By the time Ricky was 18, he weighed 250 pounds of solid muscle. Nobody in his small village knew what to do. His mother had to sew special clothes for him. He was 6 '4 and enormous, not only more developed than his schoolmates, but more than any other man in his pastoral town.
More than that, he was smarter, and more capable. He had already graduated high school and had taken up working for the mayor…eventually doing more work than the mayor himself as a so-called apprentice. He borrowed multiple books a day from the library and had taken to building houses from scratch. He wasn’t like the others.
And most of all…there was his sex drive. Ricky couldn’t stop; he felt a burning rush to fuck, to pump his load into someone, all day, and would reach orgasm at least a dozen times, his libido as unquenchable as his appetite. He didn’t know it until he entered the locker room with the other boys, but he was endowed beyond anyone he’d ever seen. His dick came down mid-thigh, without being hard, and when it did get hard, which was all the time, it was enough to break the seams of his pants.
This town had been forgotten by the rest of the continent. It was on the fringes, the coast, untrammeled by hyper-development. No one here had heard of an alpha, and if they did, they spoke of them as if they were a fiction: a ruling class of bodybuilder supermen? Come on…
Ricky was a gentle soul, never knowing what he had. He never forced himself on anyone. And yet, they all wanted him. It started with the girls in class, and their parents, then his teachers. Within a year, he’d gotten half of the town pregnant, and everyone was happy about it. For the girls and the married women, their spouses and fathers were proud and excited. And some of them wanted him to fuck them too.
Ricky found it a safer bet to just handle men. All of his teammates had begged him to let them blow him, and the coach waited to take a load from Ricky every day after practice. He fucked the dads in his neighborhood, and the men in the mayor’s office. He couldn’t help himself, and even when he tried to refuse, they were usually already unzipping his busted pants.
Was this normal? Why wasn’t anyone like him? How was it that he could bench press a car, and no one else could? On the night of his 17th birthday, his mother sat him down. She broke it to him: he was an alpha.
He’d never even heard of one. She told him: she’d traveled to the city once, and had a night with one. He changed her life and impregnated her. She never saw him again. And she said it as gently as she could: it was time he went and found others like him. He was literally getting too big for this town.
But how? Where would he go? She explained to him: He’d grown up living like a normal person, but out in the world, he would rule. The way he’d had everyone in this town, that’s how it should be. In the real world, he would have servants, and could do great things, have all his needs met. She told him that there were schools out there, centers for growing young alphas like him, and that she’d kept him to herself for too long. She pulled out a dusty map and told him where to head.
Ricky didn’t own much. He packed light, and found hitchhiking to be a blast. On every road, cars would stop instantly when they caught the sight of Ricky’s sculptural silhouette. If they could blow him or sit on his dick, men would agree to drive Ricky anywhere. After he’d unload inside them, he asked about alphas. What were they? What was it like out there?
Most of the men looked at him in shock. He’d never known he was provincial, didn’t realize that the books in his library were from an old world. The alphas program had been announced only 20 years ago, with the first generation of genetically engineered master men instantly capturing the continent’s imagination. Within weeks, they’d taken over just about every field, bringing instant economic harmony and futuristic technology to the world. It sounds crazy, but their magnetic power, their beauty, made the humans desire their place as a servant class. Only some little villages, on the fringes of the continent, hadn’t yet modernized, hadn’t experienced a living alpha.
He couldn’t imagine. Men like him, men with whom he wouldn’t have to hold back. It wasn’t just intellectual…when it came to fucking, he’d always had to be a little gentle, a little more delicate, reserving his full power in fear of breaking their little bodies. He’d always thought something was wrong with him, but now he was learning that there were others like him…and they had embraced their full potential.
The institute was merely miles away. He hadn’t showered in days, and with just a few accidental flexes of his muscles, he’d ripped through these clothes. Would they take him? He couldn’t keep down his erections, as he dreamed of this school…a school with boys who were built like him, who could handle him, who might even be able to properly fuck him. He’d never bottomed before…no one in his town was big enough to properly mount him. Maybe here, for the first time, he’d finally get to bottom for another man?
