The Alpha Academy - Chapter 1 (part 1/3) (Patreon)

The time had finally come. I stood in front of the large building with the large insignia everyone knew very well. It read “Alpha Academy” with an elaborate coat of arms. Boys the same age as me were flocking towards the doors, knowing it would be a year before they passed them the other way. Older men who had long graduated the Academy’s training were gathered to see the new batch of boys, contemplating which one they would claim ownership of after the graduation. They were whistling at us, walking among the boys and grabbing their tight, muscular ass. Sex was forbidden between graduated men and those who had not passed the academy yet — but it didn’t prevent them to fantasize on it.

One year training at the Academy was mandatory for all. It is where boys my age found their place in society. We entered it as boys, and left either as Alphas, or pussyboys. It was virtually all we knew about what went on in there. We had been discussing it for months, debating which role to choose, making guesses on what might happen to us while we would be trained. These talks usually made everyone horny and we ended up covered in jizz.

For me, it was always clear I wanted to be an Alpha. I was taller than average, naturally rather thin but I worked out hard every day and maintained a good build. I was obsessed around the clock with the smooth buttholes of my twinky classmates, and I often got in trouble for rimjobs given in the school hallways or messing around in toilet stalls (while public sex was quite common, it was generally frowned upon to build up a Dom reputation before the Academy).

Boys who became Alphas were entitled to positions of power. They could claim their own boys, used and shared them as they pleased or needed. There were even rumors that Alpha trainees underwent some kind of procedure to increase their cum production. Just the idea of my shaft pumping out all that man juice got my cock hard and poking through my shorts. I must say I had specifically omitted to put on underwear for the occasion. What stronger statement than walking through the doors of the Alpha Academy with a full-blown hard-on? I stepped through the door confidently, noticing with satisfaction a few cute fellow boys glancing at my bulge.

There had to be around a hundred boys lining up at a dozen registration booths. Some of them I knew from school, others I had never seen. They were all fit, with rather revealing clothing. Everyone wanted to look hot for their admission at the Academy. I had put on a tank-top with overly wide openings that left my pierced nipples and some of my meaty pecs uncovered. I had short sport shorts that tightly fit my firm bubble butt, though supple enough for my cock to show through. For a laidback look, I had put on my baseball hat backwards, which along with my blue eyes was a proven combo to get most boys bending over.

I looked around for some kind of indication towards “Men’s training registration” or something similar, but failed to find any. I figured I'd have to ask, and ended up walking towards an empty booth, where a typical Alpha man (burly, muscular, graying hair, maybe 10 years older than me) was sitting. I asked:

- Hey, I’m looking to register for the Men’s training.

He lifted his eyes, which then scanned me slowly from head to toe. I held a gulp, and my hard-on receded slightly. Finally, he said:

- Right, of course, yes. Name?
- Um, I’m Kenneth. Kenneth Jones.
- Kenneth… Alright, I got your file right here. You may head to trial room 6, he instructed simply, gesturing towards a row of numbered doors. Leave any clothing in the changing room, then you’ll be sorted.

Sorted?

- Oh, I don’t need sorting, I know which training I want.
- Hmf! he chuckled, with an arrogance that annoyed me. If you’re so sure then, it should all go smoothly.

He nodded in the direction of the rooms, and I started making my way. I reached the door labeled "6", and proceeded through. As compared to how thrilled I had been when passing the front door, there was now a slight... apprehension building up as I watched the door closing behind me, and shut with a final click. The outside world was now out of reach for an entire year.

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