The Alpha Academy - Chapter 2 (part 3/3) (Patreon)
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Previously:
Chapter 1 - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Chapter 2 - Part 1 | Part 2
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We’d broken the Academy rules within 5 minutes. Not that this was fully out of character for me… Did they know I had something to do in it too? They had only called for Adam after all. Another boy’s voice coming from the upper bunk bed pulled me out of my thoughts.
- That was hot.
I turned around and looked up. A curly black-haired boy was looking at me from the bunk bed on top of mine.
- Uh hey, I answered. Hmm yeah I got pretty worked up… Damn! I sure hope he’s gonna be ok.
- I think he’s gonna be fine. He’s a natural, seeing how desperate he was to serve you. I’m Damian, by the way. Nice to meet you.
- Um… nice to meet you too. I’m Kenneth.
Damian appeared oddly calm and composed, while I was honestly completely unsettled. All because of this place I barely knew anything about, and not knowing what it had in store for me. Most unnerving of all was the cage – I was absolutely not coming to terms with it. All I could think about was whether there was a way to turn this around for me. Maybe if they just saw how I can own these boy holes… surely, they’d upgrade me to the Men’s training…
- Alright, well I’m going to find out about this breakfast, Damian said. I’m starving.
- Yeah, I guess I should do that too.
There were four dressers, two on either side of the bunkbeds. The drawers were all locked except the top one. I opened the one at the end of my bed, and there I found the “uniform”: Red t-shirts with the Academy insignia, matching shoes, long white socks, and… a pair of jockstraps. On the floor at the foot of the dresser was a pair of sporty-looking shoes, with matching colors and logo. Seeing the ensemble made me feel a weird mix of arousal and shame. I felt my face turn red and my cage get tight at the same time. Having no other choice, I started to put the clothes on while Damian was doing the same. From the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but check him out.
Damian was quite smaller than me, but with a muscular build that wouldn’t exactly let me think of him as a “twink”. His butt was bigger than proportionate with a light coat of dark fur that complemented well his thick curly hair and trimmed beard. Another horny electric shock went through my body and was blocked at the cage. Fucking hell…
The fabric of the t-shirt felt incredibly comfortable, and it tightly wrapped the muscles of my chest, back and abs. The stretch made it a little bit see-through. It fell slightly short of covering my lower abs. At first, I thought I must have opened the wrong drawer, but on second thought… it was probably precisely the size the Academy intended to have me wear. I looked at myself in the mirror and – any “top” vibe I ever sent was gone. The uniform was turning me into a perfect himbo jock. Apart from the fact that this was absolutely not me… it was kinda hot. And in fact, I figure it could probably have been worse. I suddenly wondered what was inside the other drawers, unsure about how much I wanted to find out…
- Damn look at you, boy! The Alphas are gonna fight over owning a piece of sub like that, Damian said.
- Thanks, I guess? But I’m not gonna stay with the pussyboys. I’m gonna get upgraded to the Men. And then I might as well get a piece of your ass, I answered, meaning to return the compliment somewhat.
Damian had put on glasses, which gave him a cute nerdy look. He grinned with his small mouth with plump lips. Perfect for wrapping around my cock, I thought. Damn it! Everything was turning me on. Was it gonna be like that for every boy here? I would lose my mind for sure.
- What? That’s not possible, you know. And you already broke one rule, you should be more careful.
- Pff, we’ll see about that, boy.
Damian gave me the same raised eyebrow the dude from the entrance kiosk had given me when I had asked to be shown to the Men’s training. That bratty attitude…
- Come on, let’s go, hot-head.
We walked to the only door, through which Adam had disappeared minutes ago, and left the room.