Daddy definitely forced me into an apartment on the first floor because of how big my balls were. Even with years of walking around, I'd never developed a gait that let me move around without “accidentally” stimulating them. I took the staircase by the lobby, and started walking up towards His place. The walls were covered with pictures of Him, fully naked while He brandished His monster cock, flexing His muscles, posing in front of a camera, or simply getting pleased by 3 or more of His tenants. Each picture was adorned with wording that served to remind us betas of what our primary role was. I could read some of them, “Submit”, “Suck me off”, “I own you” and other similar things. Honestly, those weren't as interesting as just looking at Him. Fuck, I was so excited to see Him again...
Step by step I was moving up, the fabric of the pouch my balls were in rubbing my thighs every time I put one of my feet forward. Moans were escaping me every time I reached a new floor, the wet string of my thong reminding me how freely my hole leaked. After four floors I had to take a small break, leaning both my hands against the wall as I tried to will my desire to lessen. I raised my head only to be greeted by a picture Master's face, a dominant blissful grin showing His shiny teeth mid-orgasm. My balls and hole contracted slightly, a spurt of pre-cum and lube leaking out. The back of my legs were getting wet from my ass, but thankfully, my thong's pouch was able to contain the liquid my sack was expelling. Resolve to see Sir strengthened, I continued on my way up, climbing the final set of stairs leading to His unit.
The top floor of the building was for Master's living quarters, the most grandiose ones in the entire neighbourhood, with a hallway that appealed to His amazing tastes. The walls were covered in framed pictures of each of His tenants. Or more precisely, their asses and mouths. I looked around, marveling at how massive of a butt each of us had, and how full and thick our lips were. I quickly found mine, before noticing there was an inscription below my gaping, cum-dripping ass: “First fucked: June 3rd 2---” Oh yeah, that was exactly the date I moved in. I quickly reminisced of that day, before realizing I was close to drooling throat-lube. Back on track Jay, back on track. I approached the double-doors leading to Daddy's place, walking past His personal elevator. I stood in front of the massive, gold-trimmed doors, each adorned with thick vertical handles. Despite their size, the doors weren't too heavy, pulling them easily as I stepped into Master's domain.
High ceilings made His unit seem colossal to me. They had to be 35 feet high at the very least, making His place feel vast, imposing, deserving of my utter devotion and respect. Following proper doctrine, I took my thong off, placing it in the clothes hamper labelled 'Beta clothes'. “Hnng-- Thank you,” I walked in silently as loud grunts and moans escaped from the speakers dotting the place. The light, airy moans of a beta were contrasting with an Alpha's deep and rumpling groans, “Yeah-- take-- it.” My hole twitched, the bass-filled voice sounding familiar. I looked ahead, Master's sex-throne smack dab in front of the entrance doors further down the room, “Fuck your ass is--”. Oddly enough, He wasn't sitting in it.”Harumphhh-- so good,” I took a few steps forwards, before my nostrils were assaulted with a familiar mix of odours, with a hint of an unusual one. The first one was His earthy, slightly sour musk, the same as when He'd finished a workout. Then came the mixed smell of “love juice” as He'd call it, the heavenly smell of His salty cum mixed with the sweet taste of a beta's throat and ass lube. “Get ready for-- for faster,” these two smells may as well have been due to how they had permeated all the walls and furniture in the place. The final smell was cooked meat. I took a deep breathe, focusing on where these smells were coming from. “I'm-- ahhgh-- King, I'm--” I started walking towards my right, approaching Sir's dining area and kitchen, only to find it fully clean, spotless even. Then a burp resonated through the entire place, louder that the porn playing on the speakers.
I did a 180 right away, heading towards the living room. There was no doubts that's where He was. Lightly jogging towards Him, I panted heavily as my testicles bounced, their weight tugging at my crotch. Aroused, I couldn't avoid leaving a trail of pre-cum on the marble flooring.
Daddy was loafing on the immense leather couch, facing the wall-sized TV screen the porn movie was playing on. One of his legs was resting on the couch, the other hanging down the edge. He was wearing two pieces of clothing. His white posing trunks, stretched so far out by His gift to betakind it was nearly see-through, was framed by His tree trunk-wide quads. His bulge was pushed forward by His thighs, unable to ever move behind them from their width. A wet spot was showing itself where His cockhead was, darkening the front of His posers. The near-soft shaft was throbbing slightly, every pulse tugging down at the waistband, exposing Master's thick pubes as they let His pheromones fill the room. His golden bathrobe was tied around His waist, too small to be fully closed. His furry 8-pack was showing, veins barely discernible under the forest of black hair. The underside of His pecs, as well as the inner chest line looked inked on thanks to His body hair. From where His breast met the bathrobe to His stomach, the shelf-like muscles were creating a 3 inches gap. I couldn't see His juicy nipples from here, but I knew how massive and sensitive they were. Master had His favorite necklaces on, a thick gold chain with heavy links, and a small, yet still hard to miss chain adorned with an L, both resting on the sea of hair separating His tits. His shoulders were making the opening in the bathrobe wider as they seemed close to ripping it apart. One of His arms was leaning against the back of the couch, resting biceps stretching out the wide sleeve. His sausage fingers were tapping on the leather, creating a make-shift beat soundtrack to the porno. His other arm was straining the other sleeve to its limit, muscles flexing as His other hand rested against the back of His head.
And then His face. He had a bored look in His blue eyes, looking straight at me with some sort of expectation. He had a very slight grin from His full, soft lips, barely visible under the thick salt and pepper moustache complimenting His likewise-colored bushy beard. His face was broad, thick, brutish even, yet had the handsome sharpness of a fashion model.
“Ass on the plate, balls off the edge,” He softly demanded, His mouth barely moving. I looked on the coffee table, a wide plate laying on the coffee table, between two cans of beer and an unremarkable book. The cans were empty, a hint of beer floating around as I sat on the plate, positioning my balls off the table as told. The book was open, pages covered in wet Sir-finger-shaped blobs here and there. “Go on, sweet slut. You want to read it,” He said, His voice nearly drowned by His own grunts playing on the speakers.
I read the book, curious as to why Daddy wanted me to want to.
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Jay is aware the book changes things, yet has no recollection of using it in the past. jay dosnt tink of using the book
Beta men are born with the purpose 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” Masters' 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 harum. my bilding is lik a fukhous an its mad to remind the beta whors i own dem
Larry “Master” Masters' general details:
Name: Larry “Master” Masters
names for beta: Master, Daddy, Sir, His Madgestee, King, Owner
Age: 44
Nationality: USA
Skin Tone: tan
Height: 6 foots 11 inch
Weight: 378 pounds
Hair Color: blac n whit
Eye Color: blu
Body Shape: muscle
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: 16.5 inch long x 31 inch around
Testosterone Type: α
Personality: Alpha, Dominant, Arrogant, Narcissistic, don john, iresisstibull, charmin
Hobbies: fucking, getting sucked, drinkin beer, eat ass, dominate sluts, makin porno, watch porno, sex, workout, be worshiped
Occupation: Landlord, pornstar, bodbildr
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“So,” His tongue left His mouth to slowly wet His lips, “Why is your tasty ass on my plate, my smooth toy?” I blushed, feeling like I'd doone something unacceptable. “I- I- Because you said to, Daddy,” taken back by how unemotional His voice sounded.
Showing off the whiteness of His teeth, Daddy chuckled softly, “What a sexy idiot you are. That ain't it. Your delicious hole's been leaking since you sat down.” The wetness of my crack and cheeks was now apparent to me. “Come on, answer me,” His head moved quickly in a forward-and-back motion, letting me know He expected me to come up with the solution to this overly complex puzzle. I kept looking at His high cheekbones, admiring how angular they were. “Uh... I...” I was totally blanking out, what WERE plates for anyway?
Daddy sighed loudly as He rolled His eyes, “Okay dumbass, let's start with easier. What's your hole for?” “Alpha cock!” That was an easy one, everyone knew that! Finally, something I could answer.
Oh no. Sir was looking at me, squinting His eyes, mouth slightly open with pursed lips, “Jay, what the fuck? You're looking like a snack, ass on a plate, and that's not enough for you to figure it out?” “Oh,” I softly let out, “is... the... plate like... supposed... to be... your face?”
“Yes!” Master's loud voice echoed through the entire penthouse. “Now. Sit. On. My. Fucking face!”
I stood up, feeling my butt drip drops of lube onto the plate. Approaching Master, each breath I was taking in was full of His musk. One of my legs found a spot on the couch to move so I could straddle over Daddy, slick hole facing His head. I heard silk move, just as His left hand took hold of my right thigh, His forearm crushing my nub. He pulled me backwards, the back of my thighs rubbing against His soft bathrobe. My heavy balls were resting on His beefy pecs, His coarse body hair teasing them into action. He blew air against my hole to grab my attention. “Arms against my legs, hands on my calves,” He ordered. I obeyed, my head getting closer to His crotch.
His free hand took the back of my skull, before shoving it again His pubes, rubbing my face against the musky jungle crowning His third leg. “Breathe me in,” Master barked as He scratched my ass with His beard. I was breathing heavily from the stimulation, inhaling more of Him in. Both throbbing, my balls and nub were working together, pre-cum pushing out of my slit onto Daddy's forearm. “Taste me,” He invited me to copy Him as His wide, long tongue did a one-way trip across my entire crack. I moaned loudly in pleasure, mimicking my Owner by doing the same on His pubes. He tasted so earthy, so powerful... Some of His hairs stuck to my tongue between lashes. Daddy started kissing my ass, making out with each individual cheek.
I moved my face a bit under Master's hand, keeping my mouth stuck to Him, just to see how He was enjoying Himself. Straining against His posers, Daddy's monument was half-hard, trying to free itself. The leg holes stretched out, no longer hugging His colossal quads. The waistband was pushed forward, having difficulty containing the beast within. Veins were criss-crossing all over His shaft, which appeared painted right on the piece of fabric holding it in. He was throbbing incessantly, balls gurgling as more blood rushed between His legs.
Master's mouth and my ass were a match made in heaven. His tongue brushed my hole, gently circling it before french kissing it full-force. I gasped, part because of how sudden it was, part because of how good it felt. My breathing accelerated, nose smashed against His bush, more pheromones sending signals to my brain.
The cold air of the room reached my crack for an instant, “Wider.” I flexed my hole, opening it up for King Larry Masters, Owner of my will. He kissed my taint, “Good slut.” My body shivered from the praise, both of my holes filling up with lube. His crotch was wet from my throat leaking, His beard was damp from my ass doing the same. I continued slobbering on His pubes, coating my face with my juices, drool and His sweat. Daddy's bicep flexed against left leg, as He used His leverage to tighten His grip between His face and my hole.
“Hmphug I mlorvg youh ass,” King groaned as tongue entered me, hugging my moist insides. My face was getting pressed harder against His crotch, slowly being pushed towards the root of His member. I was having a hard time breathing, moans muffled by His skin against my mouth. “Hmphhrgg ucgh hmmmpppprgh,” His rumbling voice resonated against my skin, my body trembling from His power. A ripping sound echoed to my right, as more groans escaped Master, muffled by my hole, “hrnnnngghh gehhh oohhn ee.” He wanted me to do something, but what?
The grip He had on my head got tighter, as my lips touched smooth skin. I kept my eyes closed as I knew what I was pressed against. This was my drug, my addiction, my religion. Licking His blessing as He dragged me along His shaft, my mind was back to where it belonged: in my King's possession. He knew I needed to please Him to feel complete. As my destination approached, kissing every inch of His monster cock I could, the corrupting smell of Daddy's pre-cum started filling my nostrils, sending my balls and holes into overdrive. His forearm was wet from my nub, my pre-cum pooling in His cleavage. Skin started thickening as my three-foot long voyage neared its end, my wet prize's pungent odour filling me with hunger. Folds of salty skin were tickling my lips, bliss at the tip of my mouth--
Master pulled my head back out of reach of His marvel, close enough I could nearly taste it, yet too far enough I could not feel it's warmth. Cold air once again met my hole, now gaping freely as its wet companion had left it. Daddy's fingers started digging lightly into my head, “Sweet cheeks, what are plates for?”
“Things to eat,” I replied between deep breaths as I opened my eyes. Master's piss-slit was leaking pre-cum, rivers of which were slithering down His tower of flesh. He kissed my left cheek. “Was my cock on the plate?” He flexed His pelvic muscles, slapping my face hard with His glory.
“N- N-” Slap. “No, King Larry.”
A sharp sensation hit my right cheek, bit by Master. “Good, you're learning,” condescendence oozing from His voice, “now that I've had a good meal, what comes next?” Why was He asking hard questions? “I- Uhhhhh-” my voice trailed off, unable to answer.
“Dessert,” Master held me tight as He stood up from the couch. “Hands on the backrest, arch your back, look ahead, take it like the good cumrag you are.”
I assumed the position, knowing what was coming next. Right in front of me was a wall-covering mirror. I could see myself, but most importantly I could see Him. Master was behind me undoing the knot keeping His bathrobe partially closed. He was looking at me like a predator, moistening His lips and flashing a wide arrogant smile. He flexed His pecs as His robe opened up, huge nipples rubbing against the fabric as He tried to stifle a moan. Hitting a double bicep, He ripped both sleeves, biceps now swelling freely against the sex-filled atmosphere. Unable to suppress my adoration for my Owner following this display of power, my nub started pissing cum. I moaned loudly, nearly covering the sound of my stream hitting the leather, which only served to pull a snicker out of Master, “Not even getting fucked yet, and still...”
He kept His pose as He stepped closer to me, cock twitching as it approached its other half. It landed on top of my cheeks, drooling pre-cum on the small of my back. Daddy pulled open the left side of His bathrobe, letting me see His pec in full. His muscle was thick, large, and hairy, unsurprisingly. His nipple was huge, two inches wide, heavily protruding from His chest. “Wanna see it in action?” I nodded, I did. Using His free hand, Master pinched it.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-CK!” The floor shook from Daddy's loud bassy groan. His fuckstick jumped, shooting a quick stream of pre-cum into the mirror before it heavily slammed back onto my bubble butt. My still-pissing nub throbbed, impressed by the pleasure He must have felt. “Body- fuck- bodybuilder was the right choice,” He panted with shit-eating smile. The hand He used to twist Himself was now holding His cock. One hand on His hip, He moved His dick across my ass-crack, slathering it with His natural lube. He placed His tip against my hole, flexing it ever so slightly. I answered by putting all my focus towards my sphincter, contracting my muscles to open up further. “Good, good. Keep it up babe,” Master complimented my skills, my hole quivering in response.
Master pushed Himself into His property, head pulsing as it rubbed against my wet insides. “No—ahh,” He exhaled sharply, “no wonder Bruce enjoyed-- Oooh-- that much. Feels better than lassss-- night, phew.” Inch by inch, His cock was stretching my insides like last night, filling me up with purpose. As He continued entering me, He rubbed my prostate, “Uhoahhhhhh.” I moaned loudly as pressure was now constantly applied to it, tongue instantly dropping out of my mouth from the pleasure, unable to keep my composure. I looked at Daddy in the mirror, licking His lips as He closed His eyes while keeping on inserting His massive tool in my ass. Two-thirds of the length was in when both His hands grabbed my waist, “Now's the best part.”
He pushed in the rest of His cock slowly, groaning as He topped out. Breathing heavily, He pulled part of it out, before pushing it back in. My orgasm had ended, but my balls were still leaking pre-cum like crazy. I was panting in sync with His thrust, doing what I could to enjoy this pleasure I was given. “Massage it--” He breathed out between movements, “drive me crazy.” I worked my ass in rhythm with Him, as He slowly built up speed. “Yeah-ah.”
Sensual at first, His movements were now lustful. Opening His eyes, He was now flashing His canines at me between jabs when He was able to keep Himself from throwing His head backwards. “Ya--” He sucked in air through His teeth, “ya like it-- hrmph-- uh?” I tried nodding as my whole body shivered from the sensation. One of His hands groped and smacked my ass.
Already lost in a haze of lust, post-orgasmic bliss and pre-orgasmic tension, my body moved beyond what I thought was possible. The inner linings of the tracts welcoming Master's cock convulsed within me, animated by muscles I did not know existed. He stopped fucking for a moment, His head thrown backwards, His mouth opened in the widest o-shape I'd seen Him make so far, “Fuhh- uhhh---- hngg--” He gulped, bringing His head back forward. Trying to ride through the pleasure, an attempt at a smirk vaguely appearing across His still-gaping mouth.
The hand He had left on my hip stayed. With His other arm, He head-locked me, neck squeezed between His forearm and bicep. Animalistic would barely describe how my King started smashing the living fleshlight that is my ass. The speed of the thrusts increased, as He kept my stimulation going for fear of losing the spasms my innards were using to worship Him from within me. His nose was puffing and huffing on top of my head, every movement of air joined by a light whistling. Quick pants were escaping His mouth, tongue nearly hanging out, drool spilling onto His beard. Wet, rapid squelching resonated through the penthouse as He rammed His monster cock in me. His eyes were locked on mine through our reflections, imposing gaze reminding me this was my reason to live: to worship my Owner, my Master, my King, with every single piece of my entire being. Such was my duty, and He was allowing me to complete it today.
Unable to talk due to the electricity coursing through me, I could only breathe in and out as my body kept expelling more and more juices. A string of thick throat-lube was coming out of my mouth, making a puddle behind the couch as it coursed down Master's elbow. The couch itself was getting soaked in my cum, my nub shooting load after load as Master was pulverizing my prostate. Every thrust was now paired with an orgasm for me, my mind so close to blacking out. My eyes were focused on His, I was to submit. I was to let Him know how much I loved being His to own.
My balls pulsed, my nub shot, part of Master's cock left my ass, He shoved it back in. My balls pulsed, my nub shot, some of Daddy's flesh was pulled from me, He shoved it back in. I lost count of how many times it happened, not that I could count that high to begin with. My body was massaging His dick for all it could, overworked by His will alone.
Thrusting at this speed, for this long, and without losing control of Himself would be an exploit for any Alpha, including Master Larry. He started shaking, His cock trembling against my moving insides, sweat forming on His face, dripping on His moustache and beard as He got closer to delivering me ecstasy. “I-- hnngg-- Fuhh--” He slammed Himself inside one final time, before holding me tightly against His furry torso. With a free hand, He twisted one of His nipples.
The length of His cock and the strength it had pulled me closer to Him as it fiercely twitched towards Master within me. My spine was molded to Him, inhumanely bending to fit the ridges of His abs and pecs. He screamed louder than ever before, the ground rumbling as His pleasure reached beyond what I thought possible. I felt Him shoot deep in me, my insides gurgling as they stretched to contain every gallon of His sperm. I felt my stomach expand to fit it all in, filling up like a water balloon. For some eternally blissful minutes, Daddy's cock spurt within me, groaning as His colossal balls pulsed.
As His cum-factories were close to emptied, Master stood up, still head-locking me as He started softening up in my ass. Exhausted, He started slowly walking towards His sex-throne, the room shaking under His weight and gait. He stopped by a dresser, opening it up and grabbing a wide buttplug. He let my head go as He slowly moved His cock out of my ass, reigniting my prostate. “Ah- ah- ah-” I let out, as inch by inch of my other half was taken away from me. My balls trembled as pre-cum poured out of my nub again. “Shhhh, it won't be long,” Master reassured me, as His head neared my hole. Before it had time to exit me, Daddy pressed the buttplug against my hole, pushing it in with force. His cock loudly slapped His legs once it left me, and not a second later, my needy hole had been filled, locking His seed in me.
Master gently placed me on the ground in front of His sex-throne, before sitting down in it with a heavy groan. I looked up to Him as He faced the wall above the entrance doors, where a massive screen was installed. “Your work's not done,” He softly said to me. I looked at His soft shaft, resting on His hairy balls, covered in cum and ass lube. I jumped to my new task, cleaning it, savoring every glob of His cum that remained on it after fucking me. Daddy cracked open a can of beer for Himself, taking a big gulp to celebrate how He had plowed one of His toys. “Hmm, yeah, good cumdump, keep at it,” He moaned as I gave His cock a tongue-bath, sensually licking every ridge of it.
He took a remote, and pressed some buttons on it. I looked at the screen while cleaning His dick, channels changing, alternating between showing other tenants' apartments, pornos featuring Master fucking betas, and TV shows aimed at Alphas, most of which was porn. Master groaned, “alright, what's next on the agenda...”