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It had begun with all his stupid boasting. He could have any woman, he always said. Just give him a few moments alone with a girl and she’d be on her knees. Once he turned on the charm, he claimed, no woman had ever resisted. They became cock hungry sluts, needing to touch him, to have him in their mouths. It was a gift and a curse, he gloated. What an ass! You mostly laughed at his antics. But eventually it got to you, when he started talking about your girlfriend.

“I’ve ruined so many friendships, man. A bud leaves me alone with his girl and soon she’s jumping my bones. I don’t know my own strength, you know? So listen, you mean a lot to me bud. Please, just never leave me alone with Zania. I don’t want to fuck up what you have. Girls are just programmed to serve superior cock, you know?”

That fucking did it. You were tired of this shit. Not only was Zania not interested in him, she hated his guts. She wouldn’t go for him if she was drunk out of her mind and face to face with his pathetic ‘superior’ cock. Then you realized you had shouted this all at him. He just laughed.

“Sorry man, but it’s nature.”

Fuck you, I bet you a thousand dollars, you spat.

“You don’t want to pick this fight, man.”

You scared?

“Alright friend, but don’t blame me when Zania is devoted to my alpha cock and won’t give you the time of day. One grand. We get drunk, we get naked, you leave us alone. If she isn’t worshiping my balls in ten minutes, I’ll concede.”

…

And there she was, just two minutes after you’d left them alone, licking his balls.

ncpanguy:

This reminds me of when my wife got fucked by my roommate while I was keeping his wife busy in the other room

…busy playing Soulcalibur. Roomie assured me she always got so absorbed in the game that she’d never even notice her husband slip away with another woman. Nor the loud moaning coming from the bathroom. I got so nervous; surely she’d hear it any moment?

Stupid bet. I couldn’t believe I’d let my wife wager her pussy on a fighting game. It had all begun with a fun series of drunken bets over chores. But when he’d beaten my wife and I to the point that we were doing all his chores for a year, she got pissed. She’d win it all back, she said. What could she have left to offer, he asked?

…

She lost. “One more!” she cried. What was she going to do beyond fuck him, he joked, give him her first-born child? …That’s how she ended up offering to fuck him bare-back. I was made to promise to not get in the way and even distract his own jealous wife, who we heard coming up the drive just then. Stunned, I nodded.

…

She lost. He smirked at her and mouthed to me “you promised,” handing his wife and I the controllers. So I did my best to put up a good fight against his wife while hiding my nerves. Oblivious, she gloated over her wins, causing a perversely pleasant sensation of humiliation in me. What the fuck was wrong with me?! Here she was owning my ass while her husband, mere feet away, owned my wife’s pussy. …And maybe her womb, too.

“heh…heh…umm,” you giggled, paralyzed with shock. Your two ‘best friends’ were kissing down your gf’s ears to her throat and groping her thighs and chest. What the fuck!? How had this happened and why was your girl allowing it?

“Wait, wait! Take out your phone and get a picture. It’ll be great blackmail.” Blackmail to who? you wondered. But you complied, your cheeks reddening. “Oh wait, wait, even better. This’ll really get them.”

That’s when she pulled down her shirt. They started suckling immediately. She squealed with glee. “Get a picture, get a picture! They’ll be so embarrassed.”

“heh…yeah, embarassed.” What the hell was happening!? Why couldn’t you stop? Why were you so shamefully aroused?

“Eee! Hahaha. They won’t even remember, the black-out drunks. Don’t you think?”

They were practically zombies. Horny zombies. No way they’d remember. They never did like this. You shook your head. “no-” your voice cracked, “…no way, they’re gone.”

“Mwahaha!” your girl giggled with glee. “Such a nasty habit. I don’t like it when boys forget me. Let’s teach them a lesson.”

That’s when she pulled their cocks out. She began pumping each as they moaned and kept licking her. You were enthralled.

“Keep taking pictures!” she demanded. “I’ll have them cum on each other and tell them they hooked up. But I want to remember what really happened. Heeheehee!”

They were taking awhile. “I’m bored,” she whined, “another nasty side effect of too much drink. Guess I’ll have to give them more than a hand, heehee.” She leaned down and took one into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Moments later, she pulled off and switched, never letting up on her pumping of one as she sucked the other. Their drunken fog was no match for her oral skills, a honed ability you knew all too well. Your friends stopped suckling, too blissed out to continue.

They came then nearly as one. All over her exposed tits…?!?!

“Oopsies! Guess these naughty boys taught me a lesson in the end. Got me drunk on their virile manhood. tsk tsk. Have to give it to the drunks, I guess…Still I’m mad they’ll forget me. Isn’t that wrong of them?”

You nodded, your mind delirious with shame and desire. You’d idly rubbed your crotch the whole time while taking snapshots.

“Hmmm, need something memorable. Hmmm…” she idly played with their spent cocks while muttering. Soon they were back at attention. “Oh my my, such manhood! No wonder they got the better of me. I didn’t know men could do this. How come you never told me, sweet boy? Didn’t want me to know what real men could do?” She gave you a disapproving frown. “Naughty, naughty. I think you all need a lesson. Come over here and lick up their cum from my tits while I think.”

You complied automatically, in a daze. “Hehehe, that’s a good boy. My sweet little cuckold boy. Gentle little boy who can’t stand up to men taking advantage of his girl at a party. Even when they’re too drunk to fight. He doesn’t even consider it. Such a perfect beta cuckold. Mmmm, good licking. Swallow it all, beta. Do you even know what a cuckold is? It’s you, silly. One who needs other men, real men, to satisfy his woman.” You just groaned, nearly cumming in your pants.

She stroked your newfound betters idly as she instructed you. “Now that you know what you are, you’ll have to submit to Alpha men. Even fools like these. I mean, look at these cocks. So stiff and ready. So superior to yours. Mmm, good job cleaning me. That’s probably all you’ll get from now on. Men will fuck me. Men will make me cum with their dicks, since yours never could. Your mouth will get very talented though. It will serve Alpha men and me.” She put her hand under your chin and looked in your eyes. “You’ll like it,” she said flatly. The statement thrummed through you and rung of truth. You shivered.

“Hmm, but how to punish you all. How to teach you your new place and punish them for a lack of remembrance…hmm…of course!”

She jumped up and slid down her panties beneath her skirt. Stepping out of them she snapped at you, “Film us!”

You complied. She mounted one, facing the other, and slowly lowered herself onto his impressive cock. “Don’t miss a minute of your castration, cuck boy! That dick of yours is as good as useless now. Watch an Alpha take me and your manhood from you, one thrust at a time. Mmmm. But we mustn’t show favoritism.” With that she leaned forward and took your other friend’s cock in her mouth.

Careful to keep him from cumming in her mouth, she let the ‘friend’ impaling her explode deep inside. “You got that? Good. Maybe he impregnated me? I’ll be ovulating in two days. I’m ripe. Fertile. Ohh, but what about this poor cock? Don’t worry, it’ll get a chance to impregnate me next.” She popped off one cock and held in the cum with her hand before plopping with a squelch on the other. “Ooooh, that’s nasty. Can’t waste a precious drop, though. They’ll have to fret over who the father is for nine months. Heeheeeheee! Of course you’ll raise it. That’s also what cuckold losers are for. Raising real men’s leavings. Mmmm, fuck yes!”

She fucked ‘friend’ two til he came, all the while taunting you and playing with the spent cock of ‘friend’ one. “There we go, equal chances” she said, easing off cock two. “Ohhh, but looks like we have a spunky one here. Look who has risen yet again? I guess it’s only fair in a battle of virility.” And back she went onto cock one until he came. Then of course onto cock two.

“Fuck! Real men are incredible. Just think what they must be like when not drunk out of their senses. I’m so fucking angry you kept me from this for years, cucky boy. Maybe I’ll tell them they can fuck me again only if they beat you up first. Mmmm, I’m sure they’d go for it. They bully you so already. You’d never stand a chance. Probably wouldn’t even fight back…mmmm…can’t decide if I want to see you try or not…just want to see you…ahh!…bruised and whimpering…ah!”

Cock two came deep in her and by then they really were spent. “Okay, cuck, stop recording and get over here. I need you to lie down like a foot stool so I can keep my lower half elevated to increase the chance of impregnation. Good bitch, good bitch…”

Going as Kelly from Saved by the Bell for Halloween was such a dumb idea. How had you let this happen? Well, it probably had something to do with all the drinks your girlfriend Jess fed you. It would be funny, she said. You wanted to leave but you could barely stand up and what if someone saw you?

Of course, Jess introduced you to all of her old college friends as “Jane” and you were too shocked to to contradict her. They asked about her boyfriend and she said he got called away for work. It was just as well, she said, because James was always so overprotective of his sister Jane and she really needed to get laid. A number of the male friends perked up at that. But why did this keep you silent?!

A couple drinks later and Jess pushed you into Dylan’s lap. He pawed at you and you found yourself affecting a falsetto and giggling?! What the hell? Jess told you two to get a room, pointing to the bedroom you shared with Jess. You shouted with glee as he scooped you up and carried you in. He barely paused over your anatomy, just said you were beautiful. Why did that make you so happy and open your legs wider? Dylan took your anal virginity and, a few hours later, your number.

coocoocuckold:

One for the team #bi #cuckold #cuckoldcaptions #hotwife

You’d always thought your jacked roommate was a little cute but he was such an asshole that even the idea of kissing him made you want to die. Plus he was a straight dude-bro. Sure he’d joke about pounding your ass if he couldn’t find any pussy, but that was just so much heternormative preening. If he was bi, it would almost be worse than if he was straight. Bluh, you didn’t need guys like that on the team.

…At least that’s what sober you thought. Drunk, horny you wanted Geoff to take your girlfriend in front of you, beat you up, and fuck your ass. You thought about…more often than you’d like. So when the opportunity came to drink in the apartment, just the three of you, you eagerly took it. Burning with shame the whole time, you fed your gf drinks and encouraged strip poker. Then truth or dare. Nature took its course as your roomie humiliated you and hit on Celine. Soon enough she was topless and he had dared her to to suck his dick.

She was drunk but not that far gone. She looked to you; though if imploring you to stop this or to give a blessing you couldn’t say. You impotently shrugged. Celine shot you a disappointed glare and turned to Geoff. In moments she had his impressive cock out and in her mouth, going to town on it. Your roommate mocked you and told Celine what a pathetic boyfriend you were, how much better he’d be at satisfying her. Suddenly she stopped.

“No fair!” he whined. “You took the dare.”

“You didn’t ask me to get you off…”

“Fine, I dare yo-”

“Uh, uh, my turn,” she said, holding a finger to his lips. “I dare you to go get my bf’s condoms from his top drawer and use as many of them on me as you can….The box is nearly full…”

And so they fucked for hours. Taking short breaks every two or three of his orgasms, making out and cuddling while he recharged. A few times they nearly fell asleep but one would always rouse the other to go again. You tried to interrupt each break, saying it was time for your dare but Celine just shook her head and said Geoff hadn’t fucked all he could, had he? He agreed heartily, laughing at you.

This wasn’t nearly as hot as you had imagined it. You were ashamed and annoyed. You tried to go to bed but Celine reprimanded you sharply, saying you couldn’t leave in the middle of the game. You muttered something bitterly. Geoff slapped you, hard.

“Be a fucking man and speak aloud, you pussy. And show your girl some respect. Well, if she is still yours. Maybe she’s mine now, hmm? Show my girl some respect, at least, bitch boy.”

That seemed to really get Celine going. She pushed you aside roughly and pounced on your roommate. In a moment he was fucking her against the wall and telling her she was his bitch. Celine cooed.

Eventually they went through all nine condoms. Celine dipped her fingers in some of the spent ones and fed the contents to you, telling Geoff about your shameful little crush on him. Roomie Geoff smirked. His penis miraculously came to life again.

“Wow babe! Your roommate is insatiable. Why don’t you jump in and take one for your girlfriend?”

“Fuck you both! Dares over. He used the condoms up.”

You were on the floor. Huh? Your cheek hurt like hell. He’d punched you!

“What did I say about respect? Do what my bitch says and maybe she’ll still make a show of going out with you while she comes to me for her needs.”

Pain exploded in your ribs. He’d kicked you! Hard. Wham! And again. And again!

“Alright bitch boy, use your dare to beg me to fuck you and I’ll stop.”

“Screw you!” WHAM! Another kick.

“Bad choice.” Geoff said, clucking his tongue in mock dismay. Celine was on Geoff’s arm making satisfied sounds. Apparently your pain caused her great pleasure. That broke you. You wanted this, primally. But you also couldn’t take any more pain. The pain took all the edge off your desire and you’d have done anything to just let it end. Yet still…you really wanted it at the same time.

“…Please, I beg you…I DARE you, to fuck me.”

*slap!* “And to make you my boy bitch”

“And to make me your boy bitch”

*slap!* “Master”

“I dare you to fuck my ass and make me your boy bitch…Master.”

“Guess I can’t say no to a dare. And it wouldn’t be right fucking a boy bitch with a condom so good thing you’re out.”

He had Celine lube your ass with his own cum and fucked you hard. Mercilessly. It seemed to go on forever. How could he have such stamina?

“Thanks for the toy, Celine.”

“No problem, Geoff darling.”

“…You know this feels awful good without those bothersome condoms. Wanna give it a try after, babe?”

Your girlfriend bit her lip and moaned.

“Oh but I’m not on not on birth control and it’s a bad time in my cycle, honey”

“You’re fertile?”

She just moaned and nodded, biting her lip harder.

“In that case…I dare you.”

When she went off to college, she kept texting me about how I was too dumb and weak to make it at that intense academic pace. That I might as well not even try. Just drop out of high school now, she said, before I disappointed our parents. I’d always been a straight A student, but somehow I knew she was right. I was weak, I’d crack under the pressure. Her constant humiliation had shown me how inferior I was.

She started sending me photos of her fucking hot guys. I was so confused and felt ashamed at being turned on. My sister said losers like me who couldn’t get girls were humiliated even worse in college. And I certainly didn’t think I could compete with these guys, did I? I’d actually had very pretty girlfriends. But my sister always got close to them and then they’d dump me mysteriously. Sis said she tried to convince them to stay but I was too pathetic. Eventually girls wouldn’t talk to me at all. They could see my weakness.

I skyped her crying, saying I didn’t want to drop out but I knew I had to. She harshly scolded me for not being able to make the right choice on my own. She ordered me to pack my things and then dictated a note to leave for our parents. She said she’d take care of everything for her pathetic baby brother. I’d go to her city and get some menial job to pay for an apartment for her. She’d look after me.

It was the right choice. I was heart-broken at first, but when I got there everything fell into place. When she doesn’t have male company, Sis even lets me sleep at the foot of her bed. I feel complete, being so close to her perfection. And all she asks are small favors. Like she hates walking to the bathroom to pee in the middle of the night, so I just have to take care of that for her…

Waiter, part 5

That night she used me for her pleasure in a way
she never had before. Gone was the tentative power-play where she catered to my
kinky desires. Tonight was about her. She was in charge.

“Doggies don’t need clothes.” She announced as
soon as we were in the door, and roughly removed mine. There was no seduction
in this act. It was quick and perfunctory. When she was done she threw them in
the trash. Um, was I getting those back after this?

“You look naked without a collar. What a perv.
I’ll need to get you one, you naughty little bitch.”

That word…

“Sit.” She commanded. I kneeled, sitting on my
heels.

“Arf arf,” I interjected, raising my hands into
begging dog position.

“Shut up, bitch! You’re not being rewarded.
You’ve been bad, remember?”

“Sorry Master,” I said, looking down in penance.

“Doggies don’t talk, they obey!” she spat,
suddenly slapping me across the right cheek.

Slap!

I was shocked. It stung. A lot.

“You surprised, little doggie? Good. Don’t get
used to it. I like hurting you. But I want to see that confused look of pain
and betrayal on your face. Never lose that.”

Holy fuck! Were we lying all the card on the
table? I didn’t have any idea.

Just then she lifted the hem of her short, black
velvet dress, exposing herself. She was definitely not wearing underwear. She
never went out bare. He must have taken her underwear after all. Plus
she was totally shaved. She hated that. Said it felt demeaning,
patriarchal. Made her look like a porn star. He must have told her to do
it. Or else she voluntarily wanted to present herself to him like
that. I didn’t know which was more humiliating.

Kindra placed a hand on the back of my head,
grasping the hair painfully, and slowly pushed my face against her vulva. She
moved her hips back and forth, smearing secretions from her very wet labia
against my cheeks, nose, eyes. It was more purposeful than sexy. And it
couldn’t have been stimulating her clit. She was making a statement. She was
marking me.

“You’ve been a bad doggie. I’m rubbing your nose
in it. Let the shame sink in. Take a deep sniff. That’s the smell of your
Master. Recognize and obey.”

She yanked my head back.

“Look at you. So pathetic. Covered in my juices.
As happy as could be. You’re a little bitch. You know that, right?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“You like being a beta male?”

That phrase… I
nodded again, reluctantly, ashamed.

“Good. Now follow me.”

She pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down,
lifting her skirt up again.

“Now I know you doggies like to lick your Master
to get their scent. So lick away. And don’t stop until I say so.”

I walked over on all fours and began carefully
licking her labia. Kindra let key skirt fall over my head. I was in the dark.
She couldn’t see me. I was merely servicing her. Fulfilling my function.

She began directing me. Lick here, now there,
deeper, harder, faster, gentler, in a circular motion. She had never given
me such guidance before. She had been awkward about it. Silent. Now she
wouldn’t stop talking. Calling me a beta bitch, a good doggie. Pathetic.
It was humiliating but I was so turned on. When I started touching myself,
though, she smacked me in the head, hard.

“You will follow orders and nothing more! Your
pleasure is not your concern. It is mine. I will let you know when I think you
should have any. If it were up to me you wouldn’t enjoy this at all. But I know
I can’t count on that, you little pervert.”

Her first orgasm had come fast. But she kept me
going. Now she wanted me to go slowly. My jaw felt sore as the minutes passed.

Kindra snapped my head back as her second orgasm
came and she slapped me fiercely across the face, moaning loudly. My ears rung.
What had the been for? Then Kindra walked over to the bed and flopped
down. Her legs over the edge.

“Much better. I was getting tired. Crawl over
here, puppy, and keep up your task.”

I complied.

She came three to five more times – I lost count
– before releasing me.

“Wow! That felt good. Curl up there at the side
of the bed. Let’s take a nap. You deserve it, you good little doggie.”

Kindra laid down fully on the bed and fell
asleep almost immediately. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. I was
also incredible horny. I considered taking the couch. I considered going to the
bathroom and masturbating. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to disobey her. So I
curled up in a fetal position right there and tried to sleep.

I didn’t think I would find any rest. Frantic
thoughts kep running through my head. What did she know? What had I
become? Did this mean I had lost her or that I hadn’t? What did she know
that I knew? Was that sex? It was more sex than we’d had in a while. Since he
had entered the picture. Perhaps it was better than nothing. Perhaps it was
better than everything?

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I awoke to a kiss being planted on my cheek.

“Hey sweety. I love you! That’s so cute that you
actually napped right there. You’re so dedicated. God! It was so fucking
hot!…Right?”

“It was amazing,” I said wistfully.

Slap!

“Doggies don’t talk!”

I looked down in shame and confusion.

“Aww, just kidding! Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” She
giggled then pulled my face up to hers and kissed it gently, lovingly. “Forgive
me?”

“Of course, my lo-”

Slap!

“Stupid bitch! Don’t fucking talk and
don’t fucking call me yours. You’re mine, not the other way around.
Understand?”

I stared at her with fear and devotion in my
eyes and nodded. She smiled wickedly.

She giggled.

“Aww, no, I’m really sorry. I’m so naughty.
Sorry, I guess I was just still caught up in the moment. Forgive me?”

I just nodded.

“Fuck! I’m so bad. I love that look of terror
and confusion on your face. Does that make me evil?”

I shook my head vigorously.

“But what if I want to be evil? How would I do
that?” she asked, running her fingers through my hair, mischief in her voice
and a smirk on her face.

I stared, uncertain.

“Sit here on the bed with me, honey,” she said,
patting the spot next to her.

I complied.

“I really am sorry. You don’t hate me, do you?”

I shook my head.

“No no, you really can speak! I promise.”

She hugged me to her. The velvet of her dress
felt scintillating against my cold, naked skin. Kindra’s left hand began
caressing my thigh.

“I love you,” she breathed in my ear.

Her hand moved to my genitals. My penis began to
harden, tentatively. She gave it a few strokes until it was fully erect. Then
the hand began gently caressing my still sore testicles. It felt amazing.

“Tell me how it was for you,” she whispered.

“…It was like…metamorphosis. I felt like an
entirely different person. Like not even a person. I was fulfilled in my
service to you.”

“Go on,” Kindra purred into my ear, bringing her
other hand around my body to grasp my shaft and slowly tease it. “Tell me, were
you frustrated by not getting release?”

“Yes, it was agony.”

She pumped faster.

“Do you want release now?”

She began squeezing my balls in pulses while
stroking my cock.

“Fuck! God. Yes.”

She clamped down on my testicles and squeezed
with all her might.

“Ahhh! Ow ow ow. Ease up, ease up.”

She didn’t ease up. On the contrary, she kept
her grasp firm, repositioned to face me, and used her free hand to slap me.

Slap!

“How fucking stupid are you, you beta bitch?!
Like seriously how many times can I fool you before you get it? I don’t give a
shit how you felt. I don’t care about your ‘metamorphosis’ or any other idiotic
garbage your brain generates to justify this to itself. You aren’t a person to
me, you are a loyal dog that lets me beat it. Comprehend?”

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes.

She began laughing. Joyously. Smile wide. She
moved her face towards mine and I flinched. This caused her to laugh even
harder. She pressed her lips to corner of my eye and sucked in the tear that
had formed.

Which just caused me to whimper and start crying
in earnest.

“Ohh, shh shh, it’s okay,” Kindra cooed. She
began licking my face as the tears came. “I love these tears. They let me know
I’m evil. I am evil, right?”

I nodded, trying to blink my vision back into
focus.

“Good, good,” she breathed into my ear, “that’s
all I wanted to hear.”

She began caressing my hair with one hand. Her
other was squeezing my balls. Sometimes painfully, sometimes gently.

“All these times we played these games, it was
all about you and your sick desires, you know?”

I nodded.

“I was never really in charge. I was your
servant. But somehow imagining you as a doggie let me finally take the reins,
you know?”

I nodded. She squeezed hard on my poor
testicles.

“It felt so good. I was so confident. I finally
knew what it meant to focus on myself and my pleasure. To the exclusion of
yours. To the nullification of your pleasure. Of your personhood… Well, the
nullification of your agency, at least..”

Here she began stroking my cock again, which had
gone soft in all the confusion and pain.

“Because it meant so much to me that I was above
you as a person. You weren’t just a sex toy, some object, you know? You
were my pet. My degraded boyfriend. You had lost so much to me. Willingly gave
it. God! This is getting me hot!” She stroked me faster. “I guess it’s
good for you, too.”

Without warning Kindra swung her leg over my lap
and straddled me, guiding my now erect penis inside of her. It felt hot in
there and incredibly slick. We usually needed lube. Not today. We always
used condoms. Not today.

Kindra lifted and lowered herself in slow,
gentle rhythms. She held my face with both hands, tilting it up so I had to
meet her gaze. Tears were still occasionally falling down my cheeks as she
slowly fucked me.

“Shh, shh, don’t cry anymore, little doggie,”
she said, wiping away my tears. “This feels nice, right?”

I nodded.

Slap!

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You know I don’t care
about your pleasure, though. It doesn’t matter anymore. Your pain turns me on,
now.”

I whimpered.

“God! That sound thrills me, too!” She began
grinding into me harder, faster. My pelvis bone started to hurt. She pulled my
face, – hot and slick with tears – into her cleavage.

“Maybe I’ll let you come in me.”

I tried to pull away, to shake my head, but she
held me firm. There wasn’t a condom! Had she forgotten?

“Shh, shh, you can’t get away. You’re mine. I’ll
make you impregnate me…That’s your biggest fear, right? Yeah. Maybe I stopped
taking my birth control weeks ago…would you have noticed?” Her quick, steady
rhythm continued. I was terrified. Was it true? I tried to pull away.
She just wrapped her legs under mine and held me tighter. She was so strong.

“Shh, shh, that’s right. Maybe you should have
let me teach you judo? Now I’m going to make you knock me up and you can’t stop
me.”

I didn’t want this…Or I wanted it more than
anything? I was hers. I wanted to serve her in any way she demanded. But that
was just the hormones talking. This would definitely feel like a huge mistake
after I came down. Yet I still wanted it.

She tried to finish me off with hard, deep
thrusts.

“Come now. Come for me baby. Give me what I
want. Knock me up. Lose yourself. Lose. Lose. Lose, my little pathetic bitch.”

At the word bitch I couldn’t hold it in.
I cried out, shooting torrents deep into her. I released an agonized moan. At
that, she ground into my pelvis even harder and started shaking and
shouting. The fingers of one hand dug into my back painfully while the other
pulled my hair mercilessly.

“Yes, yes, yes! I own you! Ahhh! Fuck! You’re so
pathetic. You bitch, ahh!, pathetic beta, ahh!, my bitch. Ohhh…”

With that she slumped into me and took deep,
slow breaths. Minutes passed.

“Ahhh, wow, okay. Woo. Doggie mode over. Thank
you sweety.”

Kindra lifted herself off my lap and gently
pushed me over onto the bed. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly before
sitting back up, straddling my torso.

“I am on birth control, of course.” Then
Kindra reached a hand down, inserted a finger into her vagina and pulled it
back out in a hook shape. A sizable glob of warm, white goo plopped down onto
my stomach.

“But you can never be too careful.” She wiped
her finger through the mess. There was some red blood mixed in. She looked at
it admiringly. “My period always makes me so horny. Care for a taste?” She
extended her messy finger to my moth.

A taste was the last thing I wanted. I was
coming down from sex madness and the idea of putting that in my mouth disgusted
me. But I was also afraid. Kindra had said the role-play was over, again,
but I couldn’t trust Kindra anymore. And I didn’t have the endorphins to
protect me if she hit me. I had to do as she asked. I opened my mouth
compliantly. She put her finger right in and I wrapped my lips around it and
sucked it clean.

“Hehe, that tickles. Hey! You’ll never eat your
cum. I like this….Wait, you’re not still afraid of me, are you?”

I shook my head. It probably wasn’t convincing.

“No…no. I’m… gosh, I can’t say I’m sorry
anymore and be believed, can I? I don’t know what took hold of me. I
thought…you wanted this? But no, was it all just for me? I’m not really evil.
Am I?”

I shook my head.

“Shit!…” Then she started crying, just
a little, quietly, shoulders shaking, face in her hands. “I…fucked everything
up didn’t I? I traumatized you. I’m such a fucking idiot! I destroyed your
trust in me. Which was hot in the moment, but…fuck! I never should have let
myself go like that. I was too unrestrained. Too free. I even used your biggest
fear against you. What the hell is wrong with me!? Am I a monster?”

She was sobbing harder now. This sounded real. I
put an arm around her.

“Look, Kindra…” No slap? “…Kindra, it’s
fine. It was, um, intense, but it’ll be okay. It was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean it.”

Kindra sniffled a few times and wiped her face
in her palms. She looked up at me.

“You’re too good for me.”

“No, my Master is the best.”

She laughed. “Don’t even joke about that right
now. But it was good?”

“So good.” I kissed her cheek.

Her cheek was…totally dry? I pulled back and
looked at her face. Her eyes weren’t red or shiny, her face wasn’t flush. Had
this all been a ruse?

“I love you honey. Sorry I turned evil.” She
laughed.

“It’s…okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling boy.”

Just then Kindra got a text. She grabbed up her
phone from the side table and turned toward me so I couldn’t read the screen.
Her face lit up with a big grin while she texted back and forth. After a
while she spoke to me.

“Okay. well, I‘m gonna go to the bar and meet up
with Yaz.”

“At Ariadne? It’s…eleven on a weekday night.”
Ariadne was more of a club than a bar. A bit seedy. Untoward things were said
to happen in the alley behind it.

“And you go to bars at 9PM? No one would be
there, silly.”

“Right…”

“Besides, we have a lot to talk about. She’s so
excited to hear about my new beta bitch.”

“Haha, oh, you’re going to tell her about that?”

“Well…sorry, I guess that is weird?… But I
already told her and I kinda tell her everything? You know? Besides I really
need to process. I still feel weird about it.”

“Of course; go have fun.”

“Thanks! You’re such a good boy. I may crash at
her place if I get too drunk.”

“Oh…okay.”

Yaz lived a mile from Ariadne in the opposite
direction. Kindra and I were only a mile and a half away to the east of the
bar. She had always walked back before. And she never got very drunk. Besides,
she was a martial arts badass. She could protect herself from creeps. What
did it mean? It had to be him, right?

Kindra went to use the bathroom. I quickly
grabbed her phone and unlocked it. Huh. It really was Yaz.

You: I
have so much to tell you! You’ll be so proud of me!

Yaz: Did you fuck the high schooler?

You: More
like he fucked my face in the bathroom of the restaurant!

Yaz: Damn, what a slut you’ve become

You: Not
long ago I would have slapped you for that, but I’ve embraced it. I love it 🙂

Yaz: You wanton whore, you

You: You
don’t even know. I’m his “bitch” 🙂

Yaz: That’s not a word I expected to see from
you

You: It
gets me hot when he says it. I feel demeaned and owned, but I like it. I’m a
bad feminist now ;P

Yaz: Nothing hotter than being bad

You: Then
he fingered me under the table right in front of the BF!

Yaz: No!

You: Yes!

Yaz: You fucking bitch. How did you get away
with that?

You: I’m
a slut ninja, baby. But that’s not even the half of it.

Yaz: Don’t keep a girl waiting.

You: Come
out to the bar?

Yaz: It’s a weekday.

You: Dax
will be there

Yaz: Your teen lover will be at a bar?

You: Gerry
at the door wants me bad. He’ll do anything I say if I sit in his lap for a
minute

Yaz: Isn’t it against your silly “code” to use
sex appeal for platonic favors?

You: I
told you. I’ve loosened up since an Alpha claimed me. I’m breaking all my own
rules.

Yaz: From prude to vixen. I guess I could make
it out for an unruly sex fiend

You: You
can be lookout for us when we go out back…

Yaz: Damn, you know what to say to a girl. But
if you start fucking in that alley I’m not gonna be able to look away.

You: 😛
see you soon!

Fuck! I hit back to see if
Dax had said anything.

Dax: Why’d you run off?

You: Don’t
be mad

Dax: Should I be?

You: No,
be proud.

Dax: ?

You: I
made him my bitch!

Dax: Made nothing, he was born a bitch

You: Fine.
But now he knows it.

You: Did
you see that tip?

Dax: More like bribe. I thought he was trying to
buy you back

You: I
made him empty his wallet 🙂

Dax: Humiliation. Nice. You’re learning.

You: He
did everything I commanded. It felt amazing

Dax: It’s in his nature.

You: I
totally wrecked him. I ruined his sense of safety around me. Shit, it’s getting
me hot just thinking about it.

Dax: Good job, bitch. Who’s my good girl?

You: purrr

Dax: *slaps that ass*

Dax: I want to wreck you, girl.

You: Come
out? Ariadne?

Dax: See you soon, my bitch.

Dax: Your boyfriend’s buying

I heard Kindra opening the door and I scrambled
to hit power and place the phone on the bed. I didn’t have time to switch text
conversations. Shit!

Kindra grabbed up her matching black purse and
threw her phone in. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly before-

Slap!

“See ya later, beta bitch.” Giggling and blowing
a kiss, she left.

Twilight Zelda always seemed deliciously dark:

She had to strike a horrible bargain to save the lives of her
people. But was this half life she doomed her people to the right choice? Maybe
she should have fought despite the seeming impossibility? The uncertainty
tortures her

And here comes sweet, innocent Link. Chosen to be the pure hero
of light who gets to banish the darkness. He’ll never have to make hard
decisions. He’ll never agonize over his choices, because his destiny is simple.
Sure he’s cute, but that just makes Zelda’s resentment burn colder. She hates
that she wants him to save her too. That she wants him to claim his reward
right after…

When Ganon was summoned he quickly sensed Zelda’s feelings and
took full advantage. She didn’t need this “Chosen Hero,” he told her. She
was the ruler, the one who had been there for her people while he was stilling
playing with sheep on some farm. Join him, Ganon promised, and he’d respect her
power. He’d give her her people back. She’d be their savior. With her new
Prince consort Ganondorf at her side, making her every whim a reality. Every whim, he added, suggestively. Then he’d cage that
insolent Midna and give her to Zelda as a bridal gift. Meanwhile, Link would be
stripped of his triforce and made their pet. He’d be her reward, not the other
way around.

It was an offer she didn’t refuse.

Waiter, part 4

It had been about five minutes and she hadn’t
come back. I had stopped reading her texts a while ago. I hadn’t seen them all,
but it was too demoralizing to continue.

Where was she? Stupid question. I knew. With him.
Were they actually just fucking in the bathroom? Would that be their first
time? I didn’t know anymore if the idea repulsed me or turned me on.

I started browsing my phone. Beta male.
There it was in my Google search, though I didn’t recall choosing to type it.
Some stuff came up about wolves. Followed by bullshit pickup artist schlock.
Then MRA babies. Finally Urban Dictionary.

“The opposite of Alpha Male. In modern society
an Alpha Male not only requires physical prowess but also confidence and attitude…The
beta male tends to be smart, quiet, and non-confrontational.”

Well there was certainly something to that
between he and I. I was so non-confrontational I let him do all this.

“If lucky, beta males can get a hot chick once
in her 30’s, after she’s tired of fucking Alpha Males, and decides to settle
down with a beta male for money stability. Alpha Males get everything, beta
males get the leftovers. It’s a little thing called ‘Life’…”

Childish, and yet, I kept reading. It was like I
was flogging myself with these definitions. Burning myself with shame. There
were several in defense of the intelligence and sensitivity of the beta male. I
only skimmed those. I was aiming for condemnation.

“To be a bitch like male.”

Bitch. So that’s what we both
were now? His bitches? The notion thrilled me as much as it disgusted.

What is the role of a beta male?

Some advice column came up, answering a question
from a woman dating a beta.

“Alpha males are the ones who will always follow
up quickly, make the first move, and claim you as their girlfriends. Beta males
are the ones who have more kindness than confidence. They’re not nearly as
assertive. They’re so passive as to be, well, almost feminine in nature…when
you’re with a beta male you’re ALLOWED to be more Alpha…if he’s a true beta
male he’ll be THRILLED that you’re taking control.”

That certainly described Kindra and I. She was
very much in control. I appreciated it. Had she been yearning for a take charge
male this whole time? We’d spent months moving from friends to romantic
partners. She seemed to liked my care and thoughtfulness. Yet this guy had
swept in right under my nose, hit on Kindra, gotten her number, and claimed her
as his “bitch”. In mere days.

She seemed to like that, too. Enough to stop
fucking me. Enough to let him use sexist slurs for her and take possession of
her. She wanted to be dominated.

Still no sign of her.

What does tumblr say? Alpha bull, eh?…

”A beta male’s penis is like the wings on a
penguin. It does not serve any meaningful function….but just as flightless
birds serve a purpose in the world, so does the beta male. He just needs to
learn his purpose early on or else he will be frustrated later. Just like a
penguin who has been told it can fly.”

My purpose? What would that be? To sit aside and
watch him take my girlfriend? To drink his urine?

“I advise college-aged girls who are interested
in cuckolding to have a an ‘emotional boyfriend’ and a ‘physical
boyfriend’ …explain she has an emotional attachment to the beta male,
depends on his support, but that she is still young and wants to explore
physically…the young beta male who takes readily to the idea of being her
emotional-only boyfriend will quickly develop into a supportive cuckold, as the
men she choose as sexual boyfriends, given their age, are full of masculine
energy and aggression. This reinforces the beta male’s role constantly.”

Cuckold? I knew that from Shakespeare but not as
a form of relationship. Were Kindra and he growing my cuckold horns even as I
read up on my new role? I had sort of been thinking she was going to throw me
aside soon. Yet she had kissed me so warmly just now. Even while dressed up for
him. Even while coming here just to see him. Even just before
going off to fuck him. Was I, her emotional-only boyfriend, a cuckold
now?

She still wasn’t back.

Next was a series of tips on showing deference
to other males, in front of your partner.

“She will recognize that you, the beta male, are
voluntarily establishing yourself on a lower position on the hierarchy than
other men. This will simultaneously attract her to those men, and repel her
sexually from you.”

Hmm.

“Hey sweety! No, I didn’t fall in. Sorry for the
delay.” Kindra came up and kissed me. Deeply. Did her mouth…taste like semen?
As our tongues intertwined I knew. Pulling back, I took appraisal of
her. Rather than having straightened up, she was disheveled. Hair messy, a
strap of her dress nearly falling off her shoulder, makeup smudged.

And of course he was coming right behind
her, with menus. Out of his pocket, I could swear I saw a pair of black lace
panties poking out. Kindra definitely had some like that.

I hopped right up.

“Thank you, Sir!” I exclaimed, taking the menus
and extending my right hand. He looked at me quizzically, as if evaluating an
unexpected threat. But he returned my handshake. Very firmly. Ow! I
smiled and rubbed my hand. “That’s quite a strong grip you have,” I said.

“Thanks. I work out.”

“I can tell,” I said admiringly. “So, Kindra
tells me you’ve been very nice to her when we’ve been here. She was hoping you
could be friends. So…could you sit down for a minute? Or…would that break
protocol?”

I gestured to the side of the booth I had been
occupying. Points one and two in “How to Show Deference”. Call the Alpha Male “Sir”
and offer him your seat. Why the hell was I doing this? Kindra and he
both looked confused. And nervous. But he recovered his composure
quickly.

“I have a minute,” he replied, taking a seat
next to Kindra instead of the one I offered. He sat very close.

I
think I heard her gasp while he settled in. She tried to hide it as a hiccup. What
had he done?

“Kindra said your name is Dax?”

“‘I liked ‘Sir’,” he said, glaring at me with a
wolf’s grin, predatory yet wary.

“Haha, you got it, Sir. Thanks for
sitting down with us. It’s a weird request, I know.”

“Yes, we shouldn’t keep him,” Kindra said,
giving me a confused, pleading look. But just then she let out another stifled
gasp. Her face reddened and she struggled for composure.

“The pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” he
interjected smugly. His right hand was under the table. No doubt if I peaked
I’d see it between Kindra’s legs.

“Oh! Let me get you some water! It will be a
treat, you being served for once. I know where the pitchers are.” I walked over
to a nearby side table and grabbed a full water pitcher and a glass. Walking
back over, I positioned myself so I couldn’t see what was happening under their
side of the table and poured him a glass. I returned the pitcher before sitting
back down. Point 3: offer him a drink.

Kindra was struggling to keep her face straight.
I pretended not to notice. We chatted about mundane things for a while. I kept
trying to be subtly deferential to him. Praising him, acting like I was trying
to impress.

Or was I acting? The weird thing was, what started as a mad thought had quickly
become compulsion and then nature. I wasn’t acting anymore. I really did
want to impress him. I wanted him to praise me like a puppy. Like a bitch.

That’s when I noticed a foot in my crotch.
Kindra? No, it it was a boot, not her dress shoes. The toe pressed firmly and
relentless in. He was crushing my balls. It was my turn to struggle to keep a
straight face. It was anguish.

“Kindra, tell me more about your field of
study,” he asked nonchalantly, “What was your thesis?”

“Umm, ahhh, well.” Her face was flush. She was
having a hard time getting words out. “It’s ahh, kind of boring…for
dinner, ummm,” she placed her palms on the table top and took a deep breath,
“talk.”

“Come now,” he insisted, a curious
intensity to his words, ”I’m interested. Come. Now.”

Kindra was staring down at the table now,
fingers splayed, taking deep breaths. At the same time, he began
pressing harder into my balls. I thought they might break, turn to paste. Was I
dying? I was going to pass out. Or cry. Kindra started sputtering. Moaning?

“I, ahhhhh, ohhhhh.” Her breathing was fast now,
shallow. She opened her mouth again as if to speak but instead her lips formed
into a silent O before she clamped them back together. Her eyes closed tightly
and she shook her head no. Her face flushed further and her torso convulsed.
Several times, in pulses.

I knew exactly what had happened. An innocent
onlooker might have missed it. Mistaken it all for extreme shyness. Maybe a
panic attack? Would an innocent version of me have known? Kindra was shy at
times, could be awkward. But I knew. The mind-numbing pain in my crotch
was melding with arousal. Fuck. I was a beta male that knew his girlfriend
had just been brought to orgasm in front of him, in public, by an Alpha who was
simultaneously destroying my manhood. Fuck. It felt amazing.

In a moment Kindra’s breathing returned to slow,
deep breaths, but she didn’t look up.

“Well, I won’t pry. Another time. But I should
get going. Thank you for your hospitality.” With that he removed his
foot from my crotch and took Kindra’s hand, kissing it cordially when she
looked up to meet his gaze.

—————————————————–

We both sat there in silence, breathing and
trying to regain our calm. Finally I spoke up.

“That was nice.”

“Yes,” she said flatly, not looking into my
eyes.

“Sorry to spring that on you.”

“It was fine.”

“He does seem nice.”

“Yeah.”

“You acted…uncomfortable when he asked you
about your thesis…”

She looked into my eyes then, appraisingly. Was
she wondering what I knew? Could I possibly have missed that? She had been
discreet, right? Considering? I kept my face neutral.

“Just suddenly felt shy. And boring.”

“Aww, but you’re not boring. You’re amazing”

“Thanks,” she said, and smiled with real warmth.

“And see? I can be friendly. I can make
friends.”

“Haha. Yes, good boy.” She intoned
jokingly.

“Arf arf.”

“Very good boy.” She scratched me under the
chin. “But I thought you were a jealous doggie about that particular pitbull?”

“Well, you know, a golden retriever just can’t
help being friendly to a fault.”

“You’d be a terrible guard dog.”

“But great at licking hands. And feet.”

“Yes… I suppose I never need doubt your
affections.”

“Loyal to a fault, too.”

She was silent for a moment.

“What if I kick you?” she asked, in a seeking
tone.

“I’d be confused. I’d give you those
guilt-inducing puppy dog eyes,” I replied airily. “But I’d forgive.”

She paused again.

“What if I didn’t feel guilty, though? What if I
liked kicking you?” she asked seriously.

I gazed back at her and considered.

“Maybe I like being kicked?” I responded
earnestly.

“You’re too good for me.”

She reached up and held my chin.

“No, my Master is the best.”

She let her hand slide downward, caressing my
neck and then wrapping her fingers around, grasping it. Just like he had.
But lightly. Not painfully. With a confident air of ownership.

“I need to get you home and show you your
place.”

“We haven’t even ordered.”

“Who’s the Master, doggie?!”

I whimpered and inclined my head toward Kindra.

“That’s right. Now you’ve been bad. I need to
take you home immediately and rub your face in it. But first leave a tip for
the nice pitbull you befriended. A good one.”

I pulled out a five and dropped it on the table.

“Better than that.”

I pulled out a twenty and dropped it on top.

“Paltry. Show him he’s the Alpha.”

With a whimper, I emptied my wallet: two more
twenties and three ones.

“Adequate. Carry more cash in the future.”

As far lost in the role-play as I was, still a
ping of fear struck me. Sixty eight dollars was a lot of money for me. But I
bit my tongue.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Master.”

“Sorry, Master.”

Kindra grabbed my hand and dragged me out of
there. As we passed the register Dax gave us a bewildered look.

“Leaving so soon? I hope it wasn’t something I
said.”

“No, Dax, you were, um…very good,” Kindra
said. “But this one’s been bad. Apologize.” She directed the last to me. I was
a little taken aback but complied.

“I’m terribly sorry, Sir,” I mumbled sheepishly.

“Good boy. See you later, Dax.” Her tone
was mildly flirtatious and she winked at him. Was I supposed to see
that?

Waiter, part 3

“I think I
should freshen up, too, actually”

Kindra’s voice pulled me out of my
reverie. I am a…beta? What did that even mean? It felt true. But I was
just horny. Probably. He was merely some overconfident high school kid.
Even if Kindra fooled around with him, so what? It didn’t mean anything about
me. Or about her. She was too strong to be claimed by him. Like I had been… What the hell was I thinking?!

Just then I looked over and saw
Kindra, across the restaurant, suddenly pulled aside by him.
He led her into the back hallway where the bathroom were, out of sight. Ugh.
That fucking kid. I should never have stooped to his level. That damned bet. It
started all this. Never take the bait, you
fool! There’s no way to win doing
exactly what some jerk says. What
he said. Oh shit, there was
Kindra’s phone. He said to check the texts. Fuck!
I picked it up and quickly put in the code I knew by heart, having seen it
entered so many times.

Texts, texts, texts. Gah.
His were right there when I opened the app. No precautions taken. I needed to
be quick. I scrolled back to the top.

Dax: Thanks for your number,
beautiful 😉

You: Same
to you, cutie

Dax: Those
were some quick moves in front of your BF

You: You
did kinda force my hand

You: I
said no, you know 😉

Dax: I
don’t take no for an answer

You: That’s
not cool…

Dax: A
little boldness and perseverance can make all the difference

Dax: Do you
regret it?

You: No

You: It
was my decision. I wanted this.

Dax: You
needed this

Dax: I’ll
show you what a bold man can do

You: You
better be discreet!

Dax:Says
the girl texting a guy in front from her BF

You: Promise!

Dax:
Anything for you, sexy

You: gtg!

So that’s
where it began. I skimmed some more texts. There was a lot of flirting.
Apparently they did manage to meet up IRL. Briefly, as far as I could tell.
During a break at her work. He played hookey from school and surprised her. He
snuck a kiss. But they were seen?! She had to swear her close friend/coworker Yaz to
secrecy. Sounded like she thought it was a fun secret to keep. And I liked Yaz!

Then something caught my eye. The
word bitch?! He said that to her?

Dax: Hey
bitch

You: WTF?!

Dax: You’re
my bitch

You: Never
call a woman that

You: It’s
not cool

Dax: Hey
I’m sorry

Dax: I
didn’t mean to offend

You: Well
you did

You: But
you didn’t know, so it’s forgiven

Dax: I just
meant that you’re my girl

Dax: My
woman

You: I
don’t belong to anyone

Dax: Come
on!

Dax: I’m
your man

You: One
of them 😛

Dax: He
isn’t a man

You: Is
that so?

Dax: Not if
you’re cheating on him

Dax: You
like me because I’m a man

You: You’re
a high school boy

You: I
have a Master’s in gender studies

You: You
have a lot to learn

Dax: Man enough
to pick you up in front of that boy of yours

Dax: Man
enough to rock your world

Dax: Man
enough to invalidate him by comparison

You: You
are a cave man, my man 🙂

Dax: You
like it.

You: Maybe…

Dax: My
woman

You: hmm

Dax: Just
admit it feels good

You: You
draw such unexpected things out of me…

Dax: I knew
it!

Dax: You’re
my bitch

You: Don’t
even

Dax: You’re
cheating on your BF

You: Barely

Dax: Please

Dax: You are

Dax: Have
you fucked him lately?

You: No

Dax:
Because of me.

You: None
of your business

Dax: It IS
because of me.

Dax: That
makes you a bitch

You: So
now you’re judging me for this?!

Dax: Just
telling you what you are

You: WTF!

Dax: No
shame. You’re my bitch now, so it’s okay.

Dax: You’re
a powerful bitch who chooses the men she wants and doesn’t care about societal
norms

You: Now
that I can get behind

Dax: That’s
right, bitch

Dax: You’re
a liberated woman but you’re also my bitch

Dax: I
claimed you

You: Yeah?

Dax: I
could tell you were too much woman for him. So I stole you away.

You: So
I’m a prize now?

Dax: Only
to the right man. One strong enough to handle you.

You: So
I need to be handled?

Dax: 😉 you
know it

What the
fuck?! That was unexpected. I couldn’t believe she let him say that to her.
Would my sassy, fiery Kindra really bow to regressive attitudes like that?

I gulped …I had.

Then there was some sexting. Late
at night. Just like I remembered.

Dax: You’re
lying right next to him?

You: Yes…

Dax: So
naughty

Dax: Touch
yourself, bitch

You: Yes

Dax: Good
girl.

You: But
I’m so bad…

Dax: You’re
being bad to him

Dax: But
it’s for me

Dax: Right?

You: Fuck
yes! It’s so hot

Dax: That’s
my good girl

You: I
wish you were fucking me right now

Dax: Next
to him?

You: Sleeping
through the whole thing

You: Never
knowing

Dax: You
calling out my name into the pillow

You: Yes!

Dax: Betray
your pathetic BF for me

You: Mmmm

Dax: Give
in to a real man

Dax: Devote
your body to me

You: You
own me

You: I
need you

Dax: Soon.

You: Not
soon enough

Dax: Come
for me, bitch

You: Yesss

My heart
was at the bottom of my stomach. I put the phone back. It was true. Things were
falling together exactly how he said they would. And I had to look the other way.
Be his accomplice. Besides, if I did speak up, would it matter? She was clearly
falling for his “charms”. Would she stop even if she was
caught?

Seemed unlikely. …Would I want
her to stop? Of course!

No.

Maybe?
Ugh. Was I just a…beta male? Was this all happening because it was the
natural order? He was stepping into his rightful place as Alpha? Everything I
believed cried no. But deep down my feelings seemed to be whispering yes.