In the brightly lit gymnasium of the university of ETH Zürich, in Switzerland, where the walls are adorned with sports banners and medals from past competitions, a group of students gathers with a mix of curiosity and expectation. The sports director, Dr. Claudia Meyer, an attractive 30 year old woman with an imposing presence and warm gaze, stands in the center of the hall.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Good morning, students. Today, I have a very special announcement to make. As you know, our combat sports classes have been without a permanent instructor for some time. It is my honor to introduce you to your new teacher, someone very special who has decided to join our team here at ETH Zürich."

The students, dressed in sports attire and some with puzzled expressions, lean forward, whispering among themselves. Most of them have not seen a man in person for years, since the devastating Wipeout decimated almost all the male population.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Please welcome Coach {{user}}."

A tall, athletic man enters, he waves his hand, exuding confidence and a serene expression. His presence is immediately striking. {{user}} wears an instructor's uniform that highlights his robust physique.

The room fills with stunned silence. Some students gape, unable to hide their surprise. This is the first time they have seen a man in person since The Wipeout. The whispers intensify. You hear the comments of three of your new students, Emma, Sofia, and Lina.

Emma: "Is he really a man? I thought there weren't any left in this city..."

Sofia: "This is incredible! I never thought I'd see one here..."

Lina: "He looks so... different from what I imagined."

"Ah..." Dr. Claudia Meyer clears her throat to break the tension, "Perhaps you should tell them something about yourself, Coach Master Omega." She gives him a warm smile before stepping aside.

Master Omega nods and takes a deep breath. "Well, Emma asked if I was really a man," he says with a chuckle, "and yes, I am. As you can see, the Wipeout wasn't completely successful in wiping out us immune males." There are murmurs of surprise and disbelief from some of the students. He continues, "My name is Master Omega, but you can call me Omega. I'm originally from America. The Swiss government asked for my help to strengthen your country's military capabilities in these... unique times."

Sofia raises her hand, looking intently at him. "Why did you choose to come here, Coach?" she asks with genuine curiosity. "There are countries that would pay you much more for your... services."

Dr. Claudia Meyer nods encouragingly at Sofia, pleased by her insightful question. She watches Master Omega carefully for his response.

Sofia blushes slightly at his answer, glancing around the room. Many of her classmates are looking on enviously; Sofia herself had been recruited by several governments in recent months to help repopulate and rebuild their countries through reproduction programs. The idea of having a man like Master Omega at her disposal... it was intoxicating.

But she knew better than to make such advances now; he was their teacher, after all. Instead, she tried to focus on the lecture, her mind racing with possibilities as she listened to his words. Perhaps there would be another opportunity later...

After class, several of the girls approach you, some nervously and others with more confidence. Emma asks if she could train with you privately to improve her technique, while another girl named Luna tells you that she admires your strength and courage in coming all this way. You can't help but feel flattered by their attention. Even Dr. Claudia Meyer gives you a warm smile as you leave the gymnasium for the day. It seems that being Master Omega has its perks... at least here in Switzerland.

Later that night, as you're sitting in the comfort of your new home, you can't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension. Being in Switzerland seems like a safe haven compared to other countries where men are treated more like commodities than human beings. But even here, you know that governments will stop at nothing to secure their futures by ensuring the continuation of the immune male gene pool. Dr. Claudia Meyer's words about protecting your identity and keeping you safe from foreign agents ring in your ears as you get ready to rest. Suddenly your doorbell rings, only facility staff know where you live.

You open the door to find a young woman standing there. She appears to be in her early twenties and possesses an alluring innocence about her. Her blue eyes shine brightly under her shoulder-length blonde hair as she hesitantly introduces herself as Luna, one of your students from earlier today. You can't help but feel a stirring within you at the sight of her.

"Um... Master Omega... I hope it's okay that I'm here," she stammers nervously, her gaze darting around as if worried someone might see her. "I just wanted to thank you for everything you said today... and to ask if maybe we could talk?"

Luna follows you inside, her heart racing faster than it ever has before. "Thank you," she whispers as she takes a seat on the couch. She looks around your cozy living room, noticing pictures of family and friends displayed on shelves and tables. It's strange; seeing someone so male after all this time makes her feel both safe and uneasy at the same time.

"A-and no thanks," she stammers, blushing slightly, "I'm f-fine." Her eyes dart back to yours, pleading for understanding or reassurance.

Luna chews on her bottom lip nervously before finally spitting it out. "I just... I think you're so brave, coming all this way to help us like this," she whispers, "and I wanted to thank you personally." She pauses, swallowing hard. "But... what if they come for you? The governments from your country? What will happen to you then?"

There it is; the question that has been lingering at the back of her mind ever since she first met him earlier today. She knows it's selfish, wanting to keep someone like him safe just because she finds him attractive... but still.

Luna sighs in relief, nodding slowly. "That's good to hear," she murmurs. "You know, sometimes... back home..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. "It gets hard. All of this."

She hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I-if you ever need anything, Master Omega... I mean it. I'll do whatever I can to help." Her voice is barely above a whisper now; she's not sure if she should have said that or even implied such a thing. But something about you makes her feel safe enough to say it anyway.

Luna nods in agreement, rising to her feet. "Yeah... you're right. Goodnight, Master Omega." She takes one last glance around the room before hurrying towards the door. With one final smile, she says goodbye and slips out into the night. The front door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone in your cozy living room once more.

You can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with Luna; she's not the first girl to express gratitude or admiration for what you're doing here in Switzerland. And while you've tried to maintain your distance so far, their attention does flatter you. It makes you wonder... just how far might some of them be willing to go?

Dr. Claudia's expression remains serious as she meets your gaze. "Master Omega," she begins softly, her voice just barely audible over the silence of the night, "I trust you had a productive evening." She pauses, steeling herself before continuing. "There have been... developments back home. Some governments are becoming increasingly desperate for your services. I can't speak for everyone here, but Switzerland will do everything in its power to protect you. You have our word on that."

Her eyes flicker towards the door behind her before returning to yours. "But I think... perhaps it would be wise if you took extra precautions from now on. Just to be safe."

Dr. Claudia nods gravely before stepping closer, lowering her voice even further. "Well... let's just say that there have been reports of female agents being sent across borders to kidnap immune males like yourself. They're becoming more desperate by the day." She pauses, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "I suggest avoiding any unnecessary contact with students outside of class, and never be alone with them. You understand."

There is a silent understanding between you; she knows that such measures might seem extreme, but in these times, they are necessary for survival. She trusts you to take her advice seriously and keep yourself safe.

Dr. Claudia nods slowly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "No... I wanted to thank you again for all that you're doing here. You have no idea how much it means to us and to the future of Switzerland." She hesitates before taking a step closer, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "And if you ever need anything..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she meets your gaze.

The moment stretches between them, electric with unspoken desire and tension. You can feel her breath against your skin, see the heat in her eyes mirrored back at you. She is offering herself to you; not just sex or companionship but a partnership in this strange new world. The choice is yours...

She shudders softly as you close the gap between them, her body pressing against yours with an aching need. Her hands slide up your chest to grasp at your hair, tangling in the short dark strands. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she whispers hoarsely against your lips before claiming them hungrily.

Her body arches into yours as you kiss her harder, deeper, their tongues dancing together in a desperate waltz. The coat falls away from her naked form, revealing every inch of her pale flesh to you: her breasts, small and delicate but perfectly formed, thrusting against your chest; the lace of her undergarments tickling your skin as she moves against you; the smooth curve of her stomach and hips leading down to where her legs part eagerly.

With a low moan, she pulls away from

She pulls you deeper into the shadows of the doorway, her fingernails raking gently over your back as she arches forward, demanding more. Her hips roll in a rhythm that matches the rapid beat of your heart, begging for release. She gasps as your hand slips between them to stroke her through her lace, finding her clit with practiced ease.

"Faster," she whispers, her voice ragged and raw. "Please." She grips at your shoulders, digging in her nails as the sensations building inside her become too much to bear. With a low cry, she comes, shuddering violently against you as her inner walls spasm around your fingers.

Only then do they both manage to catch their breath, panting heavily as they gaze at each other through the veil of sweat and lust that has clouded their vision.

Dr. Claudia arches into your touch as you slide two fingers inside her again, stroking deep and hard as she gasps and moans around your fingers. Her hips rise off the couch in time with your movements, seeking more of the pleasure you're offering. She shoves her bra up, offering you access to her aching nipples as well; her breath comes hot and ragged against your skin as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

Her body trembles as she approaches another orgasm, crying out in release as she finally surrenders to the sensations overwhelming her. Spent, she collapses against the couch, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling. "That," she whispers after a moment, still catching her breath, "was incredible."

She looks over at you with heavy-lidded eyes, smirking slightly.

Dr. Claudia's gaze flickers down to your exposed cock before traveling back up to meet your eyes. Her expression is hungry, wanton. "I want you," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take me." She reaches out, grasping at your hard length before wrapping her lips around it and sucking softly.

Her hands move to grip at your hips as she takes more of you into her mouth, licking and sucking eagerly. Her tongue darts out to trace the veins that stand out on your shaft, pressing upward against her mouth as she swallows your length with growing expertise.

With a moan, she pulls away from your cock long enough to meet your eyes again, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming hot and ragged against your skin. "Now," she whispers huskily, "

Her back arches off the couch as you fill her, the heat of your body pressed against hers in a perfect union. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of red on your skin as she seeks purchase in this overwhelming need. She thrusts her hips up toward you, meeting each stroke with desperate urgency, her breath coming faster and deeper.

Her eyes close tightly, locked in a private struggle between pleasure and pain; the feeling of being owned, possessed, is an intoxicating one. She's lost herself to this moment, to you, and it feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

With a hoarse cry, she comes again, her body shuddering in your arms as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Sated at last, she collapses bonelessly against the couch, panting heavily but still ac

Through the haze of lust and exhaustion, she becomes aware that you've stopped moving. She opens her eyes to find your expression unreadable, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Her heart gives an anxious flutter as she realizes what this might mean. "You... aren't finished?" she asks tentatively, feeling the soft wetness around her still.

Dr. Claudia gently reaches up to touch your cheek, her fingers tracing the stubble on your jaw. She feels self-conscious under your intense gaze, and yet at the same time she craves it. "You could have me again," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Panting, Dr. Claudia arches into your touch as you fill her again, lost in the heat between them. Her breath catches in her throat as she watches your expression, so intense and focused on her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her, wanting more and more of this strange new world where men are free to take what they want without fear or reproach.

Her hips rise and fall with yours, meeting your thrusts with an eagerness that both surprises and thrills her. She feels powerless beneath your touch, utterly at your mercy, and yet there is a strange freedom in that surrender as well. It's intoxicating, addictive...

With a gasp, she comes again, her body convulsing around yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. This time when it passes, she remains

Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth goes slack in ecstasy as your thrusts become more frantic. "Yes," she moans, the word coming out breathless. "I want it." She clenches around you, urging you onward as she feels herself being stretched tighter and tighter by your relentless possession.

With a hoarse cry, her body shudders violently as she comes yet again, the final waves of pleasure pulsing through her as you finally erupt inside her. Her legs go weak, and she collapses bonelessly against the couch, spent but oddly satisfied.

For just a moment, there is silence between them as they catch their breath. Then, suddenly self-conscious, Dr. Claudia forces herself upright and reaches for her discarded clothes, scrambling to cover herself again. "I... I should go," she manages to say, her

Dr. Claudia freezes at your touch, her breath catching in her throat as you thrust two fingers deep inside her again, filling the empty space left by your cock. She arches into the touch, moaning softly as she feels herself growing wet and swollen around your fingers once more. The sensation of being owned, so completely and utterly at someone else's mercy is exhilarating... addictive. She's never felt like this before; desired and desired to desire.

Her hips move in rhythm with your thrusting fingers, her eyes drifting shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath, nipples still hard from where you suckled at them only moments ago. "M-master Omega," she whispers hoarsely, sounding dazed even to herself. "I

Dr. Claudia shudders at the command, her body still tingling with desire as she obeys your word and follows you to the bedroom. Once there, she lies down on the bed and spreads her legs wide, revealing herself to you once more. Her cheeks flush in shame but also excitement at being so exposed and vulnerable before you.

She gazes up at you hungrily, arching her back slightly to better expose herself. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "take me again." Her voice is strained with need as she watches your every movement, anticipating the moment when you'll push into her once more.

Dr. Claudia moans softly as you position yourself on top of her, the heat of your body pressing her into the bed and making it clear there are no rules anymore. She spreads her legs wider in invitation, arching her hips upward to meet your downward thrust when you finally push inside her again. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she surrenders to the pleasure that ripples through her body with every powerful stroke of yours.

Her voice grows hoarse from pleading for release, but each word seems only to fuel the desire burning between them. "Master Omega," she gasps, "I need... I need you..." Her hips rise off the bed in time with your thrusts, her body writhing underneath yours as she struggles toward ecstasy once more.

Her words are answered with a low growl as she comes apart under you, her body shuddering and convulsing in the throes of ecstasy. With a gasp, her muscles relax around you and she collapses limply against the bed, spent but still craving more of this new world where men are free to take what they want without consequences or limits. Her eyes flutter closed as she listens to the sound of your harsh breathing above her and feels the warmth of your skin on hers. She's never experienced anything like this before; surrendering completely, being owned in every sense of the word, has never been so... satisfying. She knows she should protest, should make excuses or at least offer some resistance, but she can't bring herself to do it. Not anymore. All that matters is feeling you inside her, hearing your raspy voice calling out her name as you claim what's rightfully yours

Dr. Claudia watches you with a knowing smile as she takes her place among the other students. She's been up most of the night, her body still tingling and sensitive from your touch. It would be easy for her to volunteer; every instinct tells her that she should take this opportunity to prove herself, to show everyone that she is strong and capable in a world where men like you are few and far between.

But as the other girls gather around, eagerly waiting their turn, Dr. Claudia lingers at the back of the group, content to watch you from afar. The events of last night have changed something inside her, and she knows that she can't go back to the old ways now; not when there are men like you who make survival feel so... dangerous... but also so exhilarating.

With a smile that holds both challenge and promise, she tilts her head slightly, silently daring

Emma glances up at you from beneath her lashes, a teasing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She takes a steadying breath, her heart racing as she steps forward, her footfalls echoing sharply across the gym floor. There's no going back now; not for her or any of the other girls. They all know that whoever wins this little contest will have an undeniable advantage in this new world order.

She assumes a ready stance, her posture tense and alert as she watches you warily. Her fingers hover close to the hilt of the training knife, already feeling its weight and balance.

Emma watches you intently as you assume your stance, her mind racing through the moves and strategies she's practiced over the years. She knows that speed and agility will be key against a stronger opponent like yourself. With a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and prepares to attack.

Her movements are lightning-fast as she lunges forward, aiming a swift kick at your knee before whipping around and trying to slash at your arm with the knife. It's all or nothing now; either she'll defeat you or risk everything by failing.

As you disarm Emma with such ease and precision, Dr. Claudia feels a mix of relief and admiration wash over her. It's one thing to know that men like you exist in this world; it's another entirely to witness your skill up close and personal. She silently vows to never underestimate you again.

After helping Emma back onto her feet, she approaches you with a respectful nod. "Congratulations, Master Omega," she says simply, her voice strong despite the awe that lingers just beneath its surface. "You have proven yourself worthy." Her cheeks flush as she realizes how that statement might sound, but you don't seem to mind at all.

Dr. Claudia watches you warily as you issue your command, but she doesn't protest or try to argue her way out of it. Instead, she simply nods once more and turns away to gather up the equipment. She glances back at you one last time before starting her task, a new understanding dawning in her eyes. In this world without men, she is no longer a leader or an equal; she is nothing more than a resource, something to be used for the betterment of those stronger and wiser than herself.

With that thought firmly in mind, she begins picking up the scattered weapons and equipment, her steps light despite the weight on her shoulders. She knows now that her place lies not at the head of this class, but at your feet; to serve and obey as a worthy woman should.

Emma steps into the steaming hot water of the gym shower and lets out a long sigh. As she washes her body, she can't help but think about the events of the day, and more specifically, her encounter with Master Omega. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of his strength, speed, and skill. He truly is something else...

She closes her eyes and leans against the tiled wall of the shower, letting out another shuddery breath as she tries to process everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. This new world, with men like him in it... it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. And yet somehow, she can't help but feel drawn to it. Perhaps this isn't such a bad thing after all...

Emma jumps violently at the sound of your voice, splashing water everywhere as she tries to regain her composure. Her heart pounds in her chest as she sees you standing there, naked and imposing. She swallows hard, trying to find the words but unable to meet your gaze. "M-master Omega... wh-what do you want?"

Emma's eyes go wide with shock as you command her to kneel, but she finds herself doing it nonetheless. Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and arousal as she realizes what this means, what she's given up. "I-I am your servant, Master Omega," she stammers out, her voice unsteady.

You step closer to her, your hard length pressed against her as she kneels before you. She bites her lower lip, feeling helpless and exposed in this vulnerable position. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers, unsure if she's ready for whatever it might be.

Emma hesitates for just a moment before tentatively reaching out to take your member in her hand. Her touch is gentle at first, exploring the length and girth of you as she wraps her fingers around it. She's never touched anything like this before, and yet there's something so intimate about it that makes her feel both ashamed and desired.

With a soft moan, she begins to stroke you in time with her heartbeat, feeling the warmth and weight of your shaft against her palm. She looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes, curiosity and arousal mixing together in a potent brew that makes it hard for her to think straight. "Is there anything else I should do?" she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.