Bull. Shit.
This guy thinks just because he can get some gay Italian to suck his cock and follow his rules he owns everyone? I’m 21, I know how the world works, and this isn’t it.
Hunter didn’t know just how wrong he was.
“Sure thing, sir.” Hunter smiled at Alexander, ribbing him with disrespect. This time, Alexander did not retaliate. Instead he sighed and said “It looks like reality still needs some time to sink in. To build you up we must first break you down, and I have just the exercise in mind. Luca, you are done. Hunter, Follow me.” Luca dutifully withdrew from under the desk, spit and precum smeared across his dark flushed face. He was gasping for air, but quickly recovered and resumed his dutiful position. Master Alexander rose from behind his desk, and Hunter gasped involuntarily. His cock was monstrous. It was easily thicker than a coke can and longer than two cans stacked on each other. Even if he had put his shorts back on, his cock would undoubtably have pushed past the hem. Thick blue veins bulged in jagged lines across his taut pink skin, and the whole rod shone with Luca’s saliva. A long string of precum, more than Hunter could ejaculate in total, strung from his tip to the floor. His balls were swollen and throbbed. Hunter couldn’t even imagine getting his lips around such a cock, let alone push it into his throat. Wait, why the fuck was my first thought if I could suck him? He wondered how Alexander could even walk normally. Alexander winked. “I tend to have that effect, but don’t get any ideas, you have to be worthy to play with me.” Hunter gulped and said, “Uh-uh.” Ok, so maybe he’s got me beat in ONE area. But that still doesn’t make him better than me. But man, do I need this prison dismissal.
Alexander walked into the hall only in his sneakers and beckoned Hunter to follow him. Hunter shuffled behind, still in awe. He led the boy to the room where the noise of the tv emanated from. A black leather couch spanned the length of one wall and on the wall opposite, a massive tv was mounted with a football game playing. A coffee table in front of the couch was scattered with snacks and beer cans, some full, most empty and crushed. Watching the game on the couch were three men.
Closest to him was an absolute bear of a man, a perfect mix of fat and muscle with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. His red face was partially obscured by a thick brown beard and he had a backwards cap over his curly hair. He was 30 years old, his face both showing youthfulness and maturity. Short curly hair covered his chest, which heaved as he panted in excitement at the game and alcohol. His meaty thighs could crush a watermelon, but had an appealing layer of fat that looked soft to lay on. An ex-frat boy, if ever I’ve seen one. And Hunter had seen them, eyeing them up at every party he crashed.
In the middle was a slender man, maybe in his mid 20s, with a shock of blonde hair and a body suited for aerobic exercise, like a professional swimmer. Like Luca, he was completely shaved, except for a tuft of light pubes above his pink cock. His chest – modest only in comparison to the bears surrounging him, – accentuated his nipples, which stood at least half an inch from his light areolas, and were deep red, as if they had recently been abused. He was laying sideways, his head in the bear’s lap and his muscular ass posed inches away from the third man’s cock. Hunter thought the position looked uncomfortable, slightly stilted and more for the other men’s pleasure, but the muscle twink showed no sign of discomfort.
Furthest was an older man, older than Dave, maybe 50. His close cropped beard and full head of hair had turned white, but otherwise showed no sign of age. His face was slightly wrinkled and tanned, fit for an active outdoor life. He didn’t have slabs of muscle like the bear, but he also didn’t have any fat. His hard body was a mass of muscle. He reminded Hunter of the gym rats who would measure out their protein to the gram. The arm he draped over the back of the couch sported a tuft of armpit hair over taut sinew, and he was idly rubbing the middle man’s stomach with the other hand. His cock, which seemed to strain towards the middle man’s face, was wrapped in a thick steel cock ring along with his hairy ballsack.
All three were rock hard and hung in a way that made Hunter both jealous and curious. They also all wore he same thick gold chains as Alexander. They’re all definitely bigger than Henry. He couldn’t see how it could be natural. After all, they were all well above his own 8 inches. He’d never felt self conscious about his cock, which pleased everyone he’s fucked and himself even more, but in that moment he felt inferior.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” Alexander’s voice startled Hunter. He completely forgot about his instructor. “This is Hunter, the newest student in the reform program. Hunter, these are some members of our society. Chris,” he motioned to the bear, who winked at Hunter, “was actually a student like you, 12 years ago. He proved to be far more than the typical servant and was unanymously inducted into the Society 3 years ago, after selling his tech startup for a small fortune.”
“Nice to meet you Hunter.” Chris grinned and bounced his pecs.
“That,” said Alexander, pointing to the middle man now resting on an elbows, blue eyes staring into Hunter’s brown, “Is Spencer. A verifiable prodigy, he graduated from Cambridge at 18 and since has made multiple significant contributions to the fields of mathematics. He has been a member of the Society since his 20th birthday, the youngest age allowed in our charter.” Spencer didn’t say anything, but just continued to stare at Hunter curiously.
“Lastly, we have Aaron, who you may know as Aaron Fielsten.” Hunter’s jaw dropped. Even he had heard of the legend. “A former NBA professional turned mogul, recently he made a splash in the international scene with his chain of luxury resorts, estimated at a net worth of $40 billion.”
Aaron smiled humbly. “A pleasure, Hunter.”
“All three are honored members of the Men’s Society, and my personal guests at my manor. As your superiors, you will treat each of them as you would myself. Obey their commands without question, or face punishment.” Alexander pushed the coffee table to the side, several cans falling off as it slid. He then pointed to the empty spot in front of the three men, carpet damp with dregs.
“Kneel.”
It was a soft command, but no less authoritative. Hunter opened his mouth to retort, but for the first time in years, thought before he spoke. He didn’t like this Alexander guy, or the BS worldview he was trying to push on everyone. And yet… he couldn’t deny that he was curious. A part of him felt good when Alexander called him boy, and it was hard to deny that these three men were so much better in every aspect than him. And Chris had started in his position too. It couldn’t hurt to play along for a few days. Sure it might be embarassing, but maybe I’ll learn a thing or two and make some money, maybe even be inducted into this weird organization. And THEN I could stick it to Dave.