That evening, you go into heat.

The rest of the afternoon, you become increasingly horny and restless. Your father has been told by your mother, and dinner is a little awkward. You can't sit still in your seat, it feels like there's an itch in your ass that need to be scratched, and your cock is achingly hard.

You already tried to masturbate, but while you did come a few times, it didn't leave you satisfied.

Your mother tries to talk about everything but the ceremony, but you can feel that she and your father are feeling tense.

It's eight P.M. when you beg them to call Dr. Harris and bring you to the community center.

"Please, Dad," you tell your father, who is looking a little horrified. "I need it. I need... I need an Alpha." Or three. Or more than that.

The trip to the community center is a blur, and you're moaning in the backseat of the car. You feel hot all over, your skin is sensitive everywhere, and the touch of your clothes is too much.

Dr. Harris is there to get you out of the car and hustles you into the center. There's about a dozen townspeople outside already, watching you with curiosity. You don't know if they'll be there tonight - you don't even know if your parents will watch tonight - and you don't care. "Please," you tell your doctor, "please, I need to be fucked!"

She smiles and keeps a firm hold on your arm as she brings you into the small room behind the stage that gets used as a dressing room when there's a play on. It has a table on one side with a row of make-up mirrors, and there's a cubicle in the corner for showering. "Okay, Alex, focus on me," she tells you. "The ceremony will start in half an hour, and the mayor will give a little speech first before it starts."

"The mayor," you mutter, thinking about the thick bulge in his pants from the afternoon. You hope he gets here soon.

"Yes, and if you want him to fuck you, you can," Dr. Harris tells you. "Now, get your clothes off and take a shower. We want you to be fresh and clean for tonight. You want to smell nice for your Alphas, right?"

Yes, you have to smell good for your Alphas, your Alphas have to be pleased with you so that they'll want to fuck you and relieve this itch inside.

Your fingers are clumsy as they deal with the buttons on your trousers and your erection bobs in the air when you pull your boxers down. Dr. Harris hands you a washing cloth and some soap that smells like lemon and citrus. There's already a towel in the cubicle, along with a silk bathrobe.

You wash yourself thoroughly, paying extra attention to your ass, balls and cock. You jerk off again, thinking about being filled with a big Alpha's cock, with everyone watching you.

You're disturbed by loud knocks on the door of the cubicle. "C'mon, Alex, time to get out, we only have a few more minutes!"

You blink, and you look at the come-splattered wall of the cubicle. Your cock, meanwhile, is still rockhard. You dry yourself with the towel and put the bathrobe on. It's smooth against your sensitive skin, and it's difficult to keep your cock from sticking out and exposing itself.

Dr. Harris quickly blowdries your hair, takes another bloodsample and uses a Q-tip inside your ass. "Like I said, male Omegas are rare so I'm trying to get some good samples here."

By then, you're so horny that it's hard to think and speak. "Please," you tell her, "soon?"

"Yes, Alex, very soon." She grabs your hand and pulls you outside, to the backstage so you can wait there until Mayor Thompson calls you to come on stage.

You stare at him as he speaks to the crowd. Damn, what a handsome, powerful man. You feel some of slick dribble out of your ass just looking at him.

"And now, the man of the night, Alex, come on up!" Mayor Thompson smiles at you.

You walk on stage, which is well-lit with stagelights, and stand next to the mayor. Behind you is a huge double bed, neatly made. It's on a little platform, so everyone can clearly see what's going on. You wonder how filthy and come-covered it'll be before the night is over.

In front of you is the audience. The first two rows are all Alphas, and even though you're a little blinded by the stagelights, you can tell that they're looking at you hungrily. A spike of lust floods through when you realise that they all want to fuck you. And you want to let them. You look at their faces, trying to figure out which one of them you'll choose. The Alphas you know well? Or the ones you passed once or twice in the street?

You can't make out how many people there are in total, but you can see that in the back, people are standing, so there's got to be over two hundred people in the room.

Mayor Thompson looks at you expectantly. "I guess you'd like to start the ceremony, then?" he asks.

"Yes," you say, heartfelt, because yes, you want to start and get fucked right now. You let the robe slide down your arms, exposing your lean body to the audience. There's some murmurs, but you don't hear what they say. Your cock is still standing proud, leaking some pre-cum already.

Mayor Thompson swallows hard, and you can see his erection is growing already. "Then I guess I can only ask you to pick the first Alpha to take you."