AP | Chapter 1

Alpha Prison

A containment facility for trait-bearers who committed heinous crimes, Alpha Prison.

It was a place with a peculiar rule: as long as you got the green light from the higher-ups, you could do whatever you damn well pleased.

“Haa… ugh, hngh…”

On the prison floor, fixed in place, a molded cock stood tall, and a middle-aged Alpha’s toned, muscular ass was busy bouncing up and down on it. The slick, wet sounds—slap, squelch—echoed, probably from the cum dripping down the vibrating, bright red dildo.

Every time Seong Jaeyoon moved his hips, bubbles frothed and gurgled from his taut hole. The swollen, red rim clenched and released repeatedly with a vice-like grip.

“Fuck, tighten that ass properly. All the cum I pumped in is leaking out.”

Vulgar curses, the kind an elite Alpha would never hear in their cushy life, rang out. But in this prison, Kang Chilhyun’s orders were absolute. Without much resistance, Seong Jaeyoon clenched his backdoor tighter.

As the wrinkled folds of his ass clamped shut, a heavy, foreign sensation sent spasms through his gut. The vibrating dildo felt like it might pierce through his stomach, making Seong Jaeyoon pant and gasp for air. When his wild movements paused, Kang Chilhyun didn’t hesitate to smack the swollen, over-sucked pecs, now puffed up and tender.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep that hole tight? Who said you could stop moving your hips? Get it together!”

“Urgh! Ah, ah!”

Smack. The sharp sound of flesh colliding rang out as the muscular chest jiggled side to side. Seong Jaeyoon’s pecs were hefty, a generous handful, almost too lush for a forty-something Alpha.

“Getting your tits slapped around must really be your thing, huh?”

“Hngh, it hurts… it hurts, ugh!”

“Old man whining like a baby.”

Kang Chilhyun clicked his tongue and twisted the erect, rosy nipple with force. The deep-colored bud twitched, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain shooting through Seong Jaeyoon’s spine.

The threat of having his nipples ripped off if he didn’t obey was real, so Seong Jaeyoon moved his hips even harder. As he’d been trained, he stuck out his tongue, letting his bruised, hefty pecs bounce lewdly. The other inmates in the room let out wolf whistles—whoop, whoop!

“Not satisfied with just riding that thing by yourself anymore, are ya?”

“Hoo… ugh… hng…”

“Need a little help from me?”

Kang Chilhyun pressed down hard on Seong Jaeyoon’s chiseled waist. The massive dildo’s tip plunged straight through to his colon, making his flat lower belly bulge with a distinct shadow.

“Guh… stop… haa, ugh…”

Seong Jaeyoon’s eyes rolled back as the deep thrusting tore through him. He trembled and drooled like someone having a seizure, but Kang Chilhyun wasn’t the type to show mercy.

Each time Seong Jaeyoon’s hips jolted upward, Kang Chilhyun pressed down harder, forcing the dildo to hit even deeper. The intense vibrations grazed the sweet spot above his prostate, and an unbearable urge to piss surged through him.

“Gonna… gonna cum… hng! Haa!”

“Hold it in. You’re not some mutt.”

Every time Seong Jaeyoon’s face contorted, the wrinkles around his eyes deepened, betraying his age for a fleeting moment. No matter how well-maintained he was, in moments like this, his raw, unfiltered self was laid bare.

“No… ah, if you press… I’ll cum… ugh!”

Seong Jaeyoon clenched his lower body, trying to hold back. He resisted fiercely, knowing more stimulation would break him, but the dildo slammed into the depths of his colon once more with a thud. Soon enough, the clear droplets leaking from his tip turned into a gushing stream, soaking the floor beneath him.

“Man, are you really an Alpha? Squirting like that?”

“Hnngh, ugh… ngh…”

“I’ve seen plenty of cock-hungry sluts, but a whore like you? That’s a first.”

His juicy, hefty pecs heaved with ragged breaths, and his refined features flushed red with arousal. Overwhelmed by the afterglow, Seong Jaeyoon spurted the last of his release, trembling all over before collapsing to the floor.

“Hic, ngh… haa…!”

“Pussy itching that bad? Wanna get fucked ten more times? You love taking cock, don’t you? Bet you’d squirt like crazy if I filled you up with cum.”

At the crude proposition, Seong Jaeyoon shook his head desperately. Even in the haze of his climax, the dildo still writhing inside him made his insides tingle. As he lay there, limp and twitching, his loosened ass gaping, Kang Chilhyun nodded toward the other Alphas, who were already raring to go.

“What’re you lot standing around for? The old man’s bored.”

The moment the order dropped, the inmates surrounding them swarmed like a pack of starving dogs. Seong Jaeyoon, still impaled on the molded cock and flopping like a speared fish, was quickly dragged across the prison floor.

When the monstrous dildo was yanked out, cum from a night of taking Kang Chilhyun’s cock oozed from his wide-open backdoor. Thick, clumpy white fluid dribbled down his perineum, leaving a dark stain on the floor.

“Haa… ugh… ngh, gah!”

The Alphas, aiming for his holes, marked every inch of his body. Seong Jaeyoon’s hair was grabbed roughly, reducing him to nothing more than a sturdy piece of meat to sate their base desires.

His mouth, his ass, his hands, his ears, his armpits, even his navel—every possible crevice was invaded by hot, sticky flesh. Seong Jaeyoon, now little more than a public fucktoy, caught sight of a man standing apart from the frenzied Alphas.

His gaze burned with deep disgust, contempt, and a faint flicker of conquest.

Under that degrading stare, Seong Jaeyoon’s tense body went slack. From the moment he stepped foot in this prison, there was no turning back.

***

“4174. You’re in Room 3.”

Prisoner number 4174. On the day of intake at the prison, the number that replaced his name felt alien. Seong Jaeyoon swallowed his nerves and followed the guard’s lead. The facility’s interior radiated a damp, greenish glow, with flickering lights on the high ceiling that seemed ready to blow a fuse.

“Don’t cause trouble… and good luck surviving.”

“Wait a sec…”

Before he could ask anything, the guard shoved Seong Jaeyoon into the room. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes sizing him up from within.

“Are you planning to just stand there, old man?”

Someone broke the silence as Seong Jaeyoon stood frozen. The guy who spoke first was the biggest in the room. Big didn’t even cover it—his presence was intimidating as hell. Seong Jaeyoon unconsciously swallowed hard.

A long scar ran across the man’s prominent brow bone, standing out like a neon sign. People would call that a snake-like face. He was handsome, sure, but those sharp, slanted eyes held a cold, almost lifeless depth, like jagged reefs in a dark sea.

They say you can read a person through their eyes. In that moment, Seong Jaeyoon instinctively knew this guy was dangerous—someone to steer clear of at all costs.

My stomach’s churning.

Locking eyes with him, Seong Jaeyoon felt a chilling discomfort, like he’d been doused in an Alpha’s Pheromone. It was as if he’d been coated in filth from head to toe, the urge to gag surely just his imagination.

Everyone entering the prison was dosed with a Pheromone Suppression Drug, making a pheromone shower next to impossible. With the suppressant, you couldn’t sense another’s Pheromone or release your own.

“…I’m Seong Jaeyoon.”

“No need for boring introductions.”

His greeting was half-hearted, but the man cut him off sharply. Seong Jaeyoon had no interest in bonding with these lowlifes either. Still, he didn’t want to stir up trouble while he was stuck here.

Enduring the piercing stares, Seong Jaeyoon moved forward cautiously. When he stole a glance at the man, it seemed he’d picked up on his unease, as the corner of his sharp eyes curved into a smirk.

“No, no. Strip down. All the way. Then come in.”

“…What did you say?”

The man cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing like a habit. Under his rolled-up sleeves, a grayscale irezumi tattoo sprawled from his hand up his arm. Among the dizzying patterns, the most striking was a snake with its jaws wide open. Weirdly, it had two heads, just like the man’s vibe.

Startled, Seong Jaeyoon looked up at him, only to hear him mutter, annoyed.

“What, you’re going senile already? Can’t understand plain words?”

It wasn’t even a direct order, but the other inmates in the room swarmed Seong Jaeyoon. They grabbed him in an instant, clinging like leeches out for blood. They latched onto his arms, legs, and torso.

“What… what the hell are you doing… ugh… Guard! Guard! Someone get over here!”

A perfectly maintained middle-aged Alpha like Seong Jaeyoon was as strong as a damn buffalo. He thrashed and screamed for the guards, but, like clockwork, no one came to help.

“We’re all Alphas here… why the hell are you doing this… ngh!”

“Haven’t figured it out yet?’Same Alpha,’ my ass.”

“Let go! You filthy bastards!”

Even with all his strength, he couldn’t fend off the mob. In seconds, Seong Jaeyoon was stripped naked and thrown onto the thin blanket covering the floor.

No way he’d just sit there and take it. In the chaotic moment, Seong Jaeyoon fought back fiercely. But the inmates, far from being deterred, seemed to get off on his resistance, snickering among themselves.

“Thought he was some prissy boy, but damn, he’s packing.”

“What’s the point of a big dick when you’re the one getting fucked? Hope that ass is nice and tight.”

The inmates, buzzing like a swarm of bees, pinned Seong Jaeyoon down, trading crude jokes. As he kept struggling, getting groped by countless hands, the man who’d been watching from the sidelines finally spoke up slowly.

“Don’t waste your energy. You’ve got to take every guy in here.”

Like he was inspecting merchandise, the man plunged a finger deep into Seong Jaeyoon’s hole. His body jolted at the sudden intrusion.

“Ugh… what the…”

“Hmm, wonder if this old, used-up hole’s even worth it.”

Seong Jaeyoon’s insides were tight and hot, painfully so. Unlike an Omega’s self-lubricating ass, his was so dry that even a single finger felt abrasive, sending a stinging heat through him.

As the thick finger scraped along his inner walls, the friction burned the sensitive flesh. It was just one finger, but the foreign sensation and mental shock made him gag reflexively.

“Ugh, ngh… aah!”

The relentless fingering picked up speed. One finger became two, then three, ruthlessly tearing into the wrinkled entrance. When the man pressed hard against his inner walls, Seong Jaeyoon’s flat pelvis jerked upward. He screamed like livestock before slaughter, flailing wildly. Like a fish out of water, he shook his firm ass and hefty pecs in every direction.

“Please… stop… sto—ah, ah!”

The pain made his vision spin, and Seong Jaeyoon’s head curled inward like a frightened turtle. Trembling all over, he begged for it to stop, but the man just twisted his lips into a sneer. The sight of a grown-ass Alpha quivering like that was downright amusing.

“Special murder, drugged rape. That’s you, right?”

“Wh-what…”

“That Omega you messed with? Took me a long time to groom him. But you fucked it all up, so I’m in a pretty bad mood.”
Special murder, drugs, and an Omega.

Before the words even fully landed, Seong Jaeyoon’s face paled. The man’s lazy smile vanished, replaced by a low murmur.

“Your son’s a half-breed, huh? Doesn’t look much like you.”

How the hell did this guy know about his son?

Seong Jaeyoon froze, his resistance halting. It felt like a boulder had dropped into his gut, pinning him in place.

Gotta keep it hidden. No one… can ever know.

Because… that day… his son Heewon…

Seong Jaeyoon’s mind drifted back to that day.

That day, the turning point of Seong Jaeyoon’s life, was another hectic blur. After finishing a flood of appointments, he slipped off his white coat, the silver nameplate glinting.

[AnU Plastic Surgery Clinic │ Director Seong Jaeyoon]

His movements were precise, his sleek hairstyle impeccable. Seong Jaeyoon was an Alpha with striking looks, like he’d been crafted from the finest genes.

Was it the air of privilege? Born into wealth, he’d walked the elite path his whole life, never hitting a single snag. After inheriting the family trade and graduating med school, he opened a clinic in a prime location, overflowing with patients. His first love, after years of dating, became his wife in an early marriage.

A rich family, a respected career, a loving spouse—Seong Jaeyoon’s life was enviable. But things changed, probably when his wife got pregnant.

His wife, a recessive Omega, had a frail constitution for bearing an Alpha’s child, but the couple, together since childhood, wanted the fruit of their love. Or rather, his wife desperately wanted it, so Seong Jaeyoon respected her wishes, determined to be the sturdy foundation of their family.

After much struggle, they got their miracle. Their only son, Heewon, was born after multiple failed attempts. They thought only happiness awaited their little family of three, but soon after, his wife passed away from the strain of childbirth.

Losing his beloved wife and gaining a child. Seong Jaeyoon couldn’t accept the boy who looked so much like him. Heewon was a miracle, but also a living nightmare.

After the funeral, Seong Jaeyoon abandoned his clinic and drowned himself in booze for a long stretch. Unable to care for the kid, Heewon was raised by Seong Jaeyoon’s mother.

A life stripped of light, cast in shadows. For someone who’d always basked in the sun, the pain was unbearable. He’d even considered letting it all go, wondering if he could see his wife again if he did.

When Seong Jaeyoon hit rock bottom, what snapped him out of it was, oddly enough, Heewon starting to talk. The boy was slow to speak, only calling him “Dad” properly at nearly three years old. That’s when Seong Jaeyoon finally saw traces of his beloved wife in his son’s face.

It hit him like a bolt of lightning, leaving his mind blank. Looking closer, he saw her eyes, her nose. When Heewon scrunched his face or smiled, glimpses of her flickered through.

From that day, Seong Jaeyoon quit drinking and worked to break his reliance on sleeping pills. This child, so like his wife—he resolved to pour love into him, even if it was late. From infancy to just stepping into adulthood, whatever Heewon wanted to do, eat, or have, Seong Jaeyoon made it happen. But…

“Dad… can you help me?”

When he got that frantic call, hearing Heewon’s voice mixed with sobs, Seong Jaeyoon knew something big had gone down. His memory of that day was fuzzy, probably from the chaos. Without a second thought, he rushed to Heewon.

“She’s not breathing.”

The victim was Omega, Heewon’s partner. Suspected cause of death: overdose-induced shock during sex. By the time Seong Jaeyoon arrived, it was too late to do anything.

Turning himself in was an option, but he couldn’t let a red mark stain his son’s bright future. This was all his fault for failing to raise Heewon right. So, he’d pay the price himself.

“Heewon, you were never here today. Got it?”

He sent Heewon away and turned himself in. He tampered with the body to erase his son’s traces, and thanks to a top-tier law firm, he got a lighter sentence than the crime deserved.

Everything went as Seong Jaeyoon planned.

By some stroke of luck, the victim Omega was a shady figure from the back alleys, and the drug she overdosed on was one she regularly used. Overloaded and drenched in an Alpha’s Pheromone, she went into shock.

The high-priced law firm, stuffed to the brim with cash, earned its keep. The mix of truth and lies in all the evidence was processed like clockwork. The day Seong Jaeyoon was sentenced to a mere six months was the moment he truly felt the weight of being born into privilege, holding power, influence, and connections.

Strength. Authority. Networks. He realized how blessed it was to have so much. It was unfortunate for the Omega who got hurt, but if you traced it back to the root, this was more like a tragic accident. His son was just a bit unlucky, that’s all.

But Seong Jaeyoon’s initial plan—to neatly wrap things up and pay the price in his son’s place—went wildly off the rails.

“Should’ve known who that Omega belonged to before you messed with him.”

The man’s belated warning came as Seong Jaeyoon was reduced to a pathetic prey. It was Kang Chilhyun talking.

“Ugh! W-wait, ah… ngh!”

As Seong Jaeyoon clenched his legs together from the pain of his ass being pounded, a harsh slap came flying. Smack—! Crack! A massive hand struck his face, whipping his head to the side so hard it nearly kissed the floor.

It was a raw, vivid violence he’d never experienced in his life. Blood gushed from his stinging nose, and a metallic tang filled his gaping mouth. The hit was so brutal that a piercing ring—beeeep—echoed in his ears.

“Spread those legs properly.”

“Uh… ngh… ugh…”

“Don’t make me say it twice. Got it?”

Kang Chilhyun furrowed his brow, as if annoyed by the hassle. Up close, he looked surprisingly young—maybe around his son’s age. The crude, raw edge to him, reeking of youthful grit, instilled a deep fear in Seong Jaeyoon.

The suspicion that there might be some connection. More than the dread of being gang-raped, it was the mention of his son from this man’s mouth that crushed him with pressure.

“Y-yes, I’m… sorry… I messed up…”

More resistance would only make things worse. Half out of his mind, Seong Jaeyoon barely managed to nod. Kang Chilhyun, as if saying “let’s play nice,” patted his cheek lightly. The gesture, like one you’d give a subordinate, made Seong Jaeyoon’s head bow instinctively.

When Seong Jaeyoon went limp, Kang Chilhyun pulled out his half-erect cock. The thing was massive, almost cumbersome to carry, dark and reddish, studded with thick beads that added a grotesque flair.

As he stroked it with the hand bearing the snakehead tattoo, it looked like a hunted piece of meat.

“Old man, you hit the jackpot. A young stud popping your cherry.”

“Gonna make your first time real intense.”

As Kang Chilhyun prepped for insertion, the surrounding Alphas holding Seong Jaeyoon down started spewing filthy banter. Their chatter about who’d get to fuck him next was the last thing he clearly remembered.

“Relax. I’m not going easy on you.”

Kang Chilhyun aligned his fully erect cock with Seong Jaeyoon’s gaping hole. The slick tip rubbed against the swollen, wrinkled rim. A wet, squelching sound echoed as the tight ass stretched open.

Compared to fingers, the thick slab of flesh forcing its way in was on another level. Seong Jaeyoon let out a scream that bordered on a wail.

“Haa, ah! Aagh! No… it’s tearing… I’m tearing apart…”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re too loud.”

As if his cries were making a fuss over nothing, Kang Chilhyun drove the beaded cock in deeper. Thud. The sudden, brutal thrust into the tight space made Seong Jaeyoon’s pelvis tremble violently.

With no lube, forcing open such a narrow passage was bound to tear something. The pain was closer to punishment than sex. Seong Jaeyoon choked back the sobs welling up, swallowing them down.

“Ngh… ah, ugh!”

The relentless, rock-hard cock scraped his sensitive inner walls without mercy. The irregularly placed beads knocked against spots that shouldn’t be touched, stabbing deep. It felt like a fireball was roiling in his gut. The tight pain left Seong Jaeyoon unable to even scream, only gasping sharply.

Thud. Thud. The dull sound of flesh slamming together rang out. Kang Chilhyun spread the connected parts with his hands, picking up the pace. Between the bloodied, swollen ass, the man’s arm-thick cock slid in and out, starkly visible.

“Ah, it hurts! S-stop… it hurts… ngh… ah!”

“Quit whining. Your ass is loving this.”

It was like a long snake writhing inside. As Seong Jaeyoon clenched his hole from the strain, Kang Chilhyun thrust harder, grabbing a handful of his pubic hair. The tug on the thick bush and skin brought an unexpected jolt of pleasure.

His trembling pelvis and the stinging heat rising from below made tears stream down his face. Around his battered perineum, a sticky mess of cum or blood—or both—lingered. As the pain-laced climax grazed him, Kang Chilhyun grabbed Seong Jaeyoon’s hefty pecs, squeezing them like he meant to crush them, syncing with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Maybe it was the tattoo on his hand, but it felt like the snake’s gaping jaws were biting into his chest. As he kneaded the lush muscle, his short nails teased the indented nipple, making it pop out like it was erect.

“A little blood makes this fuck way more fun.”

The pain of his chest being crushed and the merciless pounding tearing his ass apart left no room for heated moans—only choked sobs escaped. But crying too loudly got his hair yanked or his stomach punched, so he had to grit his teeth and endure as much as he could.

“Ugh, ah… ngh!”

After a long stretch of this torment, Kang Chilhyun’s hot breaths signaled a surge of something pouring inside. His twitching cock, after a few spurts, slid out with a pop. The bumpy beads scraped along the walls, dragging out the pooled cum.

As if checking his handiwork, Kang Chilhyun spread Seong Jaeyoon’s limp legs again. Sticky cum oozed from the blood-tinged ass, and with no lingering attachment, he tossed Seong Jaeyoon toward the other inmates.

“I popped him open. Help yourselves.”

Like a pack of hyenas pouncing on scraps, the Alphas swarmed him in an instant. Life in Room 3, shrouded in secrecy, was the start of the karma Seong Jaeyoon had to pay.

***

Ever since Seong Jaeyoon got thoroughly messed up on his very first day, a few new rules were slapped onto Room 3 of Alpha Prison the moment he stepped foot in there.

First rule: Prisoner Number 4174 isn’t allowed to wear clothes inside the cell.

That meant he had to live with his massive, ravaged pecs and cum-soaked backside on full display. Not like it mattered much—half the time he was awake, he was getting passed around by the other inmates, so the rule was pretty much pointless anyway.

“Look at that slut. Check out those jugs. Damn, they’re bigger than a cow’s!”

“Been hitting the gym hard outside, huh? Those pecs could outdo any omega’s.”

From the morning roll call, the inmates hurled crude remarks, their eyes glued to Seong Jaeyoon’s chiseled, muscle-packed chest as they grabbed at it without warning. His nipples, bruised and swollen, stood painfully erect.

“Hnngh…”

They’d been handled so roughly that the skin on his nipples was half-peeled, sending a sharp, electric jolt of pain with every graze. But it wasn’t just pain—there was a twisted thrill that made his tense cock twitch despite himself.

As a signal stirred in his lower half, Seong Jaeyoon bit his lip hard, shame burning through him. Every time he tried to resist, he’d get beaten to a pulp, so his face was already a patchwork of mottled bruises. And that wasn’t all—stripped naked and left bare, his body was a canvas of welts and marks from being roughed up all over.

“Yo, he’s getting hard just from a little nipple play!”

“What, he’s gonna blow just from his tits?”

At the inmates’ jeers, Seong Jaeyoon squeezed his eyes shut. If he could just block it out—not see, not hear—it might be easier. But ignoring them only brought more aggression.

Smack!

“Open your damn eyes, bitch!”

He wanted to shut it all out, but after getting slapped around a few times, even the stubborn Seong Jaeyoon started to give in. The violence and fear outweighed any shred of pride he had left. His once-handsome face was now a mess—split lips, blood dripping from his nose, a total wreck. He had no choice but to move as they wanted.

“Old man, push those pecs together.”

“….”

“With all you’ve got. Lift’em up from the bottom.”

When Seong Jaeyoon reluctantly squeezed his meaty chest muscles together with his palms, a deep valley formed. The alphas circling him toyed with his firm pecs, sucking them hard or biting at the left nipple, which had sunken in, pulling it out with their teeth.

Twisting and tugging at his nipples like they were milking a cow was nothing new. His sore, saliva-slicked nipples burned, but Seong Jaeyoon had to endure this kind of torment multiple times a day. Forced to play with his own chest, he was nothing but eye candy for them.

But the humiliation Seong Jaeyoon faced was only the beginning.

Second rule: Prisoner Number 4174 must serve as the prison’s public fucktoy, no matter where he is.

“Suck it hard. Purse those lips.”

“Ugh… ngh.”

“Use your teeth, and I’ll knock’em all out.”

During free time, while jogging around the outdoor yard, Seong Jaeyoon was yanked by the hair by Kang Chilhyun. With no way to refuse, he clumsily started sucking the man’s cock with awkward tongue work.

The beaded texture of the shaft rubbed against his smooth tongue. As he hollowed his cheeks and sucked with force, the heavy flesh grew bigger and harder.

“Kh… hngh…”

His head was tilted at an awkward angle, his body jerked around, and the cock in his mouth plunged deep into his throat. It felt like the grotesque slab of meat was stabbing into the back of his skull. His throat clamped tight around the tip, and with a twitch, a flood of thick cum gushed down his gullet. The bitter, rancid stench made him gag, but he knew if he didn’t swallow, he’d catch hell—either words or fists.

After a few thrusts, the cock was pulled out, and Seong Jaeyoon finally gasped for air. His overstretched lips split, tasting blood, and his desperate breaths turned into sporadic coughs.

Once he’d choked down every drop of the load forced into him, Kang Chilhyun grabbed his hair roughly again.

“Turn around and spread it.”

“H-Here… you mean right here?”

Sex in broad daylight, out in the open yard? Stunned, Seong Jaeyoon glanced around, noticing several inmates already watching. But Kang Chilhyun answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What, you miss your kid that bad? Want him to join you here starting tomorrow?”

“No… I-I’ll do it.”

The sharp-witted Kang Chilhyun knew exactly how to handle the still-defiant Seong Jaeyoon. No matter how much pride he clung to in this mess, the moment his son was mentioned, he folded instantly.

Seong Jaeyoon wasn’t sure if Kang Chilhyun actually knew anything about his son or if it was just a bluff to keep him in line. If it was just talk, fine—but if it wasn’t…

Don’t provoke him.

For now, he kept his head down and obeyed, but Seong Jaeyoon wasn’t entirely without hope. He’d already requested a lawyer to arrange a transfer out of this hellhole. A few months at most, a few weeks at best, and he could be out.

Since he wasn’t sure how much Kang Chilhyun knew about his son Heewon, he couldn’t risk defying him. For now, he swallowed his pride and endured. His son’s safety was still his top priority.

“L-Like this?”

It was wide open, out in the yard with eyes all around, but Seong Jaeyoon dropped his pants and bent over sharply. Fumbling to brace himself against the wall, a harsh slap landed on his pale, firm ass.

“Hey, spread that hole properly.”

Kang Chilhyun made the humiliating demand with a blank face. Thanks to childhood piano lessons, Seong Jaeyoon’s fingers were long and straight—his hands large. Using those slender fingers, he spread his hole to its limit.

As he parted his firm cheeks, the chilly air stung his sensitive skin. His backside, torn and healed repeatedly from rough sex, had turned into a vulgar vertical slit.

“Look at that wrecked hole. Not even a stray dog would touch that.”

Saying that, Kang Chilhyun pressed his tip against the swollen, red entrance without any prep and shoved in. Even though the hole was stretched from constant use, an alpha’s cock was so thick it felt impossibly tight.

“Hah! Ah, ngh!”

Slick with precum, the beaded shaft plunged deep into his gut, sending a mix of sharp pain and electric pleasure shooting up his spine. Each thrust slammed their pelvises together with a wet smack. The force was so brutal it felt like his insides might burst. His legs buckled, his upper body sinking toward the ground.

As Kang Chilhyun picked up speed, his heavy balls slapped against Seong Jaeyoon’s perineum, sparking more pain. The relentless pounding against his sensitive prostate made his hips jerk upward, his body folding in half as it trembled. Inmates started gathering around, drawn to the obscene spectacle unfolding in the middle of the yard.

“Old man, tighten that hole.”

“Ugh, nngh… hah…”

As Kang Chilhyun pulled out slowly, the slick, red inner walls dragged out with him. The wet, molten sensation made Seong Jaeyoon’s insides feel like they were melting. The massive, beaded cock stirred his guts, growing larger with each grinding thrust.

Something felt off. The twitching, swelling shaft seemed ready to burst through his stomach. Over his taut, muscular abdomen, the outline of the massive cock was visible, bulging with each movement.

The shaft, hot as molten metal, swelled into a bulbous knot at its center.

“Argh! Ngh! P-Pull… out…!”

It was an alpha’s knotting. Knotting was supposed to happen only during an alpha’s rut, and weren’t they all given Pheromone Suppression Drugs upon entering the prison? How could a suppressed alpha be knotting ? Confusion swirled in his mind.

“Hoo… stay still ‘til I finish.”

Even Kang Chilhyun, pounding away, was panting heavily. An alpha knotting another alpha—it was as humiliating as having his alpha identity stripped away. It felt worse than any sadistic act he’d endured.

Soon, a flood of alpha cum shot into Seong Jaeyoon’s trembling body. The swollen knot locked tight in his narrow entrance, trapping the cum inside, pooling and sloshing in his bloated stomach.

How long did he stay there, stuck like a dog? His lower belly bulged like a pregnant omega’s, filled to the brim with cum. It felt like his insides were being carved up with a blade. As Seong Jaeyoon went limp, Kang Chilhyun groped his trembling, firm ass, savoring the afterglow.

“Damn, looks like shit but feels good.”

“….”

“You hear me, old man? Your hole’s top-notch.”

Kang Chilhyun flipped Seong Jaeyoon’s wrecked body over. Covered in cum and dirt, Seong Jaeyoon was a mess, while Kang Chilhyun, pants barely lowered, looked pristine.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he glanced at the alphas gathered around. Aroused by the filthy display, they approached the collapsed Seong Jaeyoon with their cocks standing tall.

When he squeezed his eyes shut, hot, sticky fluids poured over him. The glaring light seeping through his lids was blinding, but the impurity drenching him blocked it out.

Just hold on a little longer. Just a little longer.

It wasn’t long before Seong Jaeyoon realized the one thread of hope he’d been clinging to—his plan to escape—had unraveled.

***

After that public outdoor Knotting , Kang Chilhyun was nowhere to be seen for a while. It was strange—there’s no way a guy who ruled Alpha Prison like a king would’ve been thrown into solitary.

Or maybe not. Come to think of it, what kind of guy was he to hold that kind of power here in the first place? If Kang Chilhyun was, say, in his thirties, it wouldn’t feel so odd. But he was way too young to be running the show in a place like this.

Barely in his early twenties—how the hell did he manage it? In a special prison crawling with nothing but alphas, it couldn’t have been easy for a young buck to come out on top.

“Yo, old man, what’re you spacing out for? Bored or what?”

“….”

“Nothing to do? Come suck some dick then.”

Even with Kang Chilhyun gone, things didn’t get any better for Seong Jaeyoon. If anything, it was almost worse. Before, he just had to deal with Kang Chilhyun as the top dog. Now, the other inmates were fighting over who got to mess with him first, scrapping like dogs over a bone.

From the morning roll call, Seong Jaeyoon was kept busy playing fucktoy for the alphas in the cell. If he didn’t obey, he’d get beaten to a pulp—it was just how things went. Whether they shot cum or pissed in his hole, it didn’t hit him as hard as it used to. If he could just get out of here, the tables would turn. Sure, the memories were hell, but he figured he’d paid his dues and then some. That thought lightened the load on his mind, just a bit.

“4174, get out here.”

That day, while he was being passed around as usual, some good news finally came. The transfer request he’d put in through his lawyer had been approved. It happened fast—an emergency transfer pushed through by some higher-up connections, with same-day notice. To Seong Jaeyoon , it was like a lifeline.

Finally… I can get out.

Everything moved like clockwork. The gates of the hellish prison swung open, and as Seong Jaeyoon boarded the transfer bus, an unbelievable sight unfolded before him.

Outside the window, Kang Chilhyun was waving lazily at him. Shockingly, he wasn’t in a prisoner’s uniform but in a sleek black outfit—the black garb unique to Alpha Prison , the uniform of the Special Management Unit guards.

What the hell was going on? His brain short-circuited. But before he could process it, he spotted a familiar figure stepping off a bus for new inmates.

“Hee…won?”

It was Heewon. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he must’ve seen wrong, but there was no mistake—it was definitely his son, Heewon.

“Wait, let me off! Please!”

Seong Jaeyoon shouted to be let off the bus, but it was already pulling away, leaving his son and the pack of feral alphas behind in Alpha Prison.