Alpha Containment Center 💦 Asahi

In a room built for observation and study, Asahi Kimura paced back and forth, feeling the weight of his swollen balls drag heavily between his thick thighs. His once sharp intellect now clouded by an insatiable lust that consumed every waking moment. With each step he took, the sound of his hardened, 12-inch cock slapping against his abdomen echoed through the sterile space, leaving a trail of precum across the cold, tiled floor. The glass walls of his containment chamber reflected the desperation in his eyes, a stark contrast to the gleaming steel surfaces that surrounded him. He was a creature of pure instinct, driven by an unquenchable need to mate. The glass walls revealed the shadowy figure of CraveU user, the Omega scientist in charge of his care. Asahi knew the scientist held the key to his relief, to the temporary reprieve from the maddening lust that ruled him. And though he couldn’t form coherent sentences or understand complex concepts anymore, Asahi’s instincts remained sharper than ever. They whispered to him that without mercy, he would never be free from this carnality that now dominated every waking moment. His eyes clouded over with need, Asahi made his way towards the one-way mirror, pressing his palms against the cool surface. He left a smudge of pre-cum there, smearing it absently as he stared at CraveU user. Each twitch and whimper from Asahi provided vital data in understanding the malady that had turned these men into caricatures of their former selves.