern world of medicine. 

“You’ve currently got an NG feeding tube in, along with oxygen, and an IV. We’re monitoring your blood pressure and your heart rate. If you look to this screen here,” Garth indicated to the monitor showing Andrew’s heart rate and blood pressure, “You can watch everything spike when I tell you this next bit of information.”

Andrew’s eyes went to the monitor as a deep sense of dread filled his stomach, he could already see the numbers going up and the lines getting closer together.

“While you were still in the courtroom, we removed your teeth and your tongue for the world to see. After you got here, we removed all of your fingers, and we removed your thumbs, don’t think I didn’t see that hope in your eyes. You will never speak again. You will never bite anyone again. We intend to make good use of your body and we will study your genes and your legs, in particular, but as useful as it is to have them attached to you, there are plenty of preservation methods should you give us reason to cut them off."

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Andrew passed out at this point. It was all too much to handle. It would have been nice if he could’ve stayed in denial, but Garth seemed like he was telling the truth, and he mentioned enough of the things that Andrew could confirm were done for Andrew to believe the ones he couldn’t confirm yet.

Garth decided to add atracurium besylate to Andrew’s IV while he was unconscious. He explained to the camera that it was a paralytic with a nifty bonus: it would lower his blood pressure and cause flushing. This is similar to what viagra does. Andrew would be completely unable to move, unaware of why, with a raging hard-on used as a pin cushion by the needles in his cock cage. Garth kept testing Andrew’s Train-of-Four (TOF) response until his muscles had an incredibly limited response to being electrocuted. Because it only targeted skeletal muscles, they wouldn’t intubate unless Andrew showed signs that it would be necessary. Satisfied with Andrew’s TOF, Garth adjusted the IV and set one of the machines to monitor the levels of atracurium besylate in Andrew’s blood and keep it steady. Garth took the ice pack from Andrew’s crotch. The fun would start when the pain woke him back up.

Then Garth unstrapped Andrew, leaving the muzzle on, and exited the room, locking the door firmly behind him.

When Andrew woke up, he could open his eyes, but that was about it. He stared up at his mirrored image on the ceiling and saw the straps that had been holding him down were gone. He couldn’t move his body, but he could feel everything. Especially the pain in his cock. He couldn’t get himself to scream, but internally he felt like he would die. His cock was straining to become fully erect, each beat of his heart amplified the pain, pushing more blood into it. Ironically, the consistent pain was working to the benefit of the scientists, as it kept his attention and focus, he couldn’t concentrate enough to panic in a way that would mess with his breathing. 

After observing him for a few hours, knowing that the levels of paralytic in his bloodstream were steady, the team of scientists decided to see what would happen if he was exposed to omega heat pheromones in this state. They needed to test this sooner rather than later, because they weren’t sure how long before the hrt would fully take over.

In two test tubes, a robot held a powdered pheromone concentrate and a saline. The robot was moved into Andrew’s room then activated. The alpha employees stayed clear of that wing of the lab, even though all were on olfactory blockers, no one wanted to be the alpha that rampaged.

The pheromone concentrate combined with the saline, and every scientist watching was on the edge of their seats. Andrew’s response was noticeable—which was impressive considering he couldn’t move. He audibly groaned, and then an animalistic noise was heard from him. Zooming the camera in on his cock and its cage, everyone was shocked by what was actively happening.

The cage was cracking. Granted it was made of plastic, but his cock was swelling so much, so aggressively, that it was breaking the fucking cock cage . Andrew’s pupils were lust blown and his noises were insistent. He seemed to be enjoying this. His body thought he was mating and he was being rewarded for it with a cocktail of serotonin and dopamine. He was still paralyzed, a remote TOF response check confirmed that, but no one was foolish enough to go into the room with him until the heat hormones fully dissipated and he was no longer in rut. 

After a few minutes of swelling, the cage wouldn’t let his knot get any larger. Though they couldn’t confirm anything yet, some of the scientists were hypothesizing about why. The hypotheses stopped when the scientists noticed something new was happening: Andrew was orgasming. There was no ejaculation, his balls no longer able to supply sperm, but it was very obvious by the way his cock was jerking the cage. His body decided that being stabbed by plastic barbs and needles was good enough, and decided to release right there. 

His cock was left spasming for several hours, never really deflating as far as the scientists could tell by looking at the screens. Even after his blood monitor confirmed he was no longer experiencing rut and an air content analyzer confirmed the hormones had dissipated, Andrew’s cock had not decreased in size, still bulging through the cracks it made in the cock cage. 

The scientists waited another hour after Andrew was out of rut to be completely safe before Garth was allowed back in.

That’s when several other team members were called in to see exactly why Andrew’s cock did not shrink.

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Andrew’s dick had swollen so aggressively, so fast that it had pierced itself on the cock cage everywhere, and it had done it in such a way that there was no way to just pull it off. The cage would have to be broken into pieces and removed that way. If they were even going to remove it. It took the team a bit to decide what to do about it. 

They decided not to remove the cage. They would spray it down with an astringent and an antiseptic solution, and they would add antibiotics to his IV, and shove a catheter into him, but the team would not remove it. The general theory was all of the testosterone and alpharone he had naturally produced would be out of his system after 2 weeks, at which point his cock should have shrunken at least back to its original size. Then the cage could be removed and replaced, and in the meantime he would deal with the pain from the cage, which news outlets and the government should like a lot. It would be a very showy demonstration of what was yet to come for Andrew.

They took a catheter, lubed it up, and shoved it down mercilessly. Andrew couldn’t even manage to scream. His urethra was swollen, his dick was sensitive and in pain, and a catheter burns in the best of situations, so you can only imagine how it felt to have the tube scrape down his sensitive hole. Then the balloon at the end of it was inflated and his bladder was drained. 

Then the team gave him an enema, a high colonic. He’d never had an enema before, and he’d never had anything enter his asshole either. The tube snaking up his bowls made him need to poop, and bad. Then they turned the water on and he thought he might throw up. He was cramping and sweating as he got hard again in his cage, orgasming several times when some particularly hard cramps rolled through, and the scientists did take note. When the water running out of him was fresh enough to drink, the team sprayed down his dick with the antiseptic and the astringent, which burned like a bitch, and by then it was 9 pm and the team decided to leave him to the night staff, confident he wouldn’t get an infection.

Andrew was in agony, his mouth hurt, his hands hurt, his asshole hurt, his dick h u r t. They had not given him any pain killers, and he didn’t expect they ever would. This was meant to be punishment... No, this was meant to be torture. Andrew’s tears slipped down his face until he blissfully passed out again.

The next two weeks were pretty uneventful compared to the first twelve hours of his punishment. There wasn’t much the scientists could do while he healed from his various surgeries without risking an infection or improper healing. His dressings were checked and changed daily, he refused to look when they unbandaged his hands, not wanting to see the results.

Every day he was strapped down all over, the paralytic stopped until he could weakly move again, then he would spend several hours being electrocuted all over his body. According to a scientist that hadn’t introduced herself, they were making sure his muscles didn’t atrophy by stimulating them. Every day the electricity was adjusted to the highest setting they could put it at, and they would check to see how high it could go by cranking it up until he began involuntarily screaming, then slowly turning it down until he stopped.

The only other thing they really did was every other day they would repeat the omega pheromone experiment to see if anything changed as his hormones did. On day 3, he reacted similarly to the first day, if not slightly more extreme because of his constant erection from the atracurium besylate that he couldn’t touch. He orgasmed again and impaled his cock further. The team had prepared for this by pre-drenching him in an antiseptic and continuing the antibiotics through the IV, but otherwise left him to suffer. When they did it on day 5, it was a slower reaction than the other two days, but he did still swell up to that full size and orgasmed at the end of it. Day 7 he swelled up, but he didn’t seem to orgasm, he just laid there crying but getting no relief or pleasure. The scientists noted this and noted his hormone levels. Day 9 there was less drastic swelling and no orgasm. Day 11 was less swelling than day 9. Day 13 the swelling was minimal. The whole time they noted his rut hormones decreased as his erectile reactions decreased.

On day 14, two weeks after his trial and sentence, things changed.

First his cage was removed. He was still pushed up into all of the spikes, but he was almost permanently flaccid, and the cage was broken from that first day, so they decided to remove it. It wasn’t too hard to break it off of him. The team moved the camera closer and set up a monitor so Andrew could see his dick from all angles. He began weeping.

There were puncture wounds all over it, particularly large ones all around the shaft and head, and dozens of smaller ones where his knot was. These wounds had been held open and in place for weeks, and they had healed. It looked like someone scooped pieces of his flesh off. He knew it had hurt, but it didn’t seem like it hurt enough for it to look like that.

Then the team focused in on his balls. His poor sack, shriveled and leathery and cold. Garth pulled them to the side lightly to show how his sack was already detaching from his body.

After showing his progress from the castration, they unwrapped his hands and he was finally forced to face them. The stitches were coming out today, and it looked bizarre to Andrew. His hands had been healing nicely, no stitches popped, everything held together beautifully. It wasn’t perfectly seamless yet, but his hands were on their way to being perfectly smooth nubs. It didn’t sit right with Andrew. He’d had weeks to process his loss of his fingers, but not having looked at his hands, he was still in denial on some level. This eliminated that completely.

Then the doctors unmuzzled him and removed the gauze and stitches from his mouth, and Andrew was forced to see his lack of teeth and lack of a tongue. It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. Andrew continued sobbing, louder now that his mouth was free. The scientists just sat there and filmed.

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Andrew had finally been forced to see his modifications. 

He cried and cried and cried. Loud sobs that might have gotten old in another context, but were welcome and encouraged in this one. It was vital the public not only saw the physical modifications, but also the mental toll they were having. Andrew was able to cry genuine tears much longer than he thought possible, but he crashed back to reality when he remembered he had constant fluids from his IV keeping him from becoming dehydrated. This just made him cry more. 

Eventually the scientists started the flow of the paralysis inducing drug again, and Andrew stilled, no longer able to move to cry. They were going to continue his modifications, adjusting his body in ways that would make things easier for them. The biggest ones would be about control, the others about humiliation.

The scientists took hold of one of his wrists and marked a single dot over his pisiform (the bone that sticks out on your wrist). It was just about the highest point where it stuck out. They mirrored the mark on his other wrist. Then the torture began.

When they took out his teeth and took off his fingers, they were merciful and sedated him, this time there was no such mercy. They made a slit down to the bone with a scalpel on the dot, not far to go with a thin layer of skin and nearly no muscle or fat, but plenty enough to be incredibly painful. Then they took a drill and began a hole into the bone. It took a moment for the pain to fully hit, but Andrew knew the very second they hit nerves. The drill was removed and a metal rod with a half inch open circle on the end was screwed in (think eye hook, but make it medical). The skin was moved back and stitched into place, wrapping around the rod which stuck out an inch including the small circle. Andrew was in agony and couldn’t seem to find any way to cope. Miraculously he didn’t pass out when they did the other wrist in the same way.

When they healed, these hooks would be permanently embedded in the bones of his wrists, especially impossible to remove for someone with no fingers or teeth. The scientists would be able to hook a leash to them to lead him around, they could clip his wrists together, or attach him to the walls or to the bed. They wouldn’t hold his full weight if they wanted to hang him from something, but it would be incredibly difficult to struggle against something pulling you by the bones.

The next modification would have some practical purposes, but it would also be useful for humiliating him. They pierced through his top and bottom gums where his canines once sat. Not like a dinky piercing you might see on the outer skin of the top gum, but all the way through, moving from the front where his lips were, to the back towards his throat, taking advantage of his lack of teeth. They fitted him with four captive bead rings for the duration of the healing process so he would be able to open and close his mouth, but they planned to eventually put in one large ring that would function similarly to a ring gag, wide enough to hold his mouth open, and fitted in a way that made it almost impossible to remove without specific tools. During the healing process they would ratchet his mouth open for a few hours a day wider and wider, until it was wide enough for them, then they would leave him for longer durations. A few times a day they would clean up his drool and spray down his mouth with saline, but the goal was to have him wearing what was essentially a permanent ring in his mouth keeping it incredibly wide open. The scientists wanted to see how long it would take before his jaw was atrophied enough to prevent him from moving it on his own.

They didn’t explain this to Andrew, though, all previous explanations having been for the camera. Now that the news had their two week update with several hours of footage of him mentally breaking, there was less scrutiny over what was happening, and the scientists didn’t feel like talking to their new experiment. So all Andrew knew was his wrists hurt more than he thought possible, and that he now had at least 4 very painful mouth piercings, the placement of which he couldn’t understand.

The scientists then moved onto his ass, untouched for the most part, aside from the occasional enema. Andrew had stopped going into rut when he smelled omega heat pheromones, and they wanted to see if they could trigger a heat for Andrew, someone with only alpha genetics. It was a long shot, it had never been tried and recorded before on anyone who didn’t have omega genes (probably because of ethics or something no longer applicable because Andrew was no longer human), but it was a theory they all shared, and since they could try, they might as well. The scientist at his ass took out a 500 mL syringe filled with a cloudy white substance. Sniffing, Andrew gagged at the potent scent of another alpha’s rut cum. The scientist lubed the tip then proceeded to insert it into Andrew, then they slowly emptied all of the cum into his bowels. When it was empty, they put a finger in his hole before being handed the next syringe, filled by a different alpha in rut, already lubed. This one was also emptied. After the 5th time, all from different alphas in rut, Andrew felt like he would burst, cramps wracked his body. The scientists stopped, and Andrew was ready to be allowed to push all of the foreign cum from his guts, but instead he felt something new poking at his asshole. It was blunt and kind of hard, the width of maybe 3 fingers, and it was being pushed in. 

When it entered, Andrew couldn’t fight it, his muscles still paralyzed, but his brain was absolutely screaming, every instinct telling him how wrong it was for him, a pure blood alpha from the Bendtsen lines, one expressing one of the rarest wolf traits, to have the contents of other alphas’ ruts inside his asshole, and now if was being held in by a plug. Then things got worse for him: it wasn’t a plain old butt plug, it was an artificial knotting dildo. 

These dildos were usually used when an omega was in heat and weren’t being actively knotted by an alpha. They would vibrate and spasm and jackhammer all of their own accord, for as long as they were left on, but that wasn’t their main feature. The main feature is in the name: knotting dildo. The dildo would inflate until a certain external pressure was placed on it, stop for a while, deflate a tiny bit, then immediately take advantage of the extra give and inflate even bigger than before. And this could and would go on for hours. Omegas with alphas would use this during the alpha’s refractory period, and omegas without alphas would use these through their entire estrus period (between 4-21 days, averaging 9), taking breaks every 5 hours or so for about half an hour at a time. These things were built for long term use.

The scientist plugged it into the outlet, turned it on to the “single calibration” setting, then hit start. It began vibrating and twitching and wriggling around, all the while expanding slowly at the base. The only things ever in Andrew’s ass before this were the enemas he was getting there in the facility, so to now be packed full of cum and a toy with a mind of its own was overwhelming to say the least. It kept bumping his prostate, but Andrew did not get erect. He moaned in sheer pleasure, but his dick was soft. The device automatically shut off after 10 minutes, but the scientist set it to stay inflated. They would start it when they left for the night, then add synthetic heat hormones into Andrew’s IV in the morning, making sure the alphas were cleared out of this wing for all of tomorrow for their own safety (multiple alphas meeting when one omega ws in heat almost always lead to someone's death). It would be fascinating to see if he could have a heat.

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The toy was turned on at about 5 pm when the scientists “left” for the night (some stayed behind to watch Andrew, but they were off the clock). 

It kept wiggling and vibrating and hitting his prostate, the dildo’s knot holding it in such a way that it couldn’t miss. At about an hour and a half in, Andrew had his first orgasm. His body felt incredible, if he wasn’t actively being paralyzed by drugs, it would've been a toe curling, eyes rolling back, and loud enough to wake the neighbors moaning, type of orgasm. Because he couldn’t move, he just moaned. The toy kept going, the randomized movement constantly hitting different areas of his prostate. After 5 minutes he was still blissed out and cumming, after 10 it began to hurt, and at 15 he was crying. His body had only ever done maybe one minute orgasms, maybe. 

Because Andrew’s body couldn’t fight back (though with the size of the knot, there wasn’t much fighting to be done), he was forced to endure as his prostate was brutalized. If it was just vibrations, even if they were changing levels, he could’ve gotten used to it, nerves going numb, but this toy was made to move at random, wiggling and thrusting, and vibrate at different levels and in different patterns. It would occasionally stop completely, and every time Andrew hoped that the motor had burned out or something, but less than 3 minutes later it would start again. 

About an hour after his first orgasm Andrew felt himself enjoying the stimulation again. This time it took about 2 hours to cum, but this time after only 2 minutes he was in pain again, his nerves unable to handle more stimulation. But handle it they would. He wasn’t going anywhere until at least 8 AM. 

Around 2 AM he passed out after cumming a fourth time. His brain no longer able to process the amount of signals being sent. He woke at 4 when he was cumming again, and now he began screaming. He could think of nothing. He could feel nothing but his prostate. He had been continuously leaking tears for hours, sweating for hours. He was lucky that he had an IV in, otherwise he would’ve shriveled up.

A scientist came into his room at 8:30 the next morning. They could’ve turned the dildo off at any point that night, but because his vitals looked good enough, they left him to suffer. The scientist that came in was Garth. 

Garth turned the toy off, but didn’t deflate it. He let Andrew sit there, slowly becoming more and more aware of how large it was inside of him. Andrew was by no means coherent, but the lack of stimulation made other feelings seem more intense, and he finally realized how much pain his bowels were in. It no longer just felt like he desperately needed to shit, it felt like his anal cavity was being pulled apart. 

The toy was programmed to inflate to a very specific psi then stop, this prevented it from getting too large for an omega on the smaller side, but it ensured it would be large enough for the rare beta that went through heats, all without accidentally causing damage from inflating too much. The toy would occasionally let a very small amount of air out while continuing to move around in its various ways, which would cause the body to relax a bit more so the toy could reach an even bigger size when it inflated more a few seconds later. Because Andrew’s muscles were paralyzed, he physically couldn’t be more relaxed. So the toy would inflate, stretch him out, deflate without him being able to contract his muscles, then inflate again, able to gain more ground because he was stretched out and the psi limit took longer to reach again. The toy was technically able to reach the size of a basketball without bursting. It wasn’t that extreme with Andrew, but it was close, with a circumference of about 25 inches around at its widest, a diameter of about 8 inches. The design of the toy meant his asshole was almost entirely unstretched, aside from the 1 inch part of the bottom that was attached to the base.

Garth tugged at the toy, and it was so solidly embedded that it was like tugging on his leg. He decided not to deflate it or turn it back on, but he did turn off the paralysis drug. He added synthetic heat hormones to the drip, then left, locking the door behind him, even though Andrew was still bound to the bed.

It was pretty obvious when the heat hormones kicked in for Andrew. His hormone levels were essentially that of a biological omega, an XX one at that. Omegas in general have higher levels of estrogen and omegen, even XY ones, but XY ones do still have higher levels of testosterone, only slightly lower than a beta’s, when not in heat or pregnant. Andrew’s hrt drip consisted of estrogen, omegen, and progesterone, relying on his adrenal glands for any testosterone he would have in him to avoid overpowering the omega hormones in any way.

An omega would normally have a time called proestrus which was similar to a period in a beta or alpha, where their body was getting prepared for pregnancy, then when they reached a certain level of internal preparation, their hormones would shift and take them into estrus, more commonly just called heat. Andrew’s body was not producing any of those hormones itself, so instead of a build up to a heat, it just hit flat out when the hormonal concoction was added to his IV.

Andrew’s pupils dilated and he became much more vocal, which wasn’t loud, considering how long he had been screaming in pain. He was trying to say words, but none of it was coherent considering he had no tongue nor teeth. He was strapped down enough that he really couldn’t move. He couldn’t touch his dick, which was now standing at full attention, purple and throbbing, and he couldn’t touch his ass to get stimulation. He was beginning to get more movement back, and soon he started moving the only way he could: internally. He began clenching around the toy as hard as he could, trying to suck it in deeper, or move it around, or something… Anything! He needed stimulation! He wasn’t getting it that way, though. The dildo and the sperm it was holding in him weren’t quite enough to push him over the edge, and he was so close that even the slightest breeze across his dick would have been enough. But he was in a very controlled environment, he was being held very still, and there was absolutely nothing to bring him over the edge. 

While unintelligible, his pleas were clear.

And nothing would be done about it.

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The scientists wanted to see what kind of toll a heat like this would take on an alpha’s body. He wouldn’t get any relief from anything, which he would survive, despite his body’s adamant protest, but it would be an extreme heat. They had the hormones at the very high end of what was normal, and it was very rare to have an omega go through a heat with no stimulation.

An hour in and Andrew had begun shaking. His whole body quivering with need. He wished he was dead. He wished he could touch his cock. He wished someone would come fuck his ass raw. It was a new thought that never would’ve passed through his head when he was still a person, but it didn’t shock him or anything; he needed something to get him through this, and currently he had nothing. 

He tried clenching down on the toy some more, and when his body released, he accidentally pushed… And the toy moved. He pushed again, on purpose this time, and while it did nothing for his dick or prostate, his asshole itself was getting stimulation. He was one push away from orgasm when someone came into the room. The door opening distracted him and before he could go back to pushing, he found himself unable to move. The scientists noticed he found a way to stimulate himself, and had started the paralysis drugs back up remotely, then sent someone down to stop him from being able to continue. The scientist jabbed a needle into his mons, and suddenly his crotch was going numb. His libido was still at max, but now he had no hope of getting off using his dick. The scientist then stood still and waited, looking at their watch, and when three minutes had passed, they walked out of the room and came back with a bucket of ice water. They dumped it on Andrew with no hesitation, taking advantage of his shock, they pressed a button on the dildo and it rapidly deflated until it was small enough to be tugged free. They then injected more local anesthetic into the ring of his anus, then they shoved a tube with a couple of hand pumps coming off of it into his ass. It was a double bardex enema head (an extra large one, at that), which they began inflating internally. When it was as big as it would go, they inflated the external one just as full. There was absolutely no moving the thing, and there was no way for Andrew to unpinch his asshole from between the two balloons. He would not be getting any more stimulation anally.

Switching the dildo to a tool used for enemas wasn’t a loss at all. The scientist hooked up a very large white bag to the tube coming out of it. The enema hose was switched on and the scientist left. An hour later and Andrew had drained the bag, it was actually clear, it had just been full of a white liquid. The contents of which Andrew could not puzzle out. (Spoiler: it was more cum)

The same scientist came back, clamped the tube, then shut off the paralysis drugs, and left. Andrew was beginning to get feeling back in his dick around the time the cramps from the enema hit. He was fuller than he’d ever been, and now his muscles could react, but they were unable to accomplish anything, the double bardex unable to budge in the slightest.

He began trembling again. This time there really was nothing he could do to try to get off, so he laid there, hips moving of their own accord with any give they could get, lust crazed. 

The scientists left him like that for a full week. Pumped full of cum from at least a dozen different alphas, his bladder automatically taken care of, his body not craving food because of his heat. 

Not allowed to orgasm.

After that week, they flushed the cum out of his ass, and were shocked to find that his ass was producing its own slick. They took samples and sent them to an alpha free lab. Andrew was of course paralyzed during this. Seeing this very promising development, and noting that he was definitely going through a real heat, the scientists decided to step it up a notch. They were going to let Andrew get fucked, but only if it was by an omega, and he would have to “beg” for it. Andrew had shown his true colors to the world, and those colors consisted of thinking his wants were more important than the lives of 6 people, and the safety of hundreds of others (he only reached 45 omegas, but each facility has hundreds, if not thousands, of omegas every day). He showed that he thought he was above omegas, and that they were objects. It was time to really hammer home that he was wrong. 

The media was contacted, and the team arranged another livestream of Andrew being broken. It would be a drastic change from the alpha that had swaggered into the heat house. 

The team decided their smallest member, Khalil, an XYOOoo omega, would be the one. 

Khalil had gone through his first heat and then a pregnancy as an 8 year old, which permanently sealed the caps of his bones, preventing him from growing any taller. He was only about 4’2”, and even though his penis was actually a bit large for his body proportionally, it was much smaller than even the average XY omega. It was almost nothing compared to Andrew, a full gene alpha who stood at 6’9”. And this combination was perfect, a small submissive looking omega got to be the one to decide when and if Andrew came.

But because of Andrew’s heat, and because he hadn’t been allowed to orgasm at all for a full week during it, that almost nothing would become his whole world.

Khalil didn’t have it out for all alphas, but he did have a deep seated hatred for one’s who took advantage of omegas’ heats, so his role suited him just fine, and he was going to have a lot of fun with it.

Andrew’s paralysis drug was cut, and when he showed signs of moving again, Khalil entered, the camera already set up and turned on in the room. He walked straight to Andrew, not unusual for a team member, but that changed very quickly. Khalil moved so fast you wouldn’t know he had moved at all if it wasn’t for Andrew’s howl. Khalil had hit Andrew’s dick, a slap that wasn’t even long enough to make Andrew orgasm, a difficult thing to do considering how touch starved his penis was. Khalil had hit Andrew to get his attention, and he definitely had it.

“Shut up. You are not to do anything at all unless it is a direct order, if you do, I will cut your penis into four separate pieces lengthwise, then pierce all the way down each one, then you will spend a month with all four attached to electrodes, zapping your pathetic slices of meat. Are we clear?” He waited until Andrew nodded, the fear in his eyes competing with lust. “We have decided to stimulate you today, but only if you can demonstrate how desperate you are. You will only be allowed to orgasm if you beg me to fuck you. And even then, only if I think you truly need it. You may beg now.”

At the thought of being allowed to cum, Andrew’s prick turned purple. He wanted to fight the idea of an omega topping him, he wanted to be strong and hold out, prove that an alpha like him couldn’t be broken, but in truth, he was broken. He had been erect for a week, pumped full of hormones that made him need sex more than sleeping or eating or drinking or anything else, and he was finally going to get the chance. He hesitated for half a second, during which Khalil turned and began walking toward the door. He began babbling and crying, pleading tones. None of it was understandable because his mouth no longer had a tongue nor teeth, which he had forgotten about briefly. 

Khalil paused and simply said: “If you can hesitate, you do not need it.” Then he left.

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Andrew was left hysterically shouting and sobbing and pleading. Internally cursing himself for pausing. Andrew cried and begged into the abyss for the next hour, growing quieter, almost as if whispering a prayer. When his mouth was still moving but no sounds could be heard, Khalil entered again, and immediately shushed Andrew before he could start pleading again.

“You are to be silent now,” Andrew’s mouth snapped shut, remembering the threat from earlier. Khalil walked towards Andrew who stiffened, but relaxed slightly when Khalil stopped just short of him. 

“We have decided you are not ready yet. You will wait another week, this time with nothing in you. We will be adding the pheromones of an alpha in rut until day 5, then you will sit with absolutely nothing for two more days. Then we will see if you still hesitate. You may make sounds after I have left.”

Andrew had tears running down his face, but he didn’t dare sob until Khalil was gone. The dam burst when the lock clicked. Loud, messy sobs wracked his body, his dick more painfully erect than ever because he was thinking of sex with the pretty little omega, and now that he could project his fantasies onto someone, they became much more intense. Then the room began smelling very different, and Andrew’s cock seemed ready to explode. He was reacting to alpha pheromones, but he couldn’t see an alpha anywhere. His mind unable to think even the simplest thoughts, completely clouded by lust as his body pumped out very intense omega pheromones in response. He began whimpering and moaning, his hole winking in desperation. He couldn’t understand why the alpha wasn’t fucking him yet. He couldn’t comprehend that there wasn’t an alpha.

Andrew was left shaking and sobbing on camera, the news outlets picking and choosing their favorite clips of Andrew’s suffering. Some were a bit irritated that Andrew hadn’t been fucked yet, but most were perfectly willing to wait until the month mark for Andrew’s next major update.

Andrew spent the next week unable to think of anything but being fucked. No one could say what was worse for him: sitting in the presence of alpha pheromones and having no stimulation, or dealing with the anguish and heartbreak of the “alpha” leaving without fucking him. He wasn’t able to bring any logic into his brain, so all he could think was that there was something really wrong with him to make the alpha leave. 

When the week was up, Khalil returned. He didn’t have to warn Andrew to be quiet, Andrew was so out of it he couldn’t even register Khalil’s presence. Khalil went to Andrew’s face and slapped it. Andrew didn’t even flinch, he merely moved his eyes to look at Khalil. Khalil asked very loudly and clearly: “Are you ready to beg to be fucked? Nod or shake your head. Do not make a sound.”

Andrew was so out of it he couldn’t keep up with what Khalil said. Khalil gave him more time to answer, seeing that Andrew was trying incredibly hard to comprehend what he’d said, but when it finally clicked and Andrew nodded, Khalil simply shook his head and tutted, “You still hesitate. What a shame. I will let you beg anyway, then we will see. Beg.” Andrew began crying and pleading and moaning and whining, any noises that he thought might get his point across. The way Khalil had phrased it intentionally set Andrew up to think that he had messed up again and that he would wait another week, but in reality, the whole team agreed that Andrew was ready, and they had anticipated Andrew’s sluggish response. Khalil let Andrew panic and plead for 5 minutes, and eternity for Andrew in this state, before he turned around and left the room. He was going to get two different spreader bars, one for Andrew’s ankles, and one designed specially for the hooks in his wrists. This was going to be the first day they were tested out as the skin had healed. Andrew didn’t know any of this and began sobbing hysterically, he thought his chance was lost. He would wait another agonizing week. 

Khalil returned with a few BBbb betas in tow. They were all on the taller, more muscular side, and they didn’t have to smell Andrew’s pheromones. The betas worked efficiently, attaching his ankles to the bar, then hooking his wrists to the other. They lifted Andrew out of the bed, very careful to not let anything touch his dick, and they flipped him over into a proper presenting pose, placing his knees on then strapping them to two raised platforms that held his ass at just the right height. They attached the bars to carefully placed hooks in the floor, then left Andrew to Khalil. 

Andrew was a sight to see. He was essentially doing the downward facing dog pose, but his knees were bent and each sat on their own raised block. Andrew still had to focus on keeping his balance, but he was at the perfect height for Khalil to fuck him while standing, and in a position where he absolutely couldn’t stimulate himself. 

“We have decided that you are ready. You may orgasm whenever you need to, and make as many sounds as you want to.”

Khalil took out his dick and walked to Andrew’s asshole. He didn’t bother with prep because Andrew was producing slick, and because his dick was probably smaller than Andrew’s thumbs were. He shoved in and began thrusting. He would get himself off, and what happened next would depend on Andrew.

At Khalil’s first thrust, Andrew moaned deeply. He whined and squealed, but as pent up as he was, Khalil just wasn’t hitting deep enough inside to trigger an orgasm, and Khalil definitely wasn’t stimulating Andrew’s dick. Andrew couldn’t get off this way. Khalil was having a fine time of it though. He didn’t often get a chance to top, not having a partner was by choice because he wasn’t a fan of penetration, and no one seemed to understand how an omega like him wouldn’t love taking it. After a few minutes, Khalil finished inside of Andrew and pulled out.

“You did not cum. That is unfortunate for you. I will give you a choice. You can cum but your heat will last another week, or you do not get to cum and we stop tomorrow. Nod if you want to cum.” Andrew didn’t let himself hesitate, he needed to cum. He nodded vigorously.

“Okay. Beg me to let you have a heat for another week. Beg me to let you cum.”

And Andrew begged. He begged for the whole world to see, because this was live. 

After letting him beg for about a minute, Khalil turned and got something. It was the knotting dildo Andrew had grown to hate. Khalil shoved it into Andrew and turned it on. It triggered Andrew’s orgasm almost immediately. Andrew spasmed and twitched and panted, held in place in a presenting position by the restraints. It was the best orgasm Andrew had ever had, and it was going to last for a very long time. Some omegas had been recorded having a continuous orgasm through their entire 3 week long heat. Having an orgasm for a week was very probable.

The cameras kept rolling, and so did Andrew’s orgasm.