The academy halls reeked of cologne and cheap gym socks—all boys, no girls, only the savage pecking order. Kaito, the head alpha, sprawled in the leather throne of the common room, his cock half-hard from the view. Beneath the desk, Ryo knelt on the cold tile, his trembling lips already wrapped around Kaito's thick shaft.

Ryo's tongue lapped the salty pre-cum, savoring every bitter drop. "Suck it dry, omega scum," Kaito grunted, fingers threading through Ryo's soft black hair, forcing his head lower. Ryo gagged, throat contracting around the crown, desperate to please, his own tiny cock twitching uselessly in his skinny jeans. He inhaled, letting his puckered hole clench around nothing—begging for its turn.

The other alphas watched from their own thrones, each with a nerdish omega boy straddling or kneeling in shame. They laughed, high-fiving as their omegas serviced them like cheap cocksleeves. Ryo moaned, the oily slick sliding down his chin, his eyes tearing up as Kaito pistoned his hips, stuffing his mouth full.

By nightfall, the dormitory glowed with dim amber bulbs. Kaito's room smelled of sweat and leather. Ryo stood naked, ass slightly spread, presenting his virgin hole like an offering. The omega's breath hitched, heart pounding, as Kaito cracked his knuckles and stepped closer.

"On the bed, fours, ass up," Kaito commanded. Ryo obeyed instantly, his cheek against the pillow, thighs trembling, his tight pink pucker