The Alpha Island

Warning: age difference, hardcore themes. All characters are 18+.

Summer of 2110

Luke's father wasn't very happy when he announced he wanted to be a service boy for the military force, but the decision wasn't very surprising. Contrary to his older brother, Luke had always been a docile, feminine son.

So at eighteen years old, Luke packed his things into a small pink bag, hugged his parents and his brother, and took the bullet train to the Alpha Island. He had only seen images of the mysterious land in government ads, but what attracted him wasn't the place, but the men who lived there.

The Alpha Island was a highly secure military facility, home to the advanced force of the independent city of Los Angeles. It had been built in the middle of the 21st century, after the nuclear civil war. It was home to the most powerful iron dome in the world, safeguarding the ultra-liberal state.

The advanced force of the island was formed by ten thousand men, the infamous Alpha Tops: a group of genetically designed super humans, their bodies enhanced by hormones, their training focused on physical and mental strength, they were some of the most masculine creatures to ever exist.

They were usually in their thirties once they reached full potential, at seven feet tall, their structure a mountain of muscle and solid fat, their skin a red sunburn from extensive hours of training, and every inch of their bodies was hairy, except their bald heads and their masculine faces, complimented by a thick trimmed beard. Their hands and arms were veined threats, capable of carrying ridiculous amounts of weight, and their legs were muscular tree trunks designed to sustain heavy weapons.

Because of their rigorous training, Alpha Tops were not allowed outside of the island except with authorization from the government. They were not allowed around females, as those were considered a mental and emotional distraction from military duties, which resulted in loads of sexual aggression. In fact, the Alpha Island had never seen a female in decades.

To replace female duties, the domestic work was performed by service boys: young men with homosexual tendencies, who were encouraged to volunteer and dedicate their lives serving the military. The service boys were trained and enhanced to fit their role in the new world: their bodies became more feminine, their skin smoother, their brains were adapted for docile behavior, and they specialized in extensive domestic work and medicinal support.

But the most infamous duty of service boys was anal work, a policy that raised ethical questions and contentious debate among citizens. Because of high levels of testosterone in the bodies of Alpha Tops, they had a strong sexual appetite, and needed to channel that energy somehow. The use of female prostitutes was out-of-question, and the government had tried to implement sex robots, but they weren't effective.

Alpha Tops had a natural inclination to dominate and fuck weaker human flesh, and the lack of sexual intercourse drove them insane. Therefore, the most convenient and resourceful option was making use of service boys. Initially, there were loads of reluctance coming from both parties, especially from Alpha Tops, as the vast majority were straight men. But soon enough, the men learned the pleasures of stretching boy holes.

To make Alphas happier with the arrangement, service boys were required to take an extra dose of feminine hormones that gave them small breast tissue and the soft skin texture of females, and also reduced the size of their genitals. The boys were also required to eat a strict vegan diet, and were trained in special courses regarding sexual servitude.

One big problem emerged: the genetic code of Alpha Tops, as well as the use of masculine hormones, gave them enormous penises and testicles. That was common knowledge in the city: the average Alpha Top's penis had 10 inches of length, 8 inches of circumference, and their testicles were the size of goose eggs. To accommodate such large sizes, service boys were required to inhale an advanced drug that relaxed their muscles before penetration. Being fully impaled by an Alpha penis was an incredible yet achievable feat.

Luke was rather excited to start his new life. He knew that being a service boy was not something you could give up. Once you applied, passed every rigorous test, and were recruited, there was no turning back. His body, his mind, and his experiences would be changed forever, and that gave him a warm burning sensation. Being a service boy for real men was all he had dreamed of. His average penis twitched in his briefs just thinking about it.

He arrived in the afternoon, alongside twenty other young men who had recently turned eighteen years old, and they had many things in common: they had short to average heights, feminine-looking with slim bodies and good skin, and their bone structure was robust enough for domestic work, but most of all, they could not wait to start their brand new lives, leaving the chaotic world of the city behind. In the island, they would be guided and protected by the strongest men on earth.

The Alpha Island had the appearance of a paradise. Its bright sands extended from crystalline blue waters to tall trees in the forest, where a group of modern tall buildings stood firm. The sky was a deep blue and the white sun burned through the middle, giving nature a dream-like energy. All was peaceful and quiet, except for the distant shouts of military training coming from the distance.

The service boy facility was located in a smaller building neighboring the Alpha Village. It was connected to the restaurant and the pools in the back, so boys were always nearby to serve the men's needs. Luke and the other new boys were taken to that building, in a large bus driven by a sturdy Alpha Top in his thirties, who looked at them and smirked, when he noticed the boys staring at his huge muscular body in complete awe.

He wore khaki military pants and boots, and a white tank top that barely fit his bulging torso. He had a silver dog tag on his neck, and some badass scars over his hairy arms and bearded face. The outfit and the look were very common among Alpha Tops, and sometimes, when not on duty, they changed to cargo shorts and leather flip flops.

The service boy facility contained a wide hall with modern silver furniture, and a circular corridor that gave way to several different training rooms, all on the ground floor, and a couple of wide stairs that connected to the dormitories. Luke and his colleagues were welcomed by Officer Mike, a towering burly man in his forties, with deep blue eyes and an imposing expression.

All the boys gasped at his natural authority and his commanding deep voice. Officer Mike had manly scars of war that showed he was a very experienced man, and Luke could not help but notice a large bulge beneath his military pants, and that made him feel all weak in the knees. The officer stood in front of the fresh young men, and introduced them to all the different rooms in the building, and explained they would go through a period of thirty days of intense training and hormone therapy before they were able to serve Alpha Tops.

A group of senior service boys were called, their frames feminine and their skins glowing, and they were expected to introduce the new boys to their bedrooms, and guide them through their initial training. During that first afternoon, Luke and the other beginners were told to walk into the shower rooms, undress completely, their slim pale bodies exposed against the bright tiles, and take a steaming burning-hot shower.

Then they were taught how to apply hair removal cream to every inch of their bodies except their heads. The cream was an advanced product designed to kill the hair at the root, and repetitive daily use would leave their bodies permanently hairless. After applying an extra layer of product between his butt cheeks, and over his genitals, Luke waited for the process to take place. Then he was instructed to take another steaming shower, this time even more thorough with antibacterial soap.

Then he was told to walk completely naked down the corridor, and into the medicinal room. There he was offered a series of pills and injections from senior service boys. All servants were expected to take those drugs daily, some of them twice a day. Luke was told what each pill and each injection meant. Some were vitamins and light supplements, others were overall cosmetic procedures, but most were feminine hormones that would alter his body. He felt a little nervous, but he knew he had signed multiple contracts authorizing every drug during the selection process.

In the evening, the boys were required to wear the common service boy uniform - pink short shorts and a white shirt - and then walked to the refectory to be served a good portion of vegan food: tofu, lentils, broccoli, almonds and a variety of salads; the dessert was a combination of fruits rich in fiber, like raspberries, strawberries, pears and bananas. The young men took that moment of communion to share tips on training techniques, and exchanged info on the best Alpha Tops of the island.

The room was filled with slim twinks of all hair colors. The senior servants were more feminized, with small breasts and perfectly smooth, glowing skin, while the younger ones were more aggressive and eager to learn how to behave. Being a slim blond twink himself, Luke felt at home among his new peers, and slept well that night in the dormitory, partly because of the drugs.

The next day, Luke was awakened by a soft alarm and quickly stood up. After eating his breakfast, his daily hormones and vitamins, and applying another good portion of hair removal cream to his body, he was instructed to enter the brainwash room, a wide dark room with pillowy walls, small pink chairs and large headsets descending from the ceiling.

Officer Mike waited there for the new service boys, and explained how to use the equipment. The imposing Alpha walked in front of the trembling young men, offering a psychedelic meant to be placed on their tongues. Those were made to enhance their senses and open their minds, he explained. Then he instructed them to sit down on a pink chair, and put on the headsets.

Luke did as he was told, the large headsets enveloping his ears, and covering his eyes with an attached immersive screen of virtual reality. The screen lit up with a tutorial on how to adjust his headset and his seat. It turned out his chair had a compartment from which a small hook came from. That was the moment Luke finally realized his short shorts had a small opening in the back, which exposed his little pink pucker. The hook self-lubricated and entered his hole in a swift movement, warming-up against his prostate.

Luke gasped and tried to relax his muscles the best he could. The little hook seemed to adjust to a perfect hot temperature, and it knew exactly where his prostate was located, because it pressed against it and started vibrating in waves that sent shivers through his body.

He moaned openly, alongside his beginner peers, and the immersion began: a low hum turned into a deep bass filling his ears, creating hypnotic waves of sound that seemed to match the vibration in his prostate; then vulgar images of large Alpha Top penises flashed in front of his eyes, large veined members in high definition, incredibly long and thick, some curved, some pointing upward, some quite hairy... and then images of fat low-hanging testicles the size of goose eggs... and then large biceps, thick hairy thighs, big strong hands, long masculine feet, hairy armpits, large hairy buttocks...

His mind was bombarded by thousands of flashing images of vulgar masculinity, as the deep bass became louder and stronger, and the warm hook stimulated his prostate incessantly. The psychedelic began its effect, enhancing his senses to a high degree, and suddenly he was falling into a deep trance of pornographic lust. His poor penis twitched desperately in his pants, and he felt closer and closer to orgasm from the anal stimulation alone. In the back of his head, he heard the voice of Officer Mike telling the boys to get comfortable and not worry about creaming their pants.

That day, Luke and his buddies were submitted to a full two-hour brainwash session, and by the end of it, their pink shorts were indeed soaking wet, their mouths drooling in awe, and their minds completely wrecked by vulgar images of Alpha Top bodies. That night, as Luke lay in bed, he could still see the flashing images in the back of his head, and his penis wouldn't stop twitching to what he had seen. He fell asleep slowly and had many dreams of large cocks and heavy testicles.

Day after day, week after week, Luke participated in various classes regarding domestic work, medicinal treatments, Alpha Top life and how to attend their every need, and several other miscellaneous activities in the Alpha Island. He learned how to cook, clean, wash and iron. He learned massage techniques for each body part, especially for the feet. He learned to behave respectfully in front of Alpha Tops. And he learned how to take care of their bodies in sexual servitude, and what techniques could be used to pleasure real men - oral work, anal work and body worship.

As the weeks passed, Luke's body was changing rapidly. The advanced hormones were transforming his skin into a soft peach, his penis and testicles became smaller, his overall mood was more docile, and he began to feel his breast tissue start to develop, his nipples turning into highly sensitive spots. He barely saw any Alpha Top inside of that building, but Officer Mike appeared once in a while to inspect their progress, and every time he did, Luke twitched harder to the sight of that masculine mountain of a man. The extensive brainwash sessions were working, instigating a desperate need to serve and submit.

After a month of intense training and chemical emasculation, the special day had finally begun. It was a sunny Sunday, and the new service boys were asked to go through a meticulous session of cleaning and waxing of their bodies. They were also instructed to perform a full enema in the bathroom, since loads of butt fucking would be taking place soon, and they would loose their anal virginity to Alpha penises - the true virginity.

Luke trembled as the warm water came out of his body, a mixture of fear and excitement. His body had never been softer and more feminine, his small breasts incredibly sensitive, his penis and marbles a small and soft embellishment, and his mind eager to please in every way possible. He wore a pink mini skirt and a white crop top - the clothes of initiation, and followed Officer Mike alongside the other boys, walking out under the burning sun, toward the beach.

As they approached the bright blue waters, their feet burning on the white sand, they saw a large group of Alpha Tops training in the distance - around fifty of them - huge mountains of muscle, fat and hair, lifting weights, doing pushups and stretching exercises, and throwing balls left and right. When Luke noticed they were walking toward the Alpha crowd, his heart beat faster and faster, and his penis started twitching desperately.

Officer Mike announced the Alpha Tops were doing a simple afternoon training session before the initiation, something to get their bodies pumped and ready for lots of sexual exercise, and he winked when he said that. He told the boys not to worry too much, as they would be taking advanced fumes to relax their puckers for the fucking, and afterward, they would be directed into the medicinal facility for anal regeneration, a process of injections that made loose holes go back to normal.

As soon as the military men saw the little group of fresh service boys marching toward them, they whistled and let out sounds of approval, grinning and throwing suggestive comments at each other. A few of them were already removing their cargo shorts, and exposing their large pendulous dongs. The boys stood shyly in front of the intimidating manly beasts, their entire bodies trembling of tremendous sexual fear and anticipation.

Luke could not believe their sizes. The Alpha Tops stood at an average height of seven feet, their bodies a concentration of muscular power and healthy fat, their skin red and glowing with sweat, every inch below the neck covered in a thick layer of hair, their immense bulges throbbing, their veiny hands and veiny feet just as impressive as the rest. They were also handsome, more attractive than Luke had expected, with attractive manly noses, glinting blue or green eyes, and thick trimmed beards.

Officer Mike called their attention, and his deep voice resonated among them, announcing a new batch of virgin service boys. Following the common presentation, he listed the procedures they had been through, the training they had endured, and the simple etiquette Alpha Tops were expected to show around them: do whatever you want, as long as you don't hurt them permanently. The aggressive men grinned at that, and their impressively thick dongs came out of their shorts.

Officer Mike explained to the boys that the group of men they saw in front of them were a selected bunch, the strongest and most competent in the island, a selection of dedicated officers, and part of their reward was taking away anal virginities. After that, the service boys were instructed to perform the servitude oath, a collection of sentences that described their complete dedication to serve the men before them.

And then they were told to grab one little bottle of advanced fumes each, and inhale the best they could. Luke felt a strong rush take hold of his body, his heart racing faster, and his muscles relaxing rapidly. The fumes were in effect, leaving him inebriated and even more excited to let loose.

Then Officer Mike announced that, as the instructor of the entire process, he was allowed to choose the first service boy and take his virginity himself. Luke felt his heart race. The man he had secretly desired and dreamed of for the last thirty days walked in front of them, his masculine eyes inspecting their faces, their bodies and their energies. He was looking for the best of the bunch, or perhaps the most eager and docile, or the one with the best bubble butt. Luke wasn't sure, but he hoped with all his heart that he would be picked.

Officer Mike stood in front of Luke. In one swift motion, he unzipped and took out his monster cock, a veined beast of throbbing aggression, accompanied by two large goose eggs glowing in the sunlight. Luke's mouth opened in awe, and he almost drooled. The masculine scent hit his face like a hypnotic wave, and he let out a moan. Officer Mike grinned down at him, and asked if he could handle it. Luke answered yes, three times yes, sir, I can handle it.

The group of Alpha Tops let out shouts of victory, and walked toward the small service boys, a wave of sweaty, masculine scents enveloping their soft feminine flesh. They were taken one by one: some by one Alpha, others by a group of Alphas, and the rough anal fucking began right there, on the ground. Luke was in the middle of the debauchery, lying on top of Officer Mike's huge naked body, the enormous schlong invading his pucker and stretching his hole beyond limits, in long energetic strokes.

The beach echoed with sounds of bodies clapping, men roaring in pleasure, and boys moaning desperately. Each boy was fucked in different positions. Each hole was stretched by a large number of schlongs. Each twink body was manhandled over and over, to the point of sexual exhaustion.

Luke felt a mixture of excitement and sexual despair. He knew it would be rough, but he had no idea how intense it would all feel. It was as if his body was being stretched out from all angles. As his hole was ravaged again and again by the largest penises in the world, he could not help but feel right at home.