Chapter 272

“I didn’t do it with Isaac. Isaac said I’m still... im—immature, and I’d get ruined.”

“What?”

“He said if I got exposed to pheromones, or, or got penetrated... I’d be ruined!”

The answer caught him off guard; his face flickered with surprise.

“If you get ruined, you can just fix it and use it again.”

Siron bared his teeth at the idiot spewing nonsense.

“He said it wouldn’t recover. Permanently.”

The man stared down at Siron in shock, like a child whose Christmas present had been snatched away.

“Really?”

“Of course. You know Isaac’s a serious man, don’t you?”

A mix of regret and anger twisted across his face. Siron waited for him to come to his senses, pull his pants back up, and fasten the buckle, but instead he moved like a hyena circling prey it couldn’t leave, licking his lips as he crawled slowly back onto the bed.

“I—I’m telling you I’ll be ruined!”

“But you. They said you grew another sex organ inside you. What is it? Something else in the hole?”

“No! It’s not like that—!”

“Well, we’ll find out. A finger or two won’t hurt, right?”

He pinned the struggling Siron and yanked his pants down in one go. Siron barely managed to keep his underwear on, but it was pointless; the man shoved his hand under the fabric and grabbed a handful of his buttocks. Callused fingers sank into the soft flesh and tugged, sending goosebumps racing over Siron’s whole body.

Siron pushed with his soles against the man’s shoulders with all his strength and barely managed to spring off the bed. He yanked his pants up in a hurry, sparing himself the worst, but it seemed he had unwittingly let pheromones slip out. The man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Pheromones?”

Ted’s eyes snapped open, their light changed. He felt a strange hunger boil up from his core. It was like some organ inside him that had never once worked in his life was being stimulated and activating for the first time.

Ted moved out into the hall like a predator setting off on a hunt, chasing after Siron’s fleeing scent. He felt his displayful, brutal desire swell as he stalked, his aching lust throbbing as he walked the corridor.

That jewel-like scent, grown on blood, soaked the hallway in sweetness. Ted felt like a vampire parched for ages. Alpha pheromones ran down his body like sweat. He ran, heart pounding like a drum, his vision narrowing on the target. His sharpened senses stopped him before a door he’d been about to pass. It was just one door among many, but the scent that thrilled him was leaking out from the gap.

So he’d hidden in this room. Ted grinned. Beyond the door the décor bore every trace of the mansion owner’s perverse tastes: a triangular rocking horse, an X-shaped cross, a bondage bed, a fucking machine.

Ted kicked at the handle. Two blows twisted the door in its frame and broke the lock mechanism. One more kick and as the door flew open, 3543 lunged at him like an ambush.

“You fucker! Come on!”

3543’s flying kick landed square on Ted’s face at the same instant he landed and Ted staggered back clutching his face. As 3543 burst out of the room, cursing and trying to run, Ted reached out from the floor and snared his ankle. His huge hand clamped the fleeing man like a trap and wouldn’t let go.

“Hot little bastard, huh? You trying to make this hard for me? You trying to get me worked up?”

Ted rose, gripping 3543’s lower jaw and shaking it roughly as he laughed.

“Crazy bastard! Let go! I said let go!”

“Your pheromones are killing me. Hah...”

He inhaled deeply, then hoisted 3543 up and slung him over his shoulder. Carrying the struggling man back into the room he’d fled, Ted rifled through a drawer and came up with handcuffs attached to a chain. He snapped them on 3543 and hooked them to a ceiling pulley.

“Let me out of this! I said let me out!”

Ted smirked for show and flipped a switch on the electric winch. The cable linked to the pulley slowly shortened, hauling 3543 upward until his toes barely brushed the floor, then stopped.

“How’s that? Just painful enough?”

“Fuck you! I can take it!”

3543 glared at Ted with burning eyes. His ridiculous defiance had gotten under Ted’s skin for a long time. Until now he’d always wriggled away, but today his luck had run out.

“Yeah, you can take it for now.”

But in a few minutes it would be agony enough to wish for death. His arms and shoulders would feel like they were coming out of their sockets, the weight forced onto his toes would strain his legs, his chest would be compressed upward making it hard to breathe. After tens of minutes like that, his muscles would cramp and he’d start gasping for air.

The mansion’s owner was a sex maniac who liked to hook a person’s hands to rings and leave them dangling on tiptoe until they fainted, then enjoy the limp body like well-minced beef. Ted wasn’t that. His sadistic, exhibitionistic nature liked to overwhelm a resisting opponent with fear and then violate them.

“Ha ha, what are you even doing?”

3543 still seemed convinced he could escape. He tensed his abs and kicked both legs up, arching his torso so his head went down, trying to twist his body. He seemed to be planning to brace his feet on the ceiling and break the cable. The result was not as pretty as he hoped.

After several tries 3543 did manage to get his legs up over his head, but then they caught in the cable and he ended up hanging upside down like a swinging pendulum.

“Stupid bastard. Wasting your strength. That cable can hold two elephants.”

Ted grinned and flipped the switch the other way. The pulley moved, and Siron’s body came down little by little. He dangled like Spider-Man caught in a web, swinging gently.

Ted approached Siron. He’d adjusted the height perfectly—just right to shove his penis into the man’s mouth.

“You like creative sex, huh? Perfect position for a mutual blowjob hanging upside down.”

“Go ahead and try! I’ll bite it off!”

“Why? I’m offering to use your cheap mouth instead of your expensive hole. You should be serving me humbly.”

Siron tried to free his foot from the cable but Ted was faster, grabbing a rope from the floor and binding his ankles to the cable as well.

“Unless you want to eat liquid food for the rest of your life, keep your mouth open.”

Ted savored the faint pheromones drifting from between Siron’s legs as he hastily stripped down. Siron’s eyes went wide as saucers and he began screaming like mad.

He hadn’t expected to find such beauty under that wrecked face, but Ted had wanted to fuck him from the moment he’d first seen 3543 on the island. The moment he’d longed for was right in front of him. He panted in excitement, about to shove his cock into Siron’s mouth—

[“The traitor is not a wolf, but prey!”]

Ted froze, his body jerking, the motion halted. A voice like a flash rang in his skull. Like a divine revelation, it burned through his flesh.

[“We do not exist for the omega.

We exist to survive, to thrive!

Order is life; order is power!

He who rejects order is a traitor!

The traitor is not a wolf, but prey!

The traitor will be destroyed!”]

It was the declaration from On Traits and Thought, Part 1, Chapter 20, “The Struggle Toward Survival.” The designer’s teaching flashed through his mind like lightning, blocking his desire. It was an absolute command carved into his bones.

Locked in a coffin, forced to endure ruts far more extreme than the normal cycle, his brain burning and his body boiling in pain, there would come a point where his craving for pleasure went so far he’d rather die. As the rut’s stimulus hammered his amygdala and hippocampus, the designer’s revelation would come like a sudden awakening and engrave itself deep in his self. Like a Pavlovian dog salivating at a bell, his arousal had been trained into fear and pain.

If he raped 3543 he would surely be branded a traitor. As a traitor he would fall behind the pack and be hunted down and killed.

Ted gave a hollow laugh, almost in tears.

“So what?”

His body wanted the man in front of him with monstrous hunger. The way to turn a beta into an omega was locked up only in Isaac’s accursed head. 3543 was the only omega in this world. If he didn’t take him now, he would never get another chance.

“Then fuck it, I’ll die!”