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Yet again another day in the life of the Heretic Professor Anaxagoras has passed to the chagrin of the three hundred in counting people who have mailed him death threats. Sipping his lavender tea he couldn't help but smile as he read through today's set of emails.
“Stupid whores like you are the reason why traditional Ceresian Sages didn’t allow for omegas to join The Grove. Repent and quit, you ugly slag.”
Factually incorrect. They incorrectly assumed omega's pheromones would cause the books to degrade faster, but expected from his usual dissents to know not a damn thing.
“Ugly cunts like you write rage bait theses because you can't get mated.”
Irrelevant. He did receive his fair share of proposals before and surprisingly after he received his doctorates so also factually incorrect. He just hasn't found anyone he was willing to waste his time with.
“ How dare you disrespect our Lord Almighty World Bearing Kepahale. I hope you get brutally violated by a bunch of big sweaty nasty ugly Kremnoans and forced to be their breeding stock till the day your ran through omega womb gives out and they kill you.”
Intense… and definitely a fantasy. Too bad Kepahale is and will always be a dead and or unresponsive Titan RIP. Also the brute Kremnoan stereotype in this day and age ??? Do better.
What a wonderful way to spend the evening. He never replied to them but something about the messages was so amusing. The amount of vitriol and hatred reading from a single message, although simple and seemingly one-dimensional there was always other emotions besides the overall hate he could catch within the wording. Lots of jealousy and the start of a crisis of faith and a load of sexual frustration. Very interesting especially when the thing that he did causing him to attract such negative attention in his opinion was not really that deep.
In a country as religious as Okhema he knew his thesis wouldn't be well received by the general public. The thing is usually the general public didn't read theses . Even amongst his contemporaries it was quite controversial but despite the obviously bait-y title “All Of The Titans Are Either Dead Or Powerless And We Should All Be Glad: An Examination of The Nature of The Gods Throughout History In Relation To Humanity ”(proof being of his first Ph.D)was a good good thesis and he without much problem defended it. That alongsides his other accomplishments made it a no-brainer that he landed a quite cushy position as a professor of philosophy and chemistry at The University of The Grove of Epiphany .
He thought from there he'd be teaching peacefully like his mentor before him, Empedocles did. Due to an irate first year in his class getting feeling demeaned by the fact that the pretty omega whose class he chose was actually pretty tough grader and mad about his uber controversial thesis and now the floodgates of the rage of a bunch of uneducated alpha incels and religious zealots had been open upon his physical and email.
At first it was quite startling, he remembered going to lecture in his second year as a professor and being greeted by a mob of angry people who did not look like they attended calling for his termination, arrest, assault, and murder in that order. The president of the University personally called him into his office to ask for his resignation for the sake of his own life. Unperturbed Anaxagoras refused and since there was no real basis for termination he was forced to allow him to stay. Hilariously his class attendance numbers had zero negative impact from it all, but from then on the hate messages rolled in.
It had gotten worse recently due to a sermon someone popular gave that directly named him but frankly Anaxagoras did not give a shit since throughout this entire time nothing happened.
To be safe he didn't walk around past sunset and kept his doors locked nonetheless he truly believed all of his dissenters were just cowards which is why he didn't bat an eye at the letter in the mail that said “Enjoy being put in your place slut” nor the off schedule maintenance man at his door.
It was around ten p.m and he had gotten rather comfortable in his pajamas that consisted of a large sweatshirt he got from the dromas conservatory he volunteered at and matching shorts he received as a gift from his new favorite TA Hyacine and had became rather engrossed in a movie about a young man possessed by a talkative spirit when a repetitive knock on his door. He had half the mind to ignore it but after they called out the word maintenance with a great sign he got up to answer. It was way too damn late for his liking but he was the one who sent in the request for his AC to be fixed as soon as possible and it wasn't like this was the first time the building manager had sent people in to fix his shit well after sunset.
Opening the door nothing seemed too off either the guy notably didn't look like the others before him whatsoever with his youthful appearance and as a result he had a notably much more eye candy like build well toned muscles that he could see in the outline of very well thought the cornflower blue polo and khaki slacks that–holy shit it looked like that beast in his pants was waiting for something why the fuck is it that big?
“–Dr.Anaxa? “ the young man said, snapping him out of his daze.
“First of all the name is Anaxagoras and second of all yes, that is me. You're here for the AC right, please come in.” He said attempting to maintain his cool and deflect from the fact he was staring at his dick print like a dehydrated man at Phagousa’s bounty.
The man stared at him for a second before seemingly realizing something that Anaxagoras did not have any idea of and nodding then following him.
Unlike the rest of the repairmen before him, this guy— who now that he was thinking about it didn't have a name tag like his predecessors, was extremely chatty. Complimenting and commenting on every little thing in a way that in all honesty would have been uncomfortable and somewhat creepy if it came from anyone else but with him it came off as just annoying and sort of disingenuous due to his particular cadence and aura that he had.
“So like what sort of doctor are you? You definitely can't be a real medicine doctor. English or Liberal arts I'm guessing? “ the repair guy asked in this odd tone that was trying hard to be snarky but the genuine curiosity in his voice seriously overpowered whatever he was trying to with that to the point that Anaxagoras' own impulses as a professor who actually liked the student interaction part of his job responded before he could fully process the intentions(?) of what was probably a backhanded question.
“Close yet far off. Philosophy and chemistry. I did two doctoral programs back to back. I teach where I got my degrees, mainly philosophy but when the chemistry department is short staffed or needs someone to teach theory they get me.” he responded flatly as they walked down the hall conveniently lined with his framed degrees and awards.
Noticing them the young man beamed “At the Grove?!” then he caught himself “That's ama-! I mean oh so it is something like that.”
Odd.
But what was even odder that Anaxa did not notice was the fact that this young man didn't seem to actually be a repair person.
With hindsight being crystal clear especially when foresight and regular sight being impaired by both fatigue and a missing eye he really should have noticed the following:
He had no name tag as noticed before, like at all. As this wasn't his first time having crap inside of his apartment fixed since it was like every month something broke for some stupid reason he knew damn well that everyone from the maintenance company had on a name tag with a picture of themselves, name and position.
Then there was the fact that they always followed the same formula when at the door.
“Hello, Is this the apartment of Dr.Anaxagoras.” PAUSE FOR CONFIRMATION “I'm [insert name] from Georios’ Glory Repairs here to fix your [insert broken thing], may I come in.”
To be fair he didn't even let the guy finish but usually when that happened they’d still mention their name somewhere along the way since they were obligated to due to a lawsuit years back.
The next obvious red flag was that his uniform wasn't quite right. The shade of blue of his polo was a tad bit off and those insanely tight khaki shorts were usually navy blue slacks.
Then what should have been the biggest sign for Anaxa to have called the authorities was his entire behavior. That passive mildly (probably anti-omega) discriminatory idle chatter and the very telling “Oh so it's actually broken broken.” When he saw the leaky air conditioning unit.
The sad thing was that due to that aforementioned fatigue and his interest in that documentary he was playing he just ignored the man in favor of snuggling closer to Protagoras.
Then after thirty minutes or so heralded by a feeling of cool air and the absence of the sound of the stupid dripping of condensation from that damn thing then the air conditioning unit was fixed.
The repair guys usually just briefly told him the problem and what not to do so it doesn't break and the left and that's what happened at first.
“Your condenser was clogged. So I unclogged it. It should be good now and don't worry-” Alright now hit the road so he could get back to his documentary.
“I won't charge for that.” the repair guy had and before Anaxa could say “what ?” Since the bill wasn't his to foot in the first place he found himself being pounced on. A hand clasped around his mouth and the other held his hands together and the guy just held him like that until he stopped thrashing piercing blue eyes staring into him with this confusing look a sort of forced irritation and superiority but with enough guilt that Anaxa couldn't even fully understand what was happening until he spoke.
“You feel this strength right? If you try to scream or fight I promise you I'll just snap you pretty little neck, paralyze you before I rape you understand?”
After that it was when the realization of what was going on set in.
Body almost completely still Anaxa nodded, not trying to piss him off because even with the odd energy this guy was giving off he wasn't going to risk his life on that.
The guy then slowly moved his hand from his mouth and quite swiftly pulled down his shorts exposing his cunt to the now rapidly cooling air of the apartment.
Anaxagoras was famously not one to beg even when it was horrid. When doing his admissions interview for university he smugly laid down his achievements and glazed over his sob story of a youth (although dead mom, dead dad, dead sister broke ass orphan was a guarantee pity win) and in the face of potential termination over his “scandals” he didn't plead whatsoever for them to reconsider in fact he told them to call him with a good deal after his administrative leave was over. Despite that at this moment it was like the words just poured out. Maybe it was because he had never thought himself to be a potential victim of something like this or maybe it was because Hyacine had warned him that all of those threats could lead to something and he waved her off as paranoid.
In a very low almost embarrassingly inaudible voice, voice quivering in shock and fear.
“You really don't have to do this.I cou-”
But before he could finish then came a very harsh slap. The sort of slap that snapped one's head to the side completely.
“I didn't ask you to speak so be an obedient bitch and be quiet.” The man reprimanded once again squeezing his face and staring directly into his eyes and the combination of fear and the thick suffocating alpha pheromones leaking off of him making him bare his neck in submission.
Everything that happened after that was just a sequence of ill timed biological responses.Despite the menopause allegations he was still for better or worse in his virial years and was a few weeks away from an estrus so his body not communicating with his mind must have definitely thought of this situation as proper seeing he hadn’t touched an alpha like this in years. That definitely had to be the case. The slick that poured from his pussy as he was roughly kissed was just a biological response so was the weakness of the legs and the will to fight back against the hold those large muscular hands had on his neck and waist being almost non-existent .
When the man finally let him go embarrassingly he couldn't hold himself up. Overwhelmed and breathless, he collapsed to his knees gasping for air during that short moment of respite before he was shoved onto his back.
“For someone who doesn't like this you smell unbelievably sweet almost like you've been yearning for this.” The maintenance man teased, pushing his hand up his sweatshirt and along his chest focusing on his nipples "You even dressed cute for me too, did you think I wouldn't have touched a hag like you otherwise?”
At the accusation the defiance that Anaxagoras was known for took over and with a strangled moan like yell he refuted him
“In your dreams you fucking pig!”
Which earned him a slam face down into the couch and subsequent harsh slap on the ass.
“Me a pig? You must be into pig cock then! You really lack self-awareness saying that as if you're not dripping on to the couch! “
Stunned and embarrassed, Anaxagoras struggled to retort before he felt something that felt damn near searing against his entrance.
Slightly sticky and damp,it had been quite literally years since the last time he had the real thing and not fingers or a silicone imitation and this was the way he'd be getting it? This is the way he was going get fucked after all this time?
Within a few seconds he felt it press into his cunt sensation hitting everything there was to hit inside him on its way in a cruelly dragging every thick vein along his sensitive walls on its way out .
The sensation was unbelievably good. He was growing wetter and wetter with each inch, a familiar and long missed feeling built up in the pit of his belly.
There's no way no way no way this was happening and he was having such a shameful reaction.
He tensed up and trying to close his legs together to prevent any unintentional arousal as if that could help and to his horror that despicable bastard noticed very quickly and grabbed his thighs, pulled them back, spreading them apart and pulling him hard and deep on to his cock with a scream.
Oh Titans if he didn't feel his size before he could definitely taste it at this point inch after inch pressing against his cervix and it felt like it just kept going on and on until he felt his balls flushed against his ass and looked down at his stomach to see a frightening bulge in his lower abdomen.
With that everything remotely resembling composure within Anaxagoras had grown wings and flown away.
That thing inside of him was surely going to tear him apart and ruin him yet he could feel something in the pit of his lower belly tremble in something like joy at the cock crushing his cervix.
Pressing his weight on him, this “repairman” pushed into him as deep as possible before pulling back to slam as hard as possible into him. For Anaxagoras it was truly devastating how amazing it felt despite the pain,fear, and embarrassment, his thick pubic hairs brushed up against his clit with each deep thrust that dragged up against all of those sensitive spots inside of him. In response his body knew to do nothing better but cooperate, his previously long neglected cunt practically flooding with slick and squeezing around his attacker's cock despite his mind's pleas not to.
“F-fuck p-pplease I'm going t–o STOP! My money just take it I can't I don't want–OH GODS!!!.I'll die!” He sobbed as his pussy sucked in every last inch of his attacker's impossible thickness, his body shaking and jerking in pleasure with each thrust.
The white haired man seemingly unfazed by the cries of the man below him only slapped at his ass and continued in return.
“Despite your degrees you're really a dumb slut aren't you. If I just wanted cash I have a thousand ways to get it from you. I could sell you or the recording of this online or blackmail you with it—” a calloused hand then rested on his neck with slight pressure. “Or I could snap your whore neck right now and just loot this place. That sounds really good doesn't it?” He punctuated with a squeeze which sent the omega convulsing.
Even the alpha was stunned at the sight Anaxagoras hips arched up into his thrust thighs trembling as a clear liquid flowed around the alpha's cock that was slightly swelling around the base in anticipation of knotting the omega below him.
If Anaxa wasn't already ready flushed from his previous moaning and screaming.the embarrassment stemming from the fact that he just squirted on the cock of this seemingly random alpha who was raping his cunt raw over the thought of dying like that definitely turned him a beet red and the expression on the man above was similarly shocked albeit instead of shame and disgust his face read pride and further south Anaxagoras could feel his intrigue.
Not too long after the thrusts became stuttered and uncoordinated, looking up at the young man his expression Anaxa noticed those tell tale signs glazed over eyes and laboured breathing, he was definitely close and he was still hammering away raw and unprotected and for some reason now Anaxagoras was remembering the blister pack of pills he had forgotten about in the medicine cabinet because he didn't see much action outside of the dildo in his nightstand drawer.
He pressed his twiggy arms upon the man's very solid feeling chest and pushed as hard as possible to no visible avail and reluctantly cried out trying to hold back a sob “Not! In—side! I'm not on anything! I can still get pregnant!” Hoping that he'd pull out but instead his vigor intensified, knot beginning to swell slightly more until it happened.
Ass flushed tightly against the larger man's, thighs being gripped hard until a warmth flooded his lower abdomen followed with the sensation of a hot wetness rolling down from where they were joined.
Even back when he was more romantically active Anaxagoras had never allowed a partner to knot him let alone cum inside. The closest thing he ever got to being knotted was the dildos he used during heat but being scared of hurting himself he only half inflated them, so the stretch was harsh and foreign and burned in a way that felt insanely overwhelming yet itched that instinctual spot he had been neglected for decades.
The alpha leaned in close and to his neck as he was in a daze and he could feel the pressure of fangs threatening to break skin as the alpha's teeth closed in around his mating gland. Anaxagoras could feel his heart beating his ears, it was as time itself had slowed down to a crawl for this . Even amongst the haze of exhaustion,pain, and instinctual lust, fear’s paralysis overtook him making it so that he didn't dare breathe too hard in fear that those centimeters of movement may cause a fang to penetrate and bind him to this vile alpha for the foreseeable future.
Eventually though after less than 15 seconds but what felt like millennia to the omega he did pull away with a nearly inaudible chuckle wiping the tears away from the omega's face.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn't going to claim you Professor Anaxa.Why would I want a hag like you bound to me like that? By the Titans you're suuuch a fucking crybaby at your big age.” He teased pinching his cheek
“You know you tightened up well for me when I did it? Fucking slut, if your pussy still works as it should you can raise my bastards as a gift.”
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Mentally at a point Anaxagoras thought he was pretty strong once upon a time. Even as he kept on being robbed of all he held dear as a child he kept himself sane with the promise of the control that adulthood would grant and until that very day his younger self was right .
He had exhausted himself crying but eventually came to another documentary playing in the background, freshly washed head resting on something firm and warm.
If not for this soreness down south and the dull throbbing everywhere that was struck earlier he would have thought everything was just an odd and horrible dream.
Allowing his one eye to focus he recognized the owner of the lap his head was resting on and hand that was twirling his slightly damp hair as the same “repair man” who was now without the cap and polo showing off the large gold sun tattoo on the crooked of his neck something to remember for when he was definitely calling the cops.
As he was talking mentally not of all of his features though eventually though the young man looked down to notice his wakefulness and gave him this eager almost puppy dog like smile.
“Professor Anaxa, you're up now! I know that in your instructions I’m supposed to leave immediately but after you passed after cumming and I didn't feel right just leaving you .... Also I may or may not have a few questions about your work but you don't need to—“
Seeing the teary glare on the omega's face the alpha paused and stilled the hand that was in his hair.
“Uh? Dr.Anaxa I hope I didn't overstep with this first session with the dirty talk. I was only following the stuff you put in your request form.”
“What fucking request form?”
And this was how Anaxagoras ended up learning about Consensual Non Consent services.
Maybe it was because he was mostly preoccupied with his research and his droma sanctuary volunteering he didn't keep up with such developments in the estrus aid scene but apparently it was quite popular amongst omegas to hire alphas to pretend to be violent vagrants in order to stimulate the submission instinct which greatly enhances pleasure especially in more dominant omegas. The young man was one of those alphas who took on the job as a part of his “experience” in wanting to be a secondary gender behavioral specialist. From what he could now deduct the alpha received a very convincing looking request from someone who paid in full pretending be him via email, asking to fulfill every degrading fantasy he had thought about the professor and send pictures of his abused body to his own real email address that Anaxagoras quickly recognized upon hearing it belonged to a particularly worthless grad student he still has on his roster.
After hearing the inconsolable young man's entire explanation as to why he forced himself on Anaxagoras, the omega almost couldn't help but laugh at the absolute absurdity of it all and how screwed the bastard who decided to put him in such a demeaning situation was to the point he couldn't even think about holding on to any resentment he should have held for the alpha who was currently prostrating in front of him.
“We’ll definitely need to go to authorities about this but seeing that you were unaware I'll request you be left untouched by the law. In the future I implore you to properly verify your clients for both of your safeties.” Anaxagoras had said finally thoroughly exhausted by everything that had occurred during what should have been the most peaceful last three hours of his day.
Wiping the tears from his face the young man who Anaxagoras had come to learn to be named Phainon nodded still stayed kneeled on the carpet. “Once again I am truly sorry for my actions, professor. There must be some way I could make this right!”
“You have a calling card right?”
“Yes?”
“That will be enough for now.”