New World Order - Chapters 1 & 2

Warning: This story, by its very nature, is going to piss people off. So if you’re someone that is easily offended, or tends to take works of fantasy/fiction seriously and get triggered, please don’t read it. None of the views expressed in this story are necessarily my own, I’ve just always been interested in the Alpha/beta dichotomy–even though I don’t think it holds water in the real world–so I wanted to do a story that explores that. In doing so, I had to come up with a way to discern between Alphas and betas, and after hundreds of iterations, I still feel like I'll inevitably make someone butthurt. So please do not try to derive any political statements or implications from this story. Again, it’s just dystopian fiction, don’t take it too seriously. It’s all in good fun. Try to enjoy it!

Prologue

It actually started with the women. Once they started getting elected to higher positions in public office, things finally started getting done in this country. Once the first female President was elected, that really got the ball rolling. Women of all colors and political parties started passing laws and they got to decide what the government can do with a woman’s body, not a bunch of crusty old white men.

Now, it’s no secret that a woman is very particular when it comes to finding a suitable mate. It boils down to basic biology: females want the best possible genes for their future offspring. And now that they no longer have to submit to the patriarchy, they aren’t forced to pretend that they enjoy being with lesser males, or “beta” males, as they were soon to officially be deemed.

It didn’t happen overnight, nothing ever does. But slowly there was a shift in developed societies. Women began choosing Alphas in higher numbers and the betas were left groveling in the corner. The incels took to Twitter, Tumblr, and other sites and attempted to rally some sort of revolution.

This would end up being the catalyst for their ultimate downfall.

The betas were easily put down by the far superior Alphas, and because they were now seen as an enemy of the state, it was easy to pass legislation against them. The Alpha Women wanted nothing but Alpha Male genes in the population, and they’d be damned if some Alpha Male was going to choose a beta woman to carry their offspring.

It was called the Omega Act. Passed in 2052, it mainly prevented any male or female beta from reproducing. But the first step had to be defining what constituted an Alpha vs. beta.

For men, it was simple: Guy that spends most of his time on 4chan? Beta. Guy with an abnormally high, lifted truck and overcompensating tires? Beta. Listening to Andrew Tate podcasts? Beta. Self-proclaiming yourself as an Alpha? Automatic Beta. No questions asked. Alphas know when they’re Alphas, and don’t have to project to cover up their insecurities on the inside.

Many were surprised that penis size, height and stature had no bearing on whether or not you were Alpha or beta. Having a dick over 6 inches may be seen as desirable by some. But that was not the metric. You weren’t a beta if you had a 4 inch dick.  You were a beta if you had a 4 inch dick and lied, saying it was 6+ inches to make yourself feel better. A lot of men over 6ft. tall were flabbergasted to learn that that single trait did not make them Alpha. Their superiority complex just for being born taller gave them a misplaced sense of accomplishment. But that was by no means earned, and therefore was not on the list of what made men Alpha.

For women, it wasn’t so easy. An Alpha female could sometimes be hard to spot, and you couldn’t rely on anatomy (Renfrow vs. Kupp of 2054 ruled that breast size was not a suitable metric of determining Alphanaity in those that identified as female) so society turned to science. Using DNA sequencing, scientists were able to identify a genetic marker that virtually all Alphas (male or female) posessed, and betas didn’t. To put it simply: a simple DNA test could determine Alpha/beta individuals with 99% accuracy.

Well of course that put the world in an uproar. The same persons complaining on 4chan, Reddit, and Qanon about the government and that the scientists didn’t know what they were talking about were quick to claim they were part of the “1%” that didn’t accurately get sequenced. Others resisted with force, which got them put in jail or regression institutions.

The beta militia that formed led to the Second Civil war in January of 2055. It wasn’t much of a ‘war’ though. It was over by March of that same year.

In order to control the betas and prevent another uprising, they started getting rounded up and “reappropriated”. You see, being subservients, betas were good for certain tasks. Like housekeeping, cooking, cleaning, landscaping, etc. Some gave themselves up voluntarily, as if it was something they always knew deep down in their heart of hearts and had accepted long ago. Most of them took to these tasks like a fish took to water.

But not all of them went willingly. It’s the obnoxious ones that protested the most. The ones that use flags and bumper stickers and silly sayings to project their supposed “Alpha” qualities in an attempt to cover up what they know deep down. Like a Chihuahua that has to make up for its smaller stature by being louder than the others. They put up the biggest bark and even sometimes a literal bite, but they were taken in all the same.

Still, there were some that lived in denial, some that managed to hide. Living off the grid, and spending their entire lives lying to themselves about the truth. And thus begins our story…

                  Chapter 1

“Supper’s on the stove” Tammy Lynn said to her husband Rodney when he pulled up. Their cabin was in a rural stretch of the countryside outside of East Texas. It was almost sundown, the heat from the day finally dissipating to a cool 108oF. This winter was going to be one of the coldest they’d had in years.

Rodney grabbed one of the sausages and put it on his plate, smothering it in baked beans. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and plopped himself on the barcalounger, turning on the TV. It was fuzzy, most TV’s from the 20’s were by now.  But Rodney refused to get one of those new-fangled “smart” TV’s that allowed the government to track him. So he opened up his phone and accepted the cookies on his favorite websites and got to browsing.

“How was your day?” Tammy asked, sitting on the couch next to his chair.

“Rough,” Rodney grumbled, sipping his beer. Working at the factory was tough…for those that did the hard labor. Rodney mostly just stared at a computer screen in an office and told the others what hard labor they needed to do from the comfort of his padded chair.

Tammy nodded, knowing she wasn’t going to get much more of an answer.

He flipped to the news. Madame President Parish was giving a speech about how military funds need to be cut in order to better finance schools and education.

Rodney scoffed, “This is what happens when you elect a woman to be President.” He said with a full mouth of sausage.

Tammy nodded again.

They both looked up as headlights shone through the window.

“Were you expecting someone?” Rodney asked, shoveling beans into his mouth.

Tammy shook her head, “Must be those damn Soyers again.”

“Fucking Soyers.” Rodney grumbled. He was getting real sick of all these preachy New Worlders coming by to sell them the next new fangled thing. Solar cells, bidets, smog dispellers, etc. He didn’t want it, and the world was doin’ just fine without it.

Tammy peeled back the curtain, peering through the window to see three people climbing out of a very nice 2058 Black Cadillac.

A woman with tight, brown hair in a business suit clutching a briefcase was flanked by two very large men. They walked the cobbled pathway up to the porch.

“Oh shit…” Tammy breathed.

“What?” Rodney asked.

But before Tammy could reply there was a knock on the door.

Tammy stood frozen in the window, just out of view of the visitors. Rodney took several attempts to clamber off the barcalounger.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barington?” the woman spoke through the Ring box. “It’s Detective Carter from the NBTA, do you have a minute?”

“NBTA? What the fuck is NBTA doing here?” Rodney whispered.

“I don’t know,” Tammy said, but she was shaking.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barington, we know you’re in there.” The woman spoke, “We have satellite imaging showing two infrared signatures, if you’ll just open the door, we just need to have a little chat.”

Rodney made to reach for the door, Tammy shook her head frantically. “No!” she exclaimed as quietly as she could.

“Why not?” Rodney asked, not nearly as quietly, “It’s not like they got anything on us.”

He went to turn the knob, Tammy tried to say something else, but her voice was so small that it was drowned out by the creaking of the door opening.

“Hello there,” The woman said, smiling when she saw Rodney’s head poke through the door. She flashed her badge. “I’m with the National Beta Tracking Association, do you mind if we step inside?”

“No betas in here, unfortunately” Rodney said easily, “‘fraid you’ve got the wrong house.”

Detective Carter just smiled, “That may be true, just need to do a thorough sweep if you don’t mind.”

Rodney swung the door open, shrugging. Tammy was still shaking.

The three agents stepped into the house, scanning the room, furniture, and decorations.

“Does anyone else live here?” Carter asked.

“Just us,” Rodney said coolly, he wondered why Tammy still hadn’t moved. He locked eyes with her until she finally snapped out of her daze.

“Can I, umm..can I get you anything?” Tammy finally asked.

“Oh, water would be great.” Carter replied, and Tammy scurried off.

Rodney sat back down on his chair, growing a bit impatient and wondering what all of the fuss was about.

“So what’s all this fuss about?” he asked.

Detective Carter sat down on the couch without asking, she didn’t feel she had to. “Just responding to a local tip. Is that, by chance, your truck, out front?”

She nodded to Rodney’s truck outside.

“Yes it is,” he replied.

“The one with the fake bull testicles attached to the trailer hitch?”

“Yea”

“The one with the 8-inch lift?”

“It’s actually 12-inches, but yes.” Rodney corrected, smiling to himself.

“I see,” Carter said, taking out her digital notepad from her jacket pocket, making a few taps. “And when you drive this…vehicle, do you drive it in a way that…limits the amount of smog produced?”

Rodney scoffed at that, “Na, I know what you people think about us gas guzzlers. So I like to throw up as much black smoke as I can when I drive by.”

Carter made no indication of how she felt about that. Just checked a few more boxes on her notepad.

“Do you like to perhaps…rev the engine up? So that it makes a really loud, obnoxious noise? Maybe drive a little faster than necessary just to speed up to a red light?”

“Of course,” Rodney replied, like it was the dumbest question ever, “Gotta let people know how loud my engine is!!”

Tammy came in carrying three glasses of water, they clinked softly from her shaking hands. She gave one to each of the three agents before sitting in her spot on the couch next to the woman. Detective Carter thanked her, sipped the water, turned up her nose, then put it back down on the table. The Baringtons obviously didn’t have a deatomizer installed.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask a series of, admittedly, personal questions. These questions will help determine either of you two’s status as an Alpha or beta. Is that okay?”

“I ain’t no beta.” Rodney said confidently. “I’m an Alpha through and through!!” He smacked his gut to emphasize his point. Tammy said nothing.

Detective Carter smiled, making another note on her tablet. “Then you should have no problem answering my questions honestly so the results can show through.”

Rodney nodded.

Carter pulled out her briefcase, setting it on the coffee table in front of them, undoing the clasps, and popping it open. There was a vast array of instruments inside, but all she pulled out were two tiny white disks. She attached one to Rodney’s neck where the carotid artery ran, and did the same to Tammy. She sat back, smiling again, and proceeded to begin her questioning.

“How did you treat others in school?”

“Like they needed to be treated. I got what I want. I dunno.” He shrugged.

“When was the last time you cried?”

Rodney scoffed at that. “I don’t cry.” He said, pumping himself up, “crying is for sissies!”

Again Agent Carter said nothing, just marked on her pad, “How often do you watch porn?”

“I don’t watch porn.”

It was Agent Carter's turn to scoff, but she quickly fixed her face and continued her evaluation.

“What was your relationship like with your mother?”

The questions went on and on, poking through any and all aspects of both Rodney and Tammy’s personal life. How often did they have sex? Who performed oral sex the most? How often did Rodney last? How often did Tammy reach orgasm?

“Have you ever had to fake an orgasm, Tammy?”

“No! Absolutely not!” Tammy said quickly, maybe a little too quickly.

Carter made a last bit of notes, “And finally, how long is your penis when fully erect, Rodney?”

“7 inches.” Rodney said immediately.

Detective Carter kept a stoic face throughout the entire process, but a slight crook formed in the side of her mouth at that.

“I think I have everything that I need for the diagnostic.” she pressed something on her notepad, waiting for the results. When the tablet made a *ding* sound, she smiled, not looking surprised in the slightest.

“Tammy Barington,” Carter said, “You have been deemed an Alpha.”

Tammy breathed, but didn’t look the slightest bit relieved.

“Rodney Barington,” Carter said, “The program has determined that you are, in fact, a beta.”

The words should have had damning effects. But Rodney just laughed.

“Bullshit.”

“I can assure you that it is not, in fact, 'bullshit', Mr. Barington.” Carter replied smoothly, like she’d repeated this statement many times before, “The program has predicted Alpha/beta genealogy with a 99.9% accuracy rating.”

“Then I’m part of the 0.1%!” Rodney barked.

Detective Carter kept her face static, again like she had had this exact same conversation hundreds—if not, thousands—of times.

“If you would like, we can perform a DNA test. It can determine whether or not your genome contains the ‘beta’ gene.”

“Yes, do that. Cause those questions were bullshit!”

“I’m sure it was the questions…” Carter said condescendingly, pulling out another set of instruments from her briefcase. They were two tiny tubes. “I’m just going to need a drop of blood from each of you.”

The tube had a built-in needle that pricked their finger, drawing the blood inward. She did it to both Rodney and Tammy.

“If the liquid in the tube turns pink, you contain the beta gene. Lack of a beta gene or presence of what we call the ‘Alpha complex’ will result in a blue or black color.”

They watched as Tammy’s tube instantly turned a dark shade of indigo. Rodney’s stayed clear for a long time, he was waiting for it to turn black any second. But instead, a bright, almost fluorescent pink shown through.

“THIS IS EVEN MORE BULLSHIT!” Rodney yelled, turning purple in the face. Floundering around like an adolescent child. “You’re telling me you’re going to believe science?? SCIENCE?? I’M NOT A FUCKING BETA!! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!” he shouted. “Tammy! Tell them!”

He looked over at Tammy expectantly. She had stayed mostly quiet throughout the entire process, only answering questions in quick, soft, one-to-two word answers. She was biting her bottom lip now to keep it from trembling. Her eyes were misty. Watering more now, until finally it all built up and burst out.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried, but she didn’t say it to Rodney, she said it to the agents. “I…might have known he was a beta, but I didn’t want to say anything.”

Detective Carter’s head drooped, like she was about to give bad news. “Are you aware that, under the Omega Act, you are required by law to report any and all suspected beta individuals to the appropriate authorities? That neglecting to report, and harboring a beta, will result in being taken into custody and relocation as well?”

Tammy just nodded, hanging her head.

Rodney felt helpless, he didn’t know what to do, so he did what he was best at, spouting and spewing insults. “You buncha damn Soyers have lost your mind!! I ain’t no fucking beta!! You snowflakes are just mad I don’t fit into your mainstream agenda!”

Detective Carter just smiled again, having not nearly as much sympathy for Rodney as she did Tammy. “The results were clear, Mr. Barington. Not only did you answer almost every question the way a beta would, you lied on most of your answers to make you seem more Alpha.”

“Bullshit! I wasn’t lying!!” Rodney screamed, standing up from the chair and throwing all dignity and caution to the wind.

“You stated you don’t watch porn. Our records indicate that you log on to some form of pornographic website multiple times per day, and your search history is…interesting, to say the least.”

“Fake news!” Rodney spat, “You and I both know that so-called ‘data’ can be fabriculated!!”

“How many inches is your cock, Mr. Barington?” Detective Carter asked again, coldly.

“7 inches,” Rodney repeated, gulping a bit, “on a good day.”

Carter smirked openly this time, not bothering to hide her disbelief. “Show me.”

Rodney gulped again at that, sounding less sure. “Wh-what? Here?”

“Right here. Right now.” Carter said, crossing her arms, “You want tangible evidence? Then pull down your pants and show me this 7 inch cock.”

Rodney looked at Tammy for reassurance, but she was just wiping the tears from her eyes silently.

Rodney didn’t need to prove anything to these stupid field agents, but his pride was on the line. He yanked down his cargo shorts and tighty-whities, exposing his flaccid 2-inch cock.

Detective Carter and even the other agents–who were quiet this whole time–laughed. “That’s it?” she asked patronizingly.

“That’s just cause it ain’t hard,” Rodney replied defensively, “Just you wait!”

He grabbed his dick and used two of his fingers to stroke.

There was an awkward silence by all the onlookers as the only sound was the smacking of skin as Rodney’s balls banged back and forth against his thighs from stroking so furiously.

Rodney was only able to achieve half-mast, a measly 3 inches. “Honey, can you help me out here?” Rodney asked frantically.

Tammy sniffled, reluctantly getting off the couch and coming over to her husband. She grabbed his shrivelled pecker, also using only 2 fingers, and stroked him.

“Your mouth,” Rodney said, “I need your mouth.”

The agents watched the pitiful display. Rodney sweating and blubbering as Tammy dropped to her knees and put Rodney’s semi-flaccid member into her mouth.

If anything, it only further proved their point. A real Alpha would have been hard by now. A real Alpha wouldn’t need to have help. They were ready to go at a moment’s notice.

“Awww, yea. That’s it baby. Get me hard.” Rodney said. It sounded pathetic, even to Tammy. But she was doing her best to get him as big as possible. Both of their livelihoods were on the line.

She slipped a hand behind his ass while she sucked him, hoping the agents didn’t notice. She traced a line down his crack and tickled between his cheeks. She could feel him throbbing on her tongue now.

“There!” Tammy said, plopping his slimy cock out of her mouth. Rodney’s cock head was swollen and purple, poking out and straight forward.

Detective Carter smirked, but didn’t say anything. Instead she went back to her briefcase and pulled out one of those rulers they used in the old days. It was pretty much obsolete now. All one had to do was point their phone at something to get a quick, precise measurement. But the ruler helped make things concrete and tangible. They emphasized to the betas their status, in undeniable terms. Carter placed the ruler against the base of Rodney’s pubic bone. Lining it up parallel to his cock.

“4.25 inches.” Carter announced, without even a trickle of surprise. “A bit far off from 7. So not only is your cock below the 5 inch Alpha to beta threshold, Mr. Barington. You also lied about your penis size. One of, if not THE most defining characteristics of a beta.”

Rodney had nothing else to say. Nothing else he could argue, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

“Take them into custody,” Detective Carter said to the other agents over the shouts of vitriol coming from Rodney.

Both men moved forward, each taking out a pair of handcuffs and turning the Baringtons around.

“Where are you taking us??” Tammy asked, keeping her voice cool as her arms were pulled behind her back and clasped in the cuffs tightly. Rodney tried to put up a fight, but was easily manhandled and detained by the agent.

“You will both be sentenced to a life of reclamations. As you both know, when Texas seceded from the Union in 2055, they reinstituted slavery. When they became a bankrupted Republic the very next year, they were brought back into the Union on the condition that they accept the Omega Act. But slavery was never fully abolished in this state. So betas–and the harborers of betas–will be sentenced to a life of hardship.”

It was too many words for Rodney to comprehend, “What the fuck are you saying?”

“I’m saying the two of you are going to live out your life with a new family, Mr. Barington.” Detective Carter said slowly. “A family you will serve as a household slave.”

                   Chapter 2

Rodney and Tammy were both crammed in the middle seat of the SUV. They didn’t get a chance to grab any of their belongings from home. Didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to their home before they were hauled off.

They’d driven what felt like the same long stretch of highway for hours before finally turning off into a secluded dirt road. Detective Carter dialed a number on her phone.

“Hi. We will be there momentarily.” she said, then just as quickly hung up.

“Who was that?” Tammy had the courage to ask.

“Your new Masters.” Carter replied easily, like she was responding to a question Tammy asked about the weather.

Rodney and Tammy exchanged glances, shifting in their seats and trying to get comfortable in their handcuffs. The rocky road did nothing to ease Rodney’s full bladder. He had been holding it for the last 2 hours.

Finally, they turned down another path where the trees lining either side opened into a large swathe of open land. It looked like a plantation, with a large white house set right in the center. The entire piece of land was surrounded by a high, wrought iron fence.

As they approached the gate, the driver rolled down the window and pressed a button, promptly followed by a buzzing noise that caused the gate to swing open.

The large driveway led to an even larger fountain. Rodney could see two people standing behind it at the entrance to the house, but couldn’t get a clear look at them.

It wasn’t until they maneuvered around the fountain that he got a clear view of them.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Rodney muttered when he saw their complexion. It wasn’t that he hated black people, he wasn’t a racist, he just didn’t trust them, that’s all…

As the car was put in park, the agents stepped out and opened the doors to Rodney and Tammy’s new life. They yanked them out of the vehicle with very little difficulty.

Rodney and Tammy were both shoved forward to their awaiting Masters. Both of them were smiling like they were two parents finally getting their chance at adoption.

“Mr. and Mrs. King,” Detective Carter said, stepping forward and shaking their hands, “Beneath her gaze.” she said.

“Beneath her gaze.” They both repeated in unison.

Detective Carter smiled, “Meet your new slaves! These are the Baringtons. Rodney and Tammy.”

“Hello!” The woman said, her smile gleaming through her mulatto colored face, “I’m Jade, and this is Hakeem. We’re so happy to have you!”

Rodney didn’t know what to say. He didn’t like the implication of someone ‘having’ him. He glared at the man standing next to Jade. Hakeem wasn’t particularly tall. Probably not even 6 feet. He was somewhat fit, but nothing Rodney would deem as an ‘Alpha’ build. Hakeem’s smile wasn’t as warm or welcoming as Jade’s either.

“You will call us Master and Mistress.” he said in a gruff voice. “Is that understood?”

Rodney and Tammy exchanged looks. Rodney certainly wasn’t about to address someone that way, but Tammy answered for them.

“Yes Master,” she said. Rodney tried to glare at her for conceding so easily, but she avoided his gaze, keeping her eyes on the ground.

“Good. Detective Carter, remove their cuffs, they won’t be needing them.” Hakeem said it like a statement rather than a polite question. Carter nodded to the agents, who got to work turning the keys in their handcuffs.

“Now,” Hakeem said once their wrists were freed, “You will both get down on your hands and knees, and come kiss my feet.”

Again, it wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact.

Rodney didn’t even have to look at Tammy for an answer, “Absolutely not.” he said, trying to sound tough, but it came out a little squeakier than he intended.

Hakeem did nothing, just smiled for the first time since they stepped out of the car.

“You are going to learn that I don’t like to repeat myself.” He said, brow furrowing, “Do not make me tell you again.”

Rodney stepped forward, a little more sure of himself this time, he was a bit taller than Hakeem, which gave him a sense of superiority. “Listen here you fucking Soyer! I don’t know who you think you are, but I don’t take orders from you! I ain’t no fucking beta, I’m an ALPHA, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be your mother fucking slave!!”

Rodney was proud of his little speech, inflating himself up to try to enhance his intimidation. But Hakeem just looked at him, amused. Like he was watching an ant try to stand up to him.

“I tell you what,” he said, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. “Since you think you’re some big Alpha male, let’s settle this.”

Rodney gulped, “Wh-whatta you wanna do? You wanna fight or somethin?” he asked, sounding less sure of himself.

Hakeem smiled, “Sure, and if you win, you can go home and go back to your life with your wife. But if you lose, you stay here, and you serve me and my wife.”

Rodney turned that over in his head, as much as he felt like an Alpha after his arousing speech, Hakeem seemed calm and cool, despite not having a size or weight advantage.

“Detective Carter, can I see those cuffs please?” Hakeem said easily.  Carter, who was watching the whole display with a grin on her face, quickly stepped forward and handed a set of handcuffs to Hakeem.

Hakeem took them graciously, smiling as he attached one link to his wrist, then put his hands behind his back, clasping the other cuff tightly.

Rodney was a bit insulted that Hakeem thought so little of him he could beat him with his hands literally tied behind his back, but he wasn’t going to argue. This was going to be an easy opportunity to go back home.

“Do we have an agreement?” Hakeem said, and Rodney nodded. “Detective Carter, if you’ll count us off…”

Carter stepped between the two. Rodney balled his fists up and tried to look intimidating.

“You can do it, Rodney.” Tammy said, though she didn’t sound so sure.

Carter raised her arm, “3…2…1…Begin!”

As soon as her arm fell Rodney rushed forward, going after Hakeem with a flurry of punches aimed at his head. Hakeem easily dodged, ducked, and dipped each of his feeble attempts. He was much faster than Rodney, dancing circles around him tauntingly while Rodney struggled to keep up.

Rodney was getting frustrated from swinging at only air, so he attempted to tackle him, running and lunging forward. But Hakeem easily sidestepped him and threw out a leg instead, causing Rodney to trip and fall flat on his face. The concrete burning the hands he used to catch himself. The agents laughed at the pathetic spectacle, which only infuriated Rodney that much more. He scrambled back to his feet and roared with rage. This time Hakeem didn’t even move. Just stood stockstill with a smile on his face. Rodney took the opportunity to throw punches at Hakeem’s midriff, but it was like hitting the trunk of a tree. Hakeem didn’t even flinch as Rodney continued to hit him with blow after blow. Rodney aimed one at his jaw, but it was like hitting chiseled stone. Hakeem smiled one more time, then with lightning quickness dropped into a crouch, doing a roundhouse sweep of his leg and taking Rodney’s legs out from under him.

Rodney landed so hard on the ground the wind was knocked from his lungs. When his vision recovered, Hakeem’s foot was right in front of him.

“I said, kiss. My. motherfuckin’. FEET!” he roared.

Rodney was whimpering on the ground, still fighting to get air back in his chest. He turned over gruffly, and planted his lips on Hakeem’s boot.

Hakeem snapped his fingers, instructing Tammy to do the same. Tammy’s face was a mixture of disappointment and humility as she strode forward, dropped to her knees, and bent to kiss Hakeem’s other boot.

Once he was satisfied, he kicked Rodney in the chest, showing his displeasure. But as Rodney turned over, there was a large, wet stain in the front of his shorts.

“Did he…piss himself?” Jade asked.

The agents and Masters roared with laughter.

“To think,” Detective Carter said between giggled, “He tried to argue that he wasn’t a beta!”

They continued to laugh at Rodney’s disgrace, even Tammy flushed from secondhand embarrassment.

“Will he piss himself all the time?” Jade asked, like she was asking about a puppy being housebroken.

“I don’t think so,” Carter replied, “But you never know with betas…”

“Nothing a little training can’t fix,” Hakeem said as Carter released him from the cuffs. “Thank you for coming all the way down here, Detective.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Carter smiled smoothly. “Beneath her gaze.”

“Beneath her gaze.” Hakeem repeated. Waving the agents goodbye as they climbed into their vehicle. The SUV crunched down the driveway, stopping before the gate, going through once it opened, and disappearing from sight.

Hakeem turned around, a stoic look on his face. “Both of you inside,” He ordered, “Now.”

******

The house was bigger than either of them had ever seen. The wide open foyer was breathtaking. A brilliantly bright chandelier hung from the ceiling of the 3rd floor. A double-sided staircase flanked the area up to the landing.

“Take off your clothes,” Hakeem growled, “You won’t be needing them.”

Rodney was still sniffling as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants, standing in nothing but his piss-soaked tighty whities. Tammy flushed but didn’t hesitate to pull off her blouse and drop her pants as well.

“All of it.” Hakeem said impatiently.

“Everything.” Jade reiterated.

Rodney watched as his wife unsnapped her bra, her beautiful, perky breasts bouncing as its support was removed. She dropped her panties without a word and stepped out of them, glancing over at Rodney expectantly.

Tammy hated being naked in front of these people, and she knew Rodney was just as offended, but she would rather follow the rules than have him embarrass her again. Or worse…

Luckily, Rodney got the hint, reluctantly pulling down his wet undies and exposing his shriveled, puny penis.

“A beta indeed.” Hakeem and Jade laughed at the pathetic sight. Both of the new slaves stood trembling, naked in the cold mansion.

“Don’t let those nasty undies touch my floor” Jade warned, “Or i’ll make you lick up the mess.”

Rodney tried not to look afraid of her death stare, but he couldn’t keep his legs from shaking.

“Shall we show the slaves where they’ll be staying?” Hakeem asked his wife, taking her under his arm. Jade smiled, crooking her finger, instructing them to follow. They both did so, Rodney a bit more slowly.

As bad as this situation was, at least they would get to stay in a beautiful house. The mansion was absolutely gorgeous. Its lavish proportions and decorations were nothing to scoff at. Tammy was blown away by how…open everything was. There was so much extra space, open floor plans, hardwood and tile that seemed to extend forever. Their house at home seemed so cramped in comparison. Tammy couldn’t imagine how long it would take to clean, and then she realized she would probably be learning firsthand very soon.

But their living quarters weren’t on the first floor, nor the 2nd or 3rd. Instead, they descended the stairs into the dark, clammy basement. It was a stark contrast to the bright, wide living quarters above. The basement was cramped and cold. The fluorescent lights buzzed as they flicked on, illuminating a room full of BDSM equipment. It reminded Rodney of that 50 Shades movie Tammy watched all the time. Except the ‘red’ colors were replaced with nothing but gray concrete.

“This is where you two will sleep,” Hakeem said, kicking the metal grates of two dog kennels. They could hardly fit a labrador comfortably, much less a full grown human. “But first,” Hakeem continued before either of them could even whimper in protest, “We need to address the little…incident…before.”

Rodney gulped.

“I will not tolerate insubordination in this house.” He growled, “The two of you are slaves. You will do whatever we say without question, and you will reply with ‘Yes Master’ every time. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Master.” Tammy said immediately.

Hakeem and Jade both looked at Rodney expectantly. Even Tammy began to shake and glance sideways at her husband, hoping he didn’t disobey again.

Rodney hung his head and sighed, “Y-yes…Master…”

Hakeem smiled. “Good. But we still have to show you what happens if you ever decide to defy us…”

He walked over to a wall riddled with various spanking implements. He ran his hands over the different floggers, straps, and canes. Finally, he selected a long, slender wooden paddle. He lifted it off the wall and spun it in his hand, testing the weight.

Rodney and Tammy both started trembling.

“You deliberately disobeyed me,” Hakeem reminded Rodney. Lifting his chin with the end of the paddle so he was forced to look him in the eye. “And now you will be punished.”

Hakeem smiled again as he removed the paddle from beneath Rodney’s chattering chin, flipped it around, and presented the handle to him.

Everyone, including Jade, looked confused. “Wait, why are you giving the paddle to him?” Jade asked incredulously, “I thought you were going to punish him?”

“I am punishing him.” Hakeem said, still smiling wickedly, “By making him punish his wife!”

Rodney’s stomach dropped.

“Tammy, bend over the bench.” Hakeem snapped, pointing across the room.

Tammy looked back and forth, bewildered. “Y–yes Master…” she said, fear creeping into her voice. But she didn’t dare argue, just strode awkwardly over to the black sawhorse looking thing in the middle of the room. She gave Rodney one last, pitiful look before looking back at Hakeem, dropping her eyes, and bending at the waist over the structure.

Hakeem looked back at Rodney, still naked, holding the paddle in dismay as if it were a venomous snake. Hakeem motioned with his hand, “Please move behind your wife.”

Rodney gulped, taking much smaller steps than Tammy did. Fumbling on his feet as he got to the area where his wife was bent over, with her bare ass on full display.

“Line it up,” Hakeem encouraged him.

Rodney laid the paddle against the buttcheeks, her skin riddled with goosebumps. He looked back at Hakeem and Jade, who both nodded. “You know what to do,” Jade said.

Rodney exhaled as he pulled the paddle back. He closed his eyes at first so that he didn’t have to watch, but figured that was a dangerous move. He didn’t want to hit her in the spine or her legs.

He gave one last look back at his owners, hoping they would reconsider. When they didn’t, he whispered “I’m sorry” to his wife, just before bringing the paddle down against both her cheeks with a sharp THWACK!

Tammy gave a slight ‘mmphh’ in pain, but otherwise took it well.

“That was pathetic!” Jade said, shaking her head. “I’ve seen T-ballers swing harder! Make this next one count or else!”

Rodney was just as scared of Jade as he was Hakeem, even if he didn’t want to show it. He bit his bottom lip as he turned back to his wife. Tammy was staring back at him from her bent position, giving him a look and a nod that told him “Just do it”.

Rodney pulled the paddle back again, and this time brought it back with some real force.

THWACK!

Tammy yelped at that one. Biting her bottom lip now to keep herself from screaming.

“That was better,” Jade said, arms crossed, “But you can still go harder.”

Rodney cursed internally, winding up.

THWACK!

“Ahhhghhh!!!” Tammy hissed, unable to contain it this time. Red splotches were already forming across her ass.

“Again!” Jade called.

THWACK!

“Again!”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Tammy was writhing on the bench. Kicking and flailing her legs, but not daring to move. Rodney felt terrible hurting his wife like this.

“Again!”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“AHHHHH!!!” Tammy was biting her finger to keep from screaming. But she didn’t beg. Didn’t plead to make it stop. Even though Rodney knew she was in great amounts of pain.

Rodney looked pleadingly at Jade and Hakeem. They actually looked sympathetic, like they felt bad for her. But they also had to be firm.

“Again.” Jade muttered.

Tammy whimpered, but said nothing else. But Rodney wasn’t having it. “Please…no!” he begged.

Both his owners eyes went wide at that last word, so he quickly hefted the paddle again before he could disobey more.

“Three more…” Jade said, a hint of mercy in her voice.

Rodney wiped the sweat from his eyes and blinked them into focus. He avoided Tammy’s pained face and focused on the task at hand. He wanted to swing softly, but worried they may not count them, so he did it with the same intensity as before.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Rodney immediately dropped the paddle and went to his wife. She gingerly turned off the bench and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m okay,” she said between shaky breaths, “I’m okay.”

They held each other, naked and on the floor for a bit, before Hakeem finally stepped forward and picked up the paddle.

“Please…Master. She’s had enough!” he begged pathetically.

“Oh this isn’t for her,” Hakeem smiled, tossing the paddle back and forth in his hands expertly. “It’s for you!”

******

“It’s okay baby!” Tammy whispered in Rodney’s ear as Hakeem’s blows rained down. They were much more rhythmic and unrelenting than Rodney’s had been.

Rodney’s hands were chained to the bench. He had been such a wimp that he was trying to cover his cheeks after only 2 hits. Hakeem certainly didn’t like that, so in addition to having him tied up, he had Tammy stuff his mouth with the piss-soaked undies to muffle his incessant squealing.

“You can do it,” Tammy consoled him. Hakeem had allowed her to kneel in front of her pathetic  husband and hold his head in her arms as he cried. “Shh…it’ll all be over soon.” She didn’t want to remind him of what he said before about ‘crying only being for sissies’.

Rodney could swear he was bleeding, but his ass had hardly reached a shade darker than Tammy’s.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Came the blows.

Tammy had to hold him down to keep him from flailing. Rodney screamed through the pissy underwear, blubbering and sniffling pathetically. Hakeem had hardly broken a sweat, and showed little signs of stopping as the onslaught continued.

“Please!!” Tammy begged between smacks. “He can’t take any more! He’s learned his lesson! He’ll be good! I promise!”

Hakeem ignored her, continuing to smack the beta’s ass with the paddle until tears were raining down his face. His cries were high-pitched and pathetic. Tammy couldn’t stand seeing him like this. Not just him being in pain, but how pitiful he was handling it.

She decided to change tactics. She got off of Rodney’s quivering body, and knelt down in front of Hakeem. “Please.” She said, bending down and kissing his feet. “I’ll do anything.”

Hakeem stopped and looked down at her. Smiling at how far she’d come already.

“Kiss him here.” Jade said, pointing to the bulge forming in Hakeem’s pants. They both laughed at the suggestion, but Tammy didn’t. Instead, without hesitation, she lifted herself up on her haunches, leaned over, and planted a big kiss on the fabric over Hakeem’s stiffening member.

“Please…” she begged, looking up at him with narrow, determined eyes. There was no denying she was an alpha, taking control of the situation as best as she could.

Hakeem seemed to respect that, dropping the paddle to the floor. “Unlock him.”

Tammy hurried over to her husband, unbinding his wrists, pulling the sodden undies from his mouth, and taking him in her arms as he collapsed in a heap of tears on the floor, still blubbering like a baby.

“Stand up,” Hakeem ordered. Tammy did so immediately, arms to her side. Rodney took a bit longer. Wiping the snot and tears from his face, only for them to be replaced by more. He clutched his burning backside, while Tammy hardly seemed phased by her own.

Jada brought forth two metallic collars, clasping them around each of their necks. “These will keep you from trying to run away,” she explained. “If you step out of the bounds of the grounds, the collar will shock you, and it’s not gentle either. I don’t suggest you try it.”

The collar was cold and tight, Rodney couldn’t even fit a finger between it and the skin of his neck. He felt his throat strain as he tried to gulp. Tammy stayed reserved and compliant.

“One last thing…” Hakeem said, pulling out another metallic device. “This one’s just for the beta.”

Rodney looked left and right, wondering what it might be, but Jade took it before he could get a good look at it. She handed it to Tammy. “Put it on your husband.” She ordered.

Tammy took the metallic pieces, wondering what they could be. Jade instructed her to take just the ring piece for now.

“You’re going to loop his beta balls through it,” she explained, “and that puny penis too.”

Tammy followed her instructions. Apologizing to Rodney with her eyes as she forced his balls and dick through the ring.

“Now put his pecker through this tube and lock it with this key.”

Suddenly they both understood.

Rodney sniffled as his penis was pressed inside the cage. His pride and ego from before had fully deflated out of him by the time the lock was clasped. Tammy reluctantly handed the key to her Mistress.

Hakeem opened the doors to their dog cages. “Kennel!” He ordered, as if speaking to actual dogs.

Even Tammy felt humiliated as she dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled inside the tiny, cramped living space. Rodney had an even harder time stuffing himself into the one across from her.

“Oh! We need to feed them!” Jade exclaimed, grabbing two dog bowls, filling them with kibble, and placing them inside their kennels. They already had water feeders attached to the sides, similar to what you’d find on a gerbil cage. The doors were closed and secured using a padlock.

“Goodnight, slaves.” Hakeem said once he and his wife reached the base of the stairs. “Tomorrow we start your real training!”

He flicked the lights off so that all the slaves could hear were the sounds of their Masters ascending the stairs, opening the door, slamming it shut, and securing it with a series of even more locks.

“What the fuck was that?” Rodney immediately said to his wife in the darkness.

“I know…” she replied, “that was intense.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he said, his harsh, abrasive demeanor coming back now that Hakeem was gone and he could feel powerful again. “You kissed his dick, Tammy!”

She scoffed, staying silent for a while, shaking her head in disbelief. “I was trying to help you!” She retorted.

“I was fine!”

“You were CRYING like a fucking BABY” she said hotly, sounding more than a little disappointed. “And I got him to stop, you ungrateful asshole!”

“I can handle myself.” Rodney said arrogantly. “If we’re going to manage this situation and find a way out of here, we have to do what I say.”

“The only reason we’re even in this situation is because of YOU.” She said before she could stop herself. She took a sharp intake of breath, like she knew she shouldn’t have said it.

Her words cut Rodney like a knife. “Do you really think I'm a beta?” He asked after a while. “Me? After all we’ve been through?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to. And Rodney didn’t want to have to hear it.

“Whatever. I’m going to find us a way out of here and I’m going to show you how much of an Alpha I really am!” He said haughtily, his voice cracking.

“You heard them,” she said, “if we try to escape they’ll punish us even worse. I don’t think you— or even I—could handle that.”

Rodney tried not to dwell on the fact that she doubted him more than herself. Instead he broached the subject, “You don’t seem to be too miserable here.” He said.

“Of course I am.” She said, but it didn’t sound convincing. They didn’t say another word to each other. The silence hung over them like an oppressor.

Rodney wriggled around in his cage, trying to get comfortable. He took a few sips of water from the metallic tube poking through the bars, but left his ‘food’ untouched. He wasn’t hungry, and he certainly wasn’t hungry enough to eat dog food.

He turned over again and rested his head in his arms. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard a noise coming from Tammy’s cage. A very faint sort of sloshing sound, like someone was stirring macaroni. He couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like she was masturbating.

To Be Continued?