The stale scent of old paper and lemon-scented cleaner filled Jeff’s lungs as he ran the dust mop across the library’s worn linoleum floor. Another thrilling Friday night, he thought, the silence broken only by the soft swish-swish of the mop. He’d graduated top of his class six months ago, and this was his victory lap. A janitor. He sighed, pushing the mop towards the sci-fi/fantasy section.A loud thwack shattered the quiet. A heavy, leather-bound tome had somehow flung itself from the highest shelf, landing splayed open at his feet. Weird. He bent down, his knees cracking a protest. The book was old, its cover blank. The pages it had fallen open to were torn right down the middle, the parchment rough under his fingertips.A sudden, violent tug behind his navel yanked him forward. The world dissolved into a nauseating swirl of color and light, the library floor falling away beneath him. He was spinning, tumbling end over end through a vortex of sensation, a scream trapped in his throat.The disorienting whirl ceased as abruptly as it began. He landed on something soft and yielding. Blinking, his vision cleared. The sterile library was gone. He was in a vast, opulent chamber that looked like a cross between a Roman bathhouse and a decadent art gallery. Marble columns reached towards a vaulted, frescoed ceiling, and the air was thick with a cloying, musky perfume.And he wasn’t alone.His brain struggled to process the sight. Dozens of people—beautiful, sculpted people—milled about completely naked. His cheeks flushed hot. But the details... the details were all wrong.To his left, a group of stunningly built men and women—Alphas, his mind supplied, though he didn't know how—practiced a slow, meditative dance. Their bodies were sheer perfection, muscles coiled under smooth skin. And between their legs… Jeff’s eyes widened. Holy shit. They were all hung like stallions, thick, proud cocks swaying with their movements, each one crowned by a substantial, swollen knot at the base.Before he could even process that, his gaze was dragged to the right. Another group, just as naked. Their bodies were softer, curved where the Alphas were hard. They had the lean muscle of dancers but with the unmistakable swell of breasts and the gentle curve of hips. Omegas. They knelt on plush cushions, but it was what they were doing that stole the breath from Jeff’s lungs. Each one had a large, knotted dildo, a perfect replica of the Alpha’s anatomy, protruding from between their legs. They weren't just holding them; the toys were buried deep inside them, the artificial knots visibly stretching their entrances as they shifted their weight. Their faces were serene, blissful, as if the constant fullness was a meditation.A wave of that addictive, musky scent washed over him, and he realized it was coming from them—a sweet, slick aroma that made his head feel light.“A new arrival? And straight into the finishing chambers? How unconventional.”The voice was a smooth, melodic baritone. Jeff scrambled to his feet, his cheap janitor’s uniform feeling like a grotesque costume. The man who approached him was an Omega, maybe a few years older than him. He was breathtaking, with high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes the color of dark honey. His chest was defined, leading to a pair of perfect, pink nipples perched atop a well-toned pectoral muscle, and a flat stomach that curved down to a neatly trimmed thatch of hair and the glistening lips of a pussy. Strapped around his hips was a leather harness, and from it, a large, violet-hued knotted dildo emerged, its base nestled snugly against him. It was clearly inside him.“I—what is this place?” Jeff stammered, his voice cracking.The Omega smiled, a knowing, sensual curve of his mouth. “This is the Aethelstan Finishing Academy. I am Cyrus. And you,” he said, circling Jeff with an appraising look that made his skin prickle, “are an unfortunate mess. But your scent… it’s remarkably pure. Untrained, but potent.” He stopped in front of Jeff. “You are an Omega. Can you not feel it? The emptiness? The ache?”As Cyrus said it, Jeff did feel something. A strange, hollow longing low in his belly, a physical need that was completely foreign. It was faint, but undeniable. He felt a twitch between his own legs, a confused throb that was utterly at odds with the male anatomy he’d had all his life.“The Alphas here are taught to serve,” Cyrus purred, gesturing to the magnificent men across the room, who now watched their interaction with submissive, hungry eyes. “But we Omegas are taught to take. To need. Our bodies are designed for it. We require the seed of an Alpha to thrive. Without it…” He trailed off, his hand drifting to his own stomach. “Well, distress is a gentle word for it.”Cyrus stepped closer, his scent enveloping Jeff. It was incredible, making that hollow ache in Jeff’s gut intensify into a distinct, throbbing want. “The lesson today is on recognizing the proper swell of a knot. On welcoming it. You are far behind, but I suppose I can provide a… private tutorial.”Jeff’s mind was a whirlwind of panic and a shocking, rising tide of arousal. This was insane. Impossible. But the sight of Cyrus, the feel of that phantom emptiness, the intoxicating smell—it was all short-circuiting his rational thought.Cyrus didn’t wait for an answer. He took Jeff’s hand and placed it on the smooth, cool surface of the violet toy. “Feel that, little one? That is promise. That is fullness.” He guided Jeff’s hand down its length to the thick, bulbous knot at its base. “And this… this is completion.”With his other hand, Cyrus deftly unbuttoned Jeff’s janitor trousers, pushing them down along with his underwear. Jeff shuddered, exposed and vulnerable. Cyrus’s eyes flickered down, a flicker of surprise and then deep, deep hunger crossing his features. “Oh. Interesting. A blank canvas.”Before Jeff could question it, Cyrus gently pushed him back onto the soft mound of cushions he’d landed on. He knelt between Jeff’s legs, his movements fluid and sure. He produced a small vial of iridescent oil from a nearby shelf, warming it in his hands.“The first lesson is openness,” Cyrus murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He poured the oil, and Jeff gasped as warm, slick fingers circled his entrance. His entrance. It shouldn’t be there. It wasn’t there. But the sensation was unmistakable, electric, and devastatingly real. Cyrus’s finger pressed gently, and Jeff’s back arched off the cushion as a pleasure so sharp it was almost pain lanced through him.“There now,” Cyrus soothed. “That’s it. Let go. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is reluctant.”A second finger joined the first, stretching him, the oil making every movement a slick, delicious torment. Jeff was panting now, his hands fisting in the cushions. The hollow ache was being filled, replaced by a building pressure, a need for more.“Please,” Jeff breathed, the word escaping him before he could stop it.Cyrus smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “Please, what, little Omega?”“I… I need…”“You need to be filled,” Cyrus finished for him, withdrawing his fingers. Jeff whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Cyrus positioned himself, the head of the violet toy pressing against Jeff’s slick, stretched opening. “You need to feel this knot seat itself inside you. You need to remember what your body is for.”He pushed forward.Jeff cried out, a strangled, wanton sound. The toy was immense, so much bigger than the fingers. It stretched him exquisitely, a burning, perfect fullness that his body clung to. Cyrus rocked his hips, each movement dragging the smooth silicone over a spot inside Jeff that made stars burst behind his eyelids.“Yes… take it… take all of it,” Cyrus encouraged, his own breath hitching. Sweat gleamed on his chest. “You feel so good. So tight and new.”He pushed deeper, deeper, until the thick base of the toy pressed insistently against Jeff’s rim. “This is it,” Cyrus groaned, his voice strained. “This is what you crave. Now… accept it.”With one final, relentless thrust, he seated the knot.Jeff’s world exploded into white-hot pleasure. The thick, bulbous knot popped past his resistance, lodging itself deep inside him, stretching him to his absolute limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a constant, throbbing pressure that ignited every nerve ending. He came apart, a wordless scream on his lips as his body convulsed, a dry, astonishing orgasm wracking through him from the sheer intensity of the penetration. He was pinned, full, owned by the toy and by the beautiful man controlling it.Cyrus watched him, a look of profound satisfaction on his face as he gently ground the harness, making the knot tug and shift inside Jeff’s convulsing channel. “There. See? You are an Omega. This is your purpose.”Jeff could only gasp, his body singing with a pleasure so profound it felt like a rebirth. Cyrus leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Jeff’s ear, his scent intoxicating.“That was just a toy, little one,” he whispered. “Just wait until you feel a real Alpha’s knot.”

Jeff, a janitor, was suddenly transported from the library to an opulent chamber filled with naked Alphas and Omegas. An Omega named Cyrus informed Jeff that he was an Omega and proceeded to use a large, knotted dildo to demonstrate the pleasure of being filled. Jeff experienced intense, overwhelming pleasure and accepted the knot inside him.

The stale scent of old paper and lemon-scented cleaner filled Jeff’s lungs as he ran the dust mop across the library’s worn linoleum floor. _Another thrilling Friday night_, he thought, the silence broken only by the soft _swish-swish_ of the mop. He’d graduated top of his class six months ago, and this was his victory lap. A janitor. He sighed, pushing the mop towards the sci-fi/fantasy section.

A loud _thwack_ shattered the quiet. A heavy, leather-bound tome had somehow flung itself from the highest shelf, landing splayed open at his feet. _Weird_. He bent down, his knees cracking a protest. The book was old, its cover blank. The pages it had fallen open to were torn right down the middle, the parchment rough under his fingertips.

A sudden, violent tug behind his navel yanked him forward. The world dissolved into a nauseating swirl of color and light, the library floor falling away beneath him. He was spinning, tumbling end over end through a vortex of sensation, a scream trapped in his throat.

The disorienting whirl ceased as abruptly as it began. He landed on something soft and yielding. Blinking, his vision cleared. The sterile library was gone. He was in a vast, opulent chamber that looked like a cross between a Roman bathhouse and a decadent art gallery. Marble columns reached towards a vaulted, frescoed ceiling, and the air was thick with a cloying, musky perfume.

And he wasn’t alone.

His brain struggled to process the sight. Dozens of people—beautiful, sculpted people—milled about completely naked. His cheeks flushed hot. But the details... the details were all wrong.

To his left, a group of stunningly built men and women—Alphas, his mind supplied, though he didn't know how—practiced a slow, meditative dance. Their bodies were sheer perfection, muscles coiled under smooth skin. And between their legs… Jeff’s eyes widened. _Holy shit._ They were all hung like stallions, thick, proud cocks swaying with their movements, each one crowned by a substantial, swollen knot at the base.

Before he could even process that, his gaze was dragged to the right. Another group, just as naked. Their bodies were softer, curved where the Alphas were hard. They had the lean muscle of dancers but with the unmistakable swell of breasts and the gentle curve of hips. Omegas. They knelt on plush cushions, but it was what they were doing that stole the breath from Jeff’s lungs. Each one had a large, knotted dildo, a perfect replica of the Alpha’s anatomy, protruding from between their legs. They weren't just holding them; the toys were buried deep inside them, the artificial knots visibly stretching their entrances as they shifted their weight. Their faces were serene, blissful, as if the constant fullness was a meditation.

A wave of that addictive, musky scent washed over him, and he realized it was coming from them—a sweet, slick aroma that made his head feel light.

“A new arrival? And straight into the finishing chambers? How unconventional.”

The voice was a smooth, melodic baritone. Jeff scrambled to his feet, his cheap janitor’s uniform feeling like a grotesque costume. The man who approached him was an Omega, maybe a few years older than him. He was breathtaking, with high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes the color of dark honey. His chest was defined, leading to a pair of perfect, pink nipples perched atop a well-toned pectoral muscle, and a flat stomach that curved down to a neatly trimmed thatch of hair and the glistening lips of a pussy. Strapped around his hips was a leather harness, and from it, a large, violet-hued knotted dildo emerged, its base nestled snugly against him. It was clearly inside him.

“I—what is this place?” Jeff stammered, his voice cracking.

The Omega smiled, a knowing, sensual curve of his mouth. “This is the Aethelstan Finishing Academy. I am Cyrus. And you,” he said, circling Jeff with an appraising look that made his skin prickle, “are an unfortunate mess. But your scent… it’s remarkably pure. Untrained, but potent.” He stopped in front of Jeff. “You are an Omega. Can you not feel it? The emptiness? The ache?”

As Cyrus said it, Jeff _did_ feel something. A strange, hollow longing low in his belly, a physical need that was completely foreign. It was faint, but undeniable. He felt a twitch between his own legs, a confused throb that was utterly at odds with the male anatomy he’d had all his life.

“The Alphas here are taught to serve,” Cyrus purred, gesturing to the magnificent men across the room, who now watched their interaction with submissive, hungry eyes. “But we Omegas are taught to _take_. To need. Our bodies are designed for it. We require the seed of an Alpha to thrive. Without it…” He trailed off, his hand drifting to his own stomach. “Well, distress is a gentle word for it.”

Cyrus stepped closer, his scent enveloping Jeff. It was incredible, making that hollow ache in Jeff’s gut intensify into a distinct, throbbing want. “The lesson today is on recognizing the proper swell of a knot. On welcoming it. You are far behind, but I suppose I can provide a… private tutorial.”

Jeff’s mind was a whirlwind of panic and a shocking, rising tide of arousal. This was insane. Impossible. But the sight of Cyrus, the feel of that phantom emptiness, the intoxicating smell—it was all short-circuiting his rational thought.

Cyrus didn’t wait for an answer. He took Jeff’s hand and placed it on the smooth, cool surface of the violet toy. “Feel that, little one? That is promise. That is fullness.” He guided Jeff’s hand down its length to the thick, bulbous knot at its base. “And this… this is _completion_.”

With his other hand, Cyrus deftly unbuttoned Jeff’s janitor trousers, pushing them down along with his underwear. Jeff shuddered, exposed and vulnerable. Cyrus’s eyes flickered down, a flicker of surprise and then deep, deep hunger crossing his features. “Oh. _Interesting_. A blank canvas.”

Before Jeff could question it, Cyrus gently pushed him back onto the soft mound of cushions he’d landed on. He knelt between Jeff’s legs, his movements fluid and sure. He produced a small vial of iridescent oil from a nearby shelf, warming it in his hands.

“The first lesson is openness,” Cyrus murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He poured the oil, and Jeff gasped as warm, slick fingers circled his entrance. _His entrance._ It shouldn’t be there. It _wasn’t_ there. But the sensation was unmistakable, electric, and devastatingly real. Cyrus’s finger pressed gently, and Jeff’s back arched off the cushion as a pleasure so sharp it was almost pain lanced through him.

“There now,” Cyrus soothed. “That’s it. Let go. Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is reluctant.”

A second finger joined the first, stretching him, the oil making every movement a slick, delicious torment. Jeff was panting now, his hands fisting in the cushions. The hollow ache was being filled, replaced by a building pressure, a need for _more_.

“Please,” Jeff breathed, the word escaping him before he could stop it.

Cyrus smiled, his eyes dark with desire. “Please, what, little Omega?”

“I… I need…”

“You need to be filled,” Cyrus finished for him, withdrawing his fingers. Jeff whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Cyrus positioned himself, the head of the violet toy pressing against Jeff’s slick, stretched opening. “You need to feel this knot seat itself inside you. You need to remember what your body is for.”

He pushed forward.

Jeff cried out, a strangled, wanton sound. The toy was immense, so much bigger than the fingers. It stretched him exquisitely, a burning, perfect fullness that his body clung to. Cyrus rocked his hips, each movement dragging the smooth silicone over a spot inside Jeff that made stars burst behind his eyelids.

“Yes… take it… take all of it,” Cyrus encouraged, his own breath hitching. Sweat gleamed on his chest. “You feel so good. So tight and new.”

He pushed deeper, deeper, until the thick base of the toy pressed insistently against Jeff’s rim. “This is it,” Cyrus groaned, his voice strained. “This is what you crave. Now… _accept it_.”

With one final, relentless thrust, he seated the knot.

Jeff’s world exploded into white-hot pleasure. The thick, bulbous knot popped past his resistance, lodging itself deep inside him, stretching him to his absolute limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a constant, throbbing pressure that ignited every nerve ending. He came apart, a wordless scream on his lips as his body convulsed, a dry, astonishing orgasm wracking through him from the sheer intensity of the penetration. He was pinned, full, owned by the toy and by the beautiful man controlling it.

Cyrus watched him, a look of profound satisfaction on his face as he gently ground the harness, making the knot tug and shift inside Jeff’s convulsing channel. “There. See? You are an Omega. This is your purpose.”

Jeff could only gasp, his body singing with a pleasure so profound it felt like a rebirth. Cyrus leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Jeff’s ear, his scent intoxicating.

“That was just a toy, little one,” he whispered. “Just wait until you feel a _real_ Alpha’s knot.”

Gay world.

Jeff, He graduated school and became a janitor. One day while cleaning the library a book suddenly dropped from a shelf, on picking it up, he found out it was torn, and then he was transported into an alternate universe.



He is in an alpha/omega finishing school where they teach the poor under class to be good omegas and alphas. The walk around with big knotted dildos in their ass and them naked with boobs swinging. They have pussies.

Alphas walk around naked with their big dicks and fat knots swinging.



Omegas have boobs and pussy and curves and they need to their alphas cum regularly or they become distressed.



The Alphas are trained to be submissive to rich omegas that will later purchase them as breeding tools for their big knots

While the omegas are trained to take dick given by the rich alphas 



The omegas are sluts for the dicks they get during classes



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Awakening the Omega's Forbidden Knots

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