Sneak Peek - The Real Apex - Part 2
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You can thank your fellow commissioner ThickGreenFluff for this 4 Part story. Green wanted to really emulate the Alpha Arrogance we all desire to be pinned under by the heel.
DESCRIPTION:
Green has seated himself as King of the Gym, but he still feels small. He begins his work to spread the influence of his church.
All characters are +18
Enjoy your Sneak Peek into the next part of this amazing story.
The Real Apex
Part 2
Sneak Peek
Green murred in satisfaction as he scrolled through the tablet, absorbing knowledge at an inhumane pace. His aura seeped out of the cracks of the church and bleeding out into the streets. People didn't know why they felt drawn to Apex; it just felt like a gravitational pull. Day by day that aura grew. With little direction besides that pull, it encompassed the entire block in a haze of want.
Not many went in, but the few that did, were assaulted by the smell of sweat, musk, and sex. Though, above it all, was a very distinct aroma that would lead them further in. It was musk, it was a strong body odor, but it wasn't...disgusting? Sure, it should be gross, right? Those are smells that shouldn't turn you on. At least that's what this otter thought when padding in.
There was no receptionist, the lights were inviting and warm, and the lobby was clean...except for the aftermath of someone's romp having destroyed the front desk. The otter was as big as you'd expect an otter to get. He was just under six feet and was packed and toned. He wore a simple tank and athletic shorts, exposing his swimmer's build.
"Hello?" the otter asked at the front desk.
Immediately the otter felt like he was being watched. It was like a specter or unseen force was bearing down on him. He turned his head to stare at the wall. It was like there were two high-beams focused on him, burning his skin with their gaze. He could feel that presence...in his mind, there were two purple orbs glaring at him with waning interest. That gaze was so intense, so potent, that he could hardly think, and yet it slipped off him.
Come, a deep voice rumbled in his mind.
It wasn't heard, it was implied. This presence wanted him to present himself, and he didn't realize he was walking until he hit the wall. The otter shuddered, the wall was cold, but that command was so warm. The otter was panting, his shorts tented, his claws digging into the wall as his spine tingled and his tail twitched. It took everything in him not to try and drill a glory hole into the wall right then and there, but the otter snapped out of his lusty haze just long enough to realize the wall wasn't what he wanted, but rather what was around it. He could feel those eyes roll, looking down on him with disdain at his idiocy.
It made him even harder.
He slid his body against the wall, not wanting to be further from that presence than he needed to. There were several claw marks against the wall, as though he weren't the first to do this. He slipped past an archway into a locker room. The doors had been ripped off their hinges...or knocked down? It didn't matter. All were welcome to prostrate themselves before their new master and lord.
The otter padded forward, his body feeling warm, sweat glistening on his brow and lip. He started to disrobe, his body fully naked as he came into a spa. It looked like it used to be for massages and reserved for members, but now, the tables and mats had been put on the floor beneath a behemoth of a creature. The otter moaned, his dick blasting as he took in the image of his desires.
He was bi, but no pussy, ass, tits, or hourglass figure could compare to the perfection lounging before him. Green sat there, just as before, his head propped up on his fist, his elbow digging into a massage table where a rhino was pinned. The giant drox didn't seem to notice, or at least pay him any mind as he scrolled on his tablet. Between his manspread legs were three massive bodybuilders...or at least they may have been if not compared to the paragon of man before him. The three looked like three little twinks fighting over a boner.
"H-H-Hello..." the otter stammered out.
"Come forward," Green commanded. The otter walked forward and fell to his knees without being prompted. Green smiled, he could feel how his aura oppressed this shrimp. The weight of his presence was too much for him. He couldn't even begin to worship him correctly.
"I-I-I'm...I mean...my name is..."
"Your name isn't important," Green stated. And just like that, the otter forgot his name. He didn't need it, he would never need it. It wasn't important to Green, so it wasn't worth holding onto.
"What do you offer me, tinny?" Green set his tablet down and looked at the otter with a tired look, but a cocky grin slowly spread across his muzzle. "You're too weak to stand in my presence. These three work tirelessly to be strong enough to stand and serve. Tell me, what good are you if you can't even lick my toes?"
The otter was already shooting blanks, his dick a sperm-soaked mess. All his masculinity was shot out of his dick, the cock shrinking away as it was fully offered to the Big Green. Green rumbled as he felt his dick thicken a little, a drop in the bucket with such a tiny little pecker.
"Even your dick is worthless," Green chuckled and sneered. "I'll put it to better use."
The otter's dick vanished, his nethers nothing but a button the size of a pencil eraser and a deflated sack.
"Why am I here?" the otter asked.
"Here? As in on your knees in this room, or here as in the grand here: the purpose of life?"
"B-B-Both?" the otter managed to get out.
"The answer is the same for both. To worship me," Green flexed his arm, the otter managing to shoot a little cum bubble. The otter felt the weight of the world get heavier as his muscles shrank, his body becoming weaker. He was still a very attractive man, but he was worthless to Green as he was.
"But...what do you do for us? My God...please...what do you grant us through our devotion?"
"Grant you?" Green scoffed. "I don't care what you get out of it. Fairly sure you don't get jack-shit! You're just some worm that wriggled his way into my throne room. Now, come over here."
The otter obeyed. He crawled like the insect he was to Green's foot, kissing it as he crept closer, looking up at his god with glittering, tear-filled eyes. Green gripped the otter by his scruff and lifted him up to get a good look at him, the drox's violet eyes burrowing deep into that otter's soul.
A deep rumble made the room shake. It was Green's gut.
"I honestly don't need another doormat," Green licked his lips. "And I'm hungry."
"I can buy you food..." the otter muttered, his eyes glazed over in pleasure.
"I don't need dead meat, you stupid fuck flesh," Green opened his muzzle, drool glistening between his teeth as he opened it wide and slowly started to lower the otter into his mouth feet first.