Climbing the stairs one by one was a drag. My balls were trying to bounce around my thong, increasing the chance of precum leaking onto the floor. Thankfully, every flight of stairs was adorned with wallpapers of Master Larry in various poses. On some He was posing wearing a jockstrap to show off His bulge, while on some others He was fully naked, jerking off or fucking a tenant. There were phrases or words written on all the walls, like “I own you”, “Submit”, “You exist to serve Me” or “A beta is empty without cock.” All these words rang in my mind, I knew them all to be true. I existed to serve Him, I was His beta, submitting to Him was my goal.
After climbing 4 floors of heavenly decorated stairwells, I finally got to reach the floor Master lived on. The hallway on that floor didn't contain much, with a double-door entryway leading to His penthouse, and the elevator, marked “Alphas only.” I knocked on the double-door weakly, before hearing Him, “Come in Cockslut.” I opened the doors slowly, stepping into His palace.
My feet felt a bit cold as I stepped on the marble tilling of the entry-way. I heard a whisper in the back of my mind, “Undress in His presence.” I quickly removed my thong, letting my balls drop with a tug. I looked around, enjoying how open Master's penthouse was, all the walls facing the exterior were simply panes of glass, allowing the sun in and providing a glorious view of the neighbourhood. To the left of me was the kitchen, with an island counter Master would fuck His betas on when the mood would strike Him. The fridge was enormous, probably to hold all the food He needed to keep His body in shape. To the right was His living room. I could see the back of His massive sofa, custom-made to hold Him and 2 more of His Alpha friends. There was a massive TV facing the couch, “We love you so much,” which was playing a porno, where two betas I knew, Mo from room 18 and Cal from room 3, were sucking a massive brown cock I vaguely felt I should recognize. “Ah yeah, just like that,” the sound system was playing the porno's audio loudly, panting and moaning resonating through Master's penthouse, “You want my load, uh?”. The bathroom was further down the penthouse, and I could see part His hot tub through the very slightly opened door. I looked up the stairs, where His bedroom was located. “Thank you Sir,” the double-door to it was opened, and brief flashes of the multiple times Master fucked me in front of the cameras came to mind.
I noticed some smoke by the ceiling, when I also smelled the pleasant odor of tobacco, mixed with some woody and leathery tones. I climbed the step limiting the entrance, and looked around. Further down in the living room, I could see part of Master's sex-throne, where the smoke seemed to emanate from. I approached that area of His penthouse when I noticed someone was sitting in Master's throne.
Slowly walking towards the man, I took his partially naked body in, noticing the open bathrobe he was wearing had a gold “Master Larry” embroidered on it. From the get-go, I knew this man was an Alpha, he was bald, his tan head glistening against the natural light that flooded Master's penthouse. His head was fairly wide, nearly square in shape. His beard covered his neck down to his pecs, preventing me from seeing if he had a bull-neck. His mouth was also covered with facial hair, hidden by his bushy moustache, with only a fat cigar peaking through. His eyes, furnished with heavy black brows, were crystal-clear, a deep blue that nearly stunned me on sight. This Alpha's head made him look like a complete brute who knew he owned the world. I moved my gaze further down, onto the mostly beard-covered chest this man had. His pecs were covered in a forest of dark hair, with multiple thick gold chain contouring the massive mounds. They looked like elongated spheres, parts of his nipples were poking out of his opened bathrobe. From what I could see, they each looked to be around 3 inches of beefy Alpha nipple. His colossal man-tits were resting on a heavy round waist, jutting out of his body to display pure strength by its scale. It was only when I looked at this man's crotch and legs that I realized the mistake I'd made, the reason the gorgeous brown cock in the porno felt so familiar.
“Ah, cockhound, I can see it in your mind. You forgot what Papi looked like for a moment, didn't you?” His thick voice roared through the room.
I stepped closer to Papi and kneeled, tears welling up in my eyes, “I'm-- I'm so sorry Papi, I won't do it again, Sir.” I betrayed the man I loved most, I had forgotten how He looked.
Master took a puff of His cigar, leaning towards me as He blew smoke in my face, “You better not. Here's some light reading for you.”
Papi threw a book next to me, opened up to a page with still-drying ink, wet finger-shaped stains strewn across the paper.
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Jay is aware the book changes things, yet has no recollection of using it in the past. jay is too dum to tink of using the book
Beta men are born with the purposed of pleasing Alpha men sexually. Beta men have overly developed gluteus muscles, the skin covering those lined with a high density of nerve endings. Due to the amount of nerve ending on their posterior, beta men will strongly react to stimulation in this area. Beta men's prostate has, over the years, evolved by drastically increasing in size and nerve-ending density, in order to procure heightened pleasure during anal penetration. As a beta smells an Alpha's hormone, this organ will produce anal lubricant as a response, to elicit penetration. A similar organ located in the oropharynx, called “orostate,” has developed as an additional response to Alpha hormones. The orostate has replaced most functions of the uvula, which has disappeared from beta men over the recent millennia, freeing them of gag reflexes.
Larry “Master” Douglas' occupation:
since my cock s so big im the mos knon porn star in the wolrd and the fagots i rent apartments ar all my personal whors that im also their pimp. my bilding is lik a fukhous an its maid to remind the beta whors i own dem
Larry “Master” Douglas' general details:
Name: Larry “Master” Douglas
names for sluts: Master, Papi, Daddy, Sir, His Excellense, King
Age: 47
Nationality: cuba
Skin: brown
Height: 7 foots 5 inch
Weight: 378 pounds
Hair Color: blak n whit
Eye Color: blu
Body Shape: beefyest
Body Hair: most
Sexual Orientation: betasexual
Penile Size Flaccid: 26 inches length by 17 inches girth
Penile Size Erect: 36 inches length by 24 inches girth
Testicular Size: 19 inch long x 40 inch around
Testosterone Type: α
Personality: Alpha, Dominant, Arrogant, Narcissistic, god, luv me, roff, comanding, every1 obsess wit me, fuckin asome, supr horni an sekshal
Hobbies: fuckin, getting sucked, drinkin good booz, dominate sluts, cigar, makin porno, watch porno, secks, workout, humilat beta, be worshiped
Occupation: Landlord, pornstar, pimp
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It all clicked. Papi was always this massive Cuban Alpha bear, who would waste time away by enjoying His sluts as He filmed them enjoying His body.
I collected myself, breathing in His musk and the smoke of His cigar. The porno He was watching was still playing on the TV behind me, Master's deep voice rumbling through the speakers. It seemed like He was close to an orgasm in that recording. Hearing Him on the brink of release was so stimulating me, I could feel the floor rumble with the same intensity it did when He would be close to cumming in me. I rode the rumble, my mind wanting to replicate the feelings the betas were showing in the movie. “Pause disc,” Papi talked to the ceiling. A robotic voice answered, “Pausing disc.”
The speakers went silent. I looked up, Papi was now leaning even closer to me than He did earlier, His face a few feet away from mine. He placed one of His thick, ring-adorned fingers on my lips, which I slowly opened up as I moved my tongue towards it. I licked the tip of His finger, the taste of tobacco lingering. I slowly moved my tongue around while I looked into His eyes. I was mesmerized as always, pulled into His gaze. While I slowly started sucking onto His finger, the rest of them gripped my chin and neck. Master leaned back into His sex-throne, dragging me onto Him at the same time. I felt my stomach and nub run across His Holy cock, until my face rested on top of His thick, hair-covered waist. He kept His grasp on me as I worshipped His finger, happy to enjoy His taste. With His free hand, He smoked His cigar for a few minutes blowing every puff He could right into my nose to make me cough.
He let my face go after a while, and placed His cigar in an ashtray on the side table. He poured Himself a glass of expensive scotch. Downing His glass in one swig, He slapped my ass. “Ye-yes Pa-Papi,” I moaned loudly.
“Alright slut, I made my balls bigger, they need a bath,” He said while pushing me off Him.
He wasn't lying when He said they were bigger. I looked at them quickly, and they were resting on the ground, mostly due to their weight and size. As per regular worship preparation in Master's church, I kneeled in front of Papi, by the tip of His Pleasure. I kissed His Covering, hoping to be blessed by His Preceding. Papi's Pleasure throbbed a few times, and I quickly placed His Tip in my mouth, stretching it in a way only He could. I licked around the Tip, before I tasted His Preceding. I sucked a bit as a gush of it sprayed into my mouth, my hole and nub throbbing in response to the warm, salty liquid. Marked by His sweet nectar, I reluctantly removed His Tip from my mouth, Papi frequently reminding us that we were only allowed one shot of His Precedent when preparing for Him. I closed my eyes, ready to pray to Him.
I placed both my hands on my ass, spreading them apart. “May Master enjoy this body, from the-- the lowest of holes, ah-” I said in a monotone voice, interrupted by my fingers entering my hole. “Ah- ah- to the weak, obedient flesh He has granted us-- hng--” My hands roamed my body, twisting my nipples mid-sentence. “Up to the words we celebrate His glory with-” My left hand grasped my neck with force, as my right hand fished for my throat spot deep in my mouth, pressing it repeatedly. Once it had been stimulated enough for me to cough up lube, I drew a cross on my back with it, before ending my prayer. “Amen.”
Papi's hands clapped together as I opened my eyes, “Come on, you've got work-- Hngg-- ahead, get to it.” He groaned mid-sentence, I saw His meat throb a few more times. I turned to look at the tip of His cock, a puddle of precum forming under it. Papi snapped to get my attention again, “A- are you-ou dense?” He seemed angry, but there was a slightly breathy tone to His voice, like He was keeping something in. As I crawled towards His balls, I could feel the heat of His soft shaft warm my skin, despite not touching it. There were small currents of wind as it flexed up and down, which would normally signal He was close to an orgasm.
He had given me a task, and I could not deviate from His path. I got closer to His hairy ball-sack, my first reaction being to press my face against it to smell His musk. I inhaled as strong as I could, taking a big whiff of His scent. My mind started spinning, feelings of belonging rushing through my brain. Images of Papi's cock shooting His cum inside me played in my head, alongside images of me holding His cock. My asshole gaped by itself, small gusts of cold air entering the opening as it leaked lube onto the marble floor. After this hit of pheromones, I stuck my tongue out, rubbing it against His balls.
“Hhhmmmphhhhh,” Master groaned, “Fuck-- That's-- Armphh.” I continued licking His sack, hair getting stuck on my tongue sometimes. Papi would groan frequently, and with more vigour as I kept at it. The more I moved around, the more I realized that His sack was tasting like sweat. He normally wouldn't sweat until He was actively fucking someone... “Fuckin' hell-- I rea-- really need a godda-- goddamn hole,” He muttered under His beard. I moved myself so I would be able to look up at Him while I kept going.
His forehead was drenched in sweat, dripping right onto His moustache and beard. His nostrils were breathing fast and deep, His thick tongue dangling from His open mouth, using it to lick His lips occasionally. He was caressing His right pec with His right hand, using the left one to rub His wide wide stomach, “Fu-- Fuckin' massive yeah.” Then He pinched His left nipple, teasing it hard. He groaned, the floor vibrating under the power of his voice. The ball I was cleaning shook, a loud gurgling coming from it. I heard a loud wet slap, my head turning in the direction of the sound instantly.
Master Larry was harder than I'd ever seen Him before. The veins on His glory were colored deep reds and blues, pulsing with His colossal shaft. “Hol-- horny hngh-- hell,” He let out, the head of His cock was closer to purple than pink, and it was swimming in a vast puddle of its precum. I felt a familiar presence standing up behind me as some metallic clanking came from Papi's end table. A thick hand swiftly grabbed the back of my neck as some silicon got shoved down my throat, hitting the spot. A strap was secured tightly against my head, keeping the toy lodged where it was.
One of Papi's hands grabbed the side of my face, before pressing what felt like a button on the gag, “This-- Ugh-- This is your fuck-- hrmpphhhh fuckin' fault.” I nodded as best as I could despite not knowing what He was talking about, moaning against the vibrating shaft lodged in my throat. Master dragged me to the wooden coffee table in the center of the living room, which He placed me onto face-down. “You better en- aahhhhh-- enjoy this,” my arms and legs were spread around, before Master tied me down.
Master Larry didn't do anything to try to open me up for His monster cock. All I heard was “Fuckin' hole yeah-- hmmmm-- It's all your fuckin' fault-- uhhhhrg,” as He pushed it in me in one go. My body adapted to His Glory as it always did, stretching around the colossal pillar of flesh like magic. Papi placed His hands on the sides of the coffee table, gripping it tightly as He pushed himself in. He was groaning loudly as He forced me to take Him in, “Gotta hmmm-- gotta fuck-- it's-- your fault.” Not even halfway in, I felt my innards fill up, and His cock continuously throb, “So hor-- arumphh-- horny beyond-- need hole.”
The pressure I was under was intense, and it only got better once I felt Papi's gut on my back alongside His crotch on my ass. He was fully in, I was pulsating from the pleasure in my throat, concentrating on making sure my insides were massaging His cock. “Stupid f-- oh-- cking book-- making me int-- ahhhh-- a sex addic- hrmmmphhh-- I'll fuck your-- ah-- brains out,” Master yelled before pulling part of His dick out of me.
He slammed it back in, “Yeah!” He pulled back, “Take.” Then forced it back in, “It.” The movement was debilitating. I knew this was what I wanted, getting fucked hard by Papi. I still had no idea what He meant with the book, but I was happy I was being accused of making Him this horny if this got to be my punishment. Despite His size, Master was fucking me at breakneck speed. His cock was pulsating in my ass, and the toy vibrating against my throat spot were nearly moving as fast as each other. I felt an orgasm well up in me, I moaned against the vibrator, only to be near silent in comparison to Papi's grunts, “Ya wahhhh-- want this? Hmrpph-- You—ou--ou-- want moohhhh-- re?” I nodded, unsure if Master was even looking at my head.
The first dam broke, my nub starting shooting cum like it had done earlier with Boss. My nub was at an angle, shooting cum down my balls. Master kept fucking me at the same breakneck speed as before, laughing loudly, “Yeaaaaaahhhhhh-- Let it goooooohhhh-- Gonna make you fuhhhhhhh-- cking begghhhhh-- me to stohhhhh—p.” Why would I want Him to stop? Papi was allowing me to serve His inhumane sexual needs, it was all I ever wanted. He kept slamming His cock in me as I came, using me as His living fleshlight. The gag I had shoved down my throat was making me drown in lube, intensifying the pleasure my spot was receiving. Due to His presence, as well as how His thrusts were hitting all the right buttons, Papi made me orgasm again, my first one having barely started to lower in intensity. My toes curled in my restraints, my hands gripping onto the wooden coffee table. He slowed down His fucking, instead opting to gyrate His hips for more stimulation as He entered me. “Can't-- uh-- believe you'reaahhhhhh-- not strugg-- ling yet,” He moaned between thrusts. Oh fuck, He knew how to hit the right spots... I moaned as loud as I could against the vibrator, my balls trembling as they amped up their production. He laughed loudly, moaning from the pleasure, “Guess I've got toooohhhh-- haha-- do morehhhnnnngg--”
Papi moved His hands away from the table, and leaned in on me. His gut was pressing again my back, it felt so heavy and hairy. He kept gyrating His hips as He penetrated me, when His hands touched my nipples. He pinched them both, twisting them around. Mere seconds later, my nub shook, my balls quivered. My mind froze. “Alriiiiii-- ght, and foooooooh--”
Electricity phased my brain as His calloused hands rubbed my ass, fondling both cheeks, kneading them. He was just going around my body now, touching every erogenous zone He could find. The kneading intensified, and coupled with the vibration and His monster cock, my balls contracted. Cum was pissing out of me non-stop. The feeling was extremely pleasant, my nub feeling warm as my cum left me. Papi then slapped my ass in time with His thrusts. My balls felt like they were being crushed by spikes. I made a lightly pained moan, which Master definitely heard. “Sooohhh-- six is the mahhhhh-- gic numbuhhhhrgg.”
I felt one of His hands fondle one of my balls, which was now hurting a small amount. Every rubbing movement against it only served to increase the pain ever so slightly, until He applied pressure.
Whatever was happening in my balls, it was like pins and needles were crushing them. They were trying their best to produce cum successfully, but at what cost? Ever since the third orgasm, my flow was the same strength, the same output. Papi was pressing all the buttons He could to cause me this pain. I loved Him for it. There was only one spot that He hadn't--
“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHMGGHHHHH,” I tried to yell in pain, muffled by the vibrator. “MHHHHFFFFFFFHMMM,” was all that could come out. Spikes were crushing my balls from the inside. They were hardly able to keep working overtime as Papi stroked my nub. He was holding it between two fingers as His cock kept wrecking my ass. The pain was too intense, I stopped counting how many orgasms I had had. It felt so good to have Master jerk my nub, to have Him abuse me this way. “Broke ya dohhhhh—wn uh?” His meat was still filling me. At this point, every throb, every thrust was accompanied with pain from my balls. “Fuhh--ckin cock ahhhh--ddict.” I simply rode the wave, my vision blacking out every few pulsation, my mind occasionally leaving my body. “Take it, yeahhhhhh--” He kept at it, chipping away my sanity for this fuck.
Then I felt empty. My nub was still pulsing, my balls contracting from leftover orgasms. Papi was in front of me, drenched in sweat, His pubic hair matted from how much lube I'd expelled on it. He removed my gag, and I drooled what must've been a litre of throat-lube out. Swiftly, He removed His bathrobe, letting it fall to the ground. His colossal balls were about two feet or so above the ground, pulsating and gurgling as precum was streaming out of His cock. “Cum,” He ordered. I screamed, unable to contain it. Papi grabbed my head and His cock, pointing it straight into my mouth. He silenced me in one thrust, my vocal chords now massaging His Blessing. He pushed it in further, rubbing my throat spot and making my balls hurt repeatedly. Soon enough, my nose was pressed onto His crotch, His gut covering my eyes. I tried everything I could for my scream to be heard, only serving to tease His cock further. “Soooohhhh-- Six before you-- fuck yeahhhh-- hurt, twenteeeeee-- three befohhh-- re you're emp-- hrmpphhhh-- ty. EnjOHHHY.”
Papi's balls were ridiculously huge, and so was the amount of cum they could hold. He started cumming slowly, filling my stomach up for a few minutes before He realized how long it would take. Once He noticed how full He still was, He let himself go, a constant stream of nectar finding a new home inside me. Even with a stronger stream, it still took Him about ten minutes to empty Himself out, my stomach now distended from the amount of seed it held. Finally done with His orgasm, He pulled His cock out of my mouth, and went by His sex-throne to pick up His book, “Gotta make sure I don't play with this cunt-ass book when I'm too fuckin' horny.”
The robotic assistant chime played, “Playing disc.” The porno resumed, with Mo and Cal's voices moaning, “Feed us Papi," "Please Master, we want your cum so bad!” Papi stood up, stunned by the sudden noise. His cock throbbed once, and He seemed hit by a sudden wave of intense horniness as He had earlier. His free hand grabbed one of His pecs, rubbing the fat nipple with vigour. “Hmmmm, fuckin' hell-- Urghhh-- Can't stop being hornyeaaahhhhh-- two securghhnd--” His cock was already getting hard again. Seeing Him play with His chest was so hot, I couldn't help but moan in lust, pleasure and pain, “I don't mind sucking your tits, Papi.”
He looked at me with a glare and a furrowed brow. He turned around to the book, picked a pen with His free hand and wrote something in it. He lifted His head, picked the book up as He walked back towards me. He slammed the book on the table, right in front of me, with a freshly-written sentence.
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iv got so much cum in my bals it also cums out my nips
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My restraints were undone as Papi quickly went around the table to free me. I barely had time to check how sore my wrists were before He'd grabbed the back of my head with a hand, and shoved my face against His left pec. I moved my mouth around, hoping to latch onto His nipple.
After a few head movements, I finally found it and licked. Master shivered as I lapped a salty liquid, not unlike His precum. He groaned, “Yeah, just like that,” as He walked towards His throne. He sat down, keeping me pressed against His pec. He moved me around a bit so I had an easier time sucking His nipple. He was breathing hard, groaning as He inhaled and exhaled. “Fuck-- This is a good staaaahhhhrt--” I felt Him move His other arm towards His crotch. He took His shaft from the base, and flexed it so it would land back on His chest. He used His free hand to knead it, jerking himself off as I kept sucking.
His jerking was very irregular, Papi clearly did not have enough focus to try and make Himself cum. At least He was pleasuring Himself, and His body knew it, more pre-cum now flowing from His fat nip into my mouth. “Thisssss isnt-- harrumph-- gonna cut it,” Master moaned, “Caahhhhhh-- ll Grehhhhh-- guhhhh--”
A phone line rang a few seconds before Greg's breathy voice came out of the speakers, “Hnng, yeah-- Your Excellence?”
“Myyyyyy placeeeee-- nowwgghhhh,” Master groaned.
“Yes, ooooh-- Master,” Greg answered before hanging up.