CalyB

The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. 

In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. 

He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. 

That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him.

All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. 

That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. 

Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. 

The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. 

He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch.
 
Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small.


This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)

(BL)Alpha Made

At this point, Maxwell shouldn't complain about how many marks he had on him. Andrew was doing his best, but the man was a beast in a tiny form. A sex monster that was after Andrew's cock and soul.

There was only so much self restraint a man could show when someone as hot and sexy threw themselves at Andrew over and over, and Andrew felt his desires slipping into uncontrollable territory.

Andrew knew it had to be because of the mirrors. Seeing Maxwell enjoy himself so much at every angle was really getting to him. Because of course they didn't just lie down for bed and Andrew stuck his cock in Maxwell.

That was the wrong way to do it, and Andrew wasn't a monster. No, he did what any respectable husband would do, and ate Maxwell's ass out while Maxwell watched him do so. Then he slid his cock inside of him, covered up, and had his wicked way with the man.

A reward (m)