I can't stop from groaning as I drop into my plush leather sofa with a glass of scotch in my hand. It's after eleven and I'm fucking exhausted. I haven’t been volunteering at Omega House for very long, but today was more physically and emotionally taxing than every other day I've been there put together.

Meeting all those broken and battered omegas makes me disgusted at humanity. It’s heartbreaking to see their spirits broken and their bodies barely surviving. Only the pregnant omegas are properly nourished. Everyone else was kept just barely alive until their next pregnancy.

I think I lost at least ten years of my life with all the scares those toddlers put me through today. It sounded easy enough to take care of a couple little kids, get them fed, and put them down for nap. It should have been simple. But not with these kids. It's like they've been raised by wolves so far.

In most breeding farms, omega children born in captivity are not permitted to live after their testing is confirmed. But the facility that was just raided also offered a marriage placement service along with an alpha adoption agency. So, as soon as an omega turned thirteen years old, they were auctioned off to the highest paying alpha. If they weren’t sold by the time they were fifteen or sixteen, they were added to the breed stock.

It's a disgusting system that has been outlawed in every state, but like most laws, there's always a vast contingency of those who are eager to break them. I guess some would say the omegas are lucky because they all have the ability to procreate and potentially sire alphas. That makes them useful slaves.

Unfortunately, since betas have more rights and generally higher status within the community, they’re more trouble to raise than any stable owner wants. In almost every breeding farm I’ve heard about, babies who test positive as betas are destroyed shortly after birth. Of course, the alphas are immediately sold to wealthy families looking for the prestige and status that comes with raising a family of alphas.

I take a long pull from my glass and swallow, letting the burn slowly move down my throat. I swear I feel it straight in my balls. I've been half hard since I got in the car, and this is the first time today I’ve had a minute to myself to reflect on the incident with Max.

There was something about him that left me feeling antsy all afternoon. Even the distraction of the kids and being pulled in twenty different directions at once wasn't enough to get him fully off my mind. Now that I have a few minutes of privacy, he's the only thing I can think of.

And in an unusual twist of fate, I'm horny as fuck. I can’t remember the last time I was this anxious to blow my knot. It’s been years. But since I don’t get off on my own very often and haven’t had time to hit a club in a while, I guess my body is finally insisting on some relief.

It doesn't take more than a few moments of internal debate before I have to unzip my jeans and let my cock out for air. I'm not one to sit on the couch and jack off, but the stress of the day has left me too tense to avoid it.

With one hand firmly wrapped around my dick, I use the other to boot up my laptop and prop it up on a pillow next to me. It takes some fumbling with the mouse pad to pull up my favorite site, but I manage to come to a page of possible videos to enjoy.

I tend to avoid porn because nine times out of ten, the omegas they use are not there consensually or kept in good health. They're usually kept in a constant state of heat so they can fuck almost nonstop until their heart eventually gives out—usually before they turn forty.

There are only a few sites regulated to ensure consensual and safe coupling, so I stick to those. Each omega they film is tested regularly to ensure their cycles are not synthetically enhanced in any way and they can only be on camera for two days out of every week.

I skim the categories and find myself stopping at a brown-haired man with blue eyes hidden behind long waves of silky hair. Those chocolately locks remind me of the man I met earlier today. For a moment, I wonder if it is him, and a boulder forms in my gut before I realize it’s not Max. The resemblance is strong enough that they could be brothers, but he's got a tattoo of the omega symbol behind his right ear that Max definitely does not have. I would have noticed.

My slow strokes get me closer to the edge while I find just the right scene in the video to blow to. My movements turn urgent once the pretty omega on the screen leans forward and opens up to his alpha.

Something about the scene makes my balls draw up tighter, and my mind drifts to the Max. Again.

What I felt in the moment of meeting him didn't seem like lust, but I was pretty distracted and unable to focus on what I was feeling. I still don’t know what it meant. All I know is my cock is thrusting fast and furious into my fist as if I was plowing into a real hole.

When the alpha on the screen leans forward and drags his teeth across the omega’s neck, my orgasm bursts free, shooting ribbons of cream into my lap and across my chest. Images of Max submitting to me in such a way keeps the endorphins rolling through me for longer than usual.

Although physically sated, there's still a niggling anxiousness that I can explain. I'm just not myself today, and it's annoying. Once I get back to Omega House on Friday, I'll have to seek out Max to see if he's interested in a cup of coffee. Of course, there’s always the chance he's just too badly damaged at this point to be interested in someone like me. But I want to at least try. If he’s not interested in me, maybe we can just be friends.

Although I don't have the biggest frame that an alpha can have, I am definitely on the broader side of the body type spectrum. And at 6’3” and two hundred and twenty pounds, I tend to tower over pretty much every person who isn't a large alpha.

In most cases, when omegas are rescued from breeding farms, they don’t want anything to do with alphas. One taste of freedom is addicting and not easily given up once it’s attained. That could be the case with Max. I feel that boulder in my belly as I think about him swearing off men for the rest of his life. If that is his choice, I'll respect it. I just hope like hell that’s not his choice.

It's not like I started volunteering at the Omega House to find a fuck buddy. I volunteer there to help those in need, not to become yet another source of fear and anxiety for them. I just wish I understood this strange feeling of fear and anxiety within me.

If I could just put a name to the emotion, everything would be simple to fix from there.