Goldilocks 3

Goldilocks (Male World Order, part 7)

**This story is a work of fiction and all characters, events, and locations described in it are purely fictional. No resemblance or connection to any living or deceased person or real-world event or location is intended.**

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"She can't really be serious about him," Third Beta Albert Norris said to his wife, Julia.

"I'm afraid she is. She said the lad's coming to ask your permission tomorrow," Julia replied, brushing her hair at her vanity.

"A Sixth. Marrying the daughter of a Third!"

"It's not totally unheard of. That Ransom girl married a B7," Julia replied.

"But he was butler to the governor and from a respected family. His father was a First. This Blaine fellow is a sixth from a whole family of Sixths and Sevenths. Below that even. Blaine's got a brother in the dorms." Albert was beginning to fume.

"Blake. His name is Blake, not Blaine. And he, and his brother who lives in the dorms have a pretty successful moving company together."

"Julia, you sound like you're defending this."

"Sophia is 24, and she hasn't had any other offers in years. If it weren't for...," Julia trailed off. Not needing to remind her husband of the incident that got their daughter on the 'Respectable' registry, rather than the 'Estimable,' as was customary for the daughter of a Third Beta.

"You mean if she hadn't put her virtue in question for that son of another B6. She liked them common then and she likes them common now. She's lucky to have come out of it with any reputation at all."

"Arthur Roundtree is a B3 now. Just. Like. You," Julie snapped back. And in a year she'll be 25. An official Spinny. She won't need our permission, so why not give it now?

"She'll need our money still, if she's going to marry a mover."

"Well, she's got to marry someone."

"We'll see," Albert said, formulating a plan in his head. "We'll see."

...

"I know it's unconventional, Sir, but I do believe I can keep Sophia happy and very comfortable, and that is why I am respectfully requesting your and Goody Norris' consent to marry her," Sixth Beta Blake Hutchins wrapped up his little speech. They were in Albert's home office the next afternoon.

"I'm not saying no, boy. Not yet. But I don't know you well, and I'd like to get to know you better before making any decision."

"Daddy, just say yes," Sophia pouted from the other side of the door.

Ignoring her, Albert continued, "Which is why you and I are going to take a little trip together. I trust your brother's restrictions in the public dormitory won't prevent him from looking after the business a few days?" He painted on a bit more disapproval than he intended.

"Oh, no sir, of course not. We've got four employees now so he can handle a few days worth of moves without me."

"Excellent. Meet me here Monday morning, about 7:00. Pack light, for the outdoors."

...

"I'm really trusting you with this, and I know you can do it," Blake said to B8 Trent Hutchins, his brother. The two were sitting at a picnic table outside of Trent's dormitory. Trent was wearing his gauzy white dorm nightshirt, and his body was semi-visible through it under the outdoor lights. It was a bit of a chilly evening, but Blake could not enter the building after official visiting hours.

"If you're sure I can handle it, then I trust you to trust me. I can handle it," Trent replied.

As they were speaking, two dorm residents exited the door and lit up cigarettes. The hem of the nightshirt on the taller one was too high to fully conceal his genitalia.

"I don't know what Julia's dad has in store for me. But I don't think I'll be in contact for a few days."

"It'll be alright, I promise." An alarm chimed and the lights inside the windows went from white to a dim red. "And with that, I should probably be getting some good sleep right about now!," Trent rose and hugged his brother."

...

Blake arrived at the Norris residence to see a rented airpod parked on the front lawn. It was not a technological descendant of the wireless earbuds of the same name, it was a small car-sized helicopter with multiple nearly-silent rotors, used for medium-distance trips.

Third Beta Albert Norris exited the house along with his younger brothers, Second Beta Michael Norris and Second Beta Edmond Norris.

They were 6'5", 6'4" and 6'6", respectively. Each well over 250 pounds, broad shouldered, with big pecs and big biceps and calves like Christmas hams. They were unmistakably brothers, all with dark brown hair and two with matching moustaches.

The blond, 5'10", 155-pound Blake suddenly felt very diminutive.

"Mike, Ed, this is Blaine. He's taken an interest in my little Sophia, so we're gonna see how he fits in the family," Albert explained to his brothers.

The one without the moustache reached out to shake Blake's hand. Blake felt his hand nearly crushed by the gesture. "Pleased to meet you, Blaine, I'm Ed."

"Very good to meet you Second Beta. My name is Blake, not Blaine," he managed to squeak. Ed just squinted at that.

"And I'm Sophia's favorite Uncle Mike," the one with the moustache reached his hand to finish crushing Blake's.

"Pleased to meet you as well, Second Beta!" Blake waited until their attentions were on loading the pod to shake his hand out.

For the duration of their 2-hour flight, the three brothers bantered and barely included Blake at all. He didn't really mind, he was feeling quite nervous around them. He looked out over the endless sea and part of him wished for a watery death rather than facing the next few days with these men.

Sea turned to land, and land grew closer and closer. The pod alit outside a small cabin at the Alpha & Upper Beta Male Campgrounds and Recreation Area in Acadia National Park, Maine.

In the distance, Blake could see other cabins and men strolling along the water or sunning themselves. All nude. He felt even smaller than he did before. Looking around it seemed he had entered a strange country of muscular testosterone-filled men with swinging cocks and hairy chests. He never felt more insecure about his maleness.

An employee of the campgrounds came out of the cabin. Unlike all the other men, around, he was wearing a crisp polo short and khaki shorts, and on his collar the insignia of a B5. In his hand he held some strips of plastic. "Three members and a B6 guest, I understand, gentlemen?" The Fifth addressed the Norris brothers as if Blake were not there.

"That's right," Albert answered.

"Very good. I trust you'll find the cabin in order. I just inspected it myself. Here are your wristbands." The Fifth beta professionally went around neatly affixing white plastic wristbands around the Norris men's left wrists before gruffly grabbing Blake's arm to half-assedly put a bright red one on his. The B5 coolly stared as if Blake had forgotten something when he was done.

"Thank you, Sir." Blake finally said.

"Is there anything else I can do for you gentleman for now?"

"No, we'd just like to get settled in. Thanks so much."

"I sincerely hope you enjoy your time at the Acadia Upper Beta Male Campgrounds." The fifth beta put his fingers into the sign of obedience before strolling off toward his all-terrain golf cart.

Ed and Albert each grabbed a large plastic storage tub from the back of the airpod and Mike lifted out two of the three coolers as if they were giant balloons full of air. He gestured with his head for Blake to carry in the last one. It took nearly all of the professional mover's strength to lift it out of the car. By the time he got it into the cabin, his face was beet red and the veins on his neck were distended.

The men were already naked. No one wore clothes at a male-only area like this when the weather was nice, and for men of that rank, the weather was almost always nice. It was considered prissy to be hot or cold.

The Norris brothers were huge mountains of muscle and hair. Each of the over-50 men had a little bit of a belly obscuring his abs, but the muscles of their chests and arms and thighs rippled with every movement. Their cocks hung like pork tenderloins in a butcher case. Mike had the largest. He was also the only one whose body hair was more auburn than brown/black. Albert had the smallest, but even his would dwarf Blake's when the time came for Blake to strip down.

He suddenly felt that time was now. 'When in Rome,' he thought. He certainly didn't want to seem shy. Whatever they might think about his body, it was far worse to be seen as bashful. He doffed his shirt as the men began packing the fridge with the endless amount of beer bottles they brought. Off came his pants and underpants and finally he was naked.

"That's the spirit, boy. Let's get a look at you." Albert gestured for Blake to come over. The three men surrounded him and looked him up and down. There was neither approval nor disapproval on their faces. Only inquisition.

For his own part, the 28-year-old Blake was not at all scrawny. He had well developed arm and chest muscles and a rippling 8-pack of abs. Compared to these three, though, he seemed tiny. His perfectly average height seemed short. They dwarfed his smallish feet and hands. His small shrimp-like cock over almond-sized balls seemed like an hors-d'oeuvre compared to the meal-sized portions of meat the Norris brothers had. He had a light all-over dusting of blond body hair, but nothing like the pelts worn by the Norris brothers either.

Mike reached out and grazed the back of his hand down Blake's torso, stopping just an inch or so past the edge of his pubic hair. He made eye contact with Ed.

"Let's get down to the water, it's gorgeous out!," Ed said, a broad smile spreading across his formerly expressionless face.

The Norris brothers exited the cabin, and half-jogged down to the water, their flaccid cocks swinging. Behind them Blake ambled on, shocked to discover that his own four-and-half inches were rock hard. He had been too anxious to notice before, but his member had throbbed and bounced during their entire inspection of him, as it bounced its way down to the water's edge now.

"C'mon Blaine," Mike waved for Blake to hurry.

The men applied a combination sunblock/insect repellent to themselves and each other before getting in the water. The formula went on the skin a bright cobalt blue to show where it was applied and became invisible once it was dry and absorbed. Blake spread a generous portion over his torso and arms before working his way down to his legs. Bent over to get his ankles he suddenly felt the large, meaty hands of the youngest Norris brother, Mike, on his back.

"Can't have a delicate thing like you all burnt and bitten!" His hands moved down to Blake's buttocks and massaged deep between them, before reaching between his legs to anoint his genitals with the blue goop. Blake gasped at the contact. "Turn around, let's see."

Blake did as he was told, and Mike looked him over. All four of the men were a deep vivid blue from head to toe as Albert was painting some finishing touches on Ed's ample buttocks. "Looking good, man." Mike winked at Blake.

Blake, quite involuntarily, found himself winking back and smiling. "Thank you, Sir."

"You can call me Second Mike."

"Thank you... Second Mike."

The men spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon swimming and roughhousing in the water. Then Ed, draping a comically small apron over his huge frame, fired up the grill. At the picnic table by the cabin, the men had tuna steaks, crab cakes, and an orzo salad packed for them by Albert's housekeeper. Spinny Sara Inwood. As Albert ate his lunch, he thought of Sara's comfortable but sad little life and of his own daughter's possible futures. Maybe this Blaine fellow wasn't too bad. He seemed a good sport at least.

Mike was finding Blake to be quite a good sport indeed. He and Ed had been rather handsy with the lithe, lean blond all afternoon, careful not to let Albert notice.

"Blaine, if, and it's a big 'if,' I approve this marriage. Where do you intend to live?

"I rent a two-bedroom apartment in Maiden, but my father intends to leave me the family house in Walth.. Waltham," Blake stuttered as Ed began to fondle him beneath the table.

"Waltham," Albert repeated back without a hint of how he felt. "How big is it?"

"It's a four-bedroom split-lev... l... level from the mid-1900s." Ed had begun to stroke him, and Mike was rubbing the insides of his thighs with his foot.

In actuality, the house that was built in 1953 burnt down in 2011, and was rebuilt according to the original blueprints by an avid mid-century enthusiast. Records simply state it was "renovated."

"I'd like to see it, and your apartment."

"Of course, Sir. Of course. Sophia has seen photos, and she says she likes it."

"When did you show my daughter photos without my knowledge?"

"We had afternoon tea together. Goody Norris was present, it was all quite respectable, Sir."

"My wife has been chaperoning you two in town!?"

"Yyyess, SSsssir!" Ed really started going at it under the table, his hand greased up with sunblock he had surreptitiously applied.

"I suppose it's more serious than I thought." Albert's stone face began to soften.

Mike leaned into his brother "Bertie, I believe you like this Blaine kid more than you think," as he jiggled Blake's testicles with his toes.

"And I want to meet this brother of yours too. Why doesn't he live with you?" Albert continued.

"He did sir, but he wanted to be more inde... independent."

"Living in the dorms is independence?"

"It's what's available to him at his rank, Sir." To his surprise, Blake found himself reaching over to grope at Ed's monster of an uncut hog. He peeled back Ed's ample soft foreskin and pinched his glans playfully. Ed jumped a little in his seat and worked at Blake's dick even faster.

"I suppose so. Still I'd like to meet him."

"I'd love to arrange that, Sir. Dinner ne... next week?" Blake tried to retain his composure as he spritzed a load all over Mike's leg.

"Fine. Dinner next week."

"See, bro, I told you you were warming up to little Blainey here." Mike put his arm around Albert and smiled.

Unlike Ed discretely jerking off Blake's mini meat, there was no way for Blake to reciprocate on Ed's eight inches without being noticed by Albert. The two contented themselves with gentle fondling.

"You know, Sir. I'd really be proud to be a part of this family," Blake said.

"Clear the dishes and let me talk to the Second Betas."

"Yes, Sir!" Blake got up to do just that, and Ed knocked a pitcher of iced tea onto Albert to distract him from Blake's bright blue crotch.

...

At Braintree Public Men's Dormitory 42, back in Massachusetts, Blake's brother, Trent, was having his own little adventure. Two employees of the brothers, B9 Chad Witherspoon and B10 Christian Rittenhouse, resided with Trent in the dorm. It seemed while the cat was away, the mice were playing.

"You two need to get to bed!," Trent whispered. Trying not to violate the no-noise-after-lights-out rule. "We've got a big move tomorrow and need to be on the road in six hours!"

The two had been up playing Uno in the smoke lounge and had found a way to gamble on it.

"Don't be so uptight, man, the boss is out of town," Christian smirked.

"I'm the boss too, Chris. I am co-owner of the company and one hundred percent as much your boss as Blake is."

"Yeah, but you're not like a boss-boss. You're one of us. Calm down, we'll get there on time. Wanna play a round?" Christian replied.

"All three of us need to get our sleep, c'mon guys, please?" Trent did not want to fuck up and prove himself unworthy of Blake's trust in him.

"We're just not sleepy yet, Trent," Chad said, leaning back with his tight-cut dorm rat cock curled out of the bottom of his nightshirt acros his upper thigh.

"I think I know what would make us sleepy!," Christian said.

"I think I know, too," said Chad with a smile, as his penis unfurled and stumbled to a standing position.

Trent was not going to let Blake down.

...

Back in Maine, another whispered conversation started in the dark.

"Blainey, hey Blainey, you awake?"

Blake was, in fact, still awake. He had been laying up in the loft over Ed's bed. dreading the next day. His thoughts had also drifted a lot to Ed and Mike. More than he wanted to admit to himself.

He turned around to see two giants were perched on the small ladder up to the loft. Blake was impressed the thing could support their combined weight. Mike climbed over Blake and lay at the back of the loft and Ed stretched himself out on the open side. Blake felt like a slice of meat between two very hearty pieces of bread.

Ed gently rolled Blake onto his back between the two brothers and began tickling his chest as Mike gently rubbed his inner thighs.

"You know Blaine," Mike said "we see you've been working hard to impress your future father-in-law today, but you've done a lot to impress your new Uncles too."

"And of course Albert always listens to his Second-Beta brothers. He values our opinions highly," Ed added.

Blake was feeling a lot of things all at once. He had never considered being with a man before. Certainly not two. Certainly not THESE two behemoths he was wedged between right now. On the other hand, his whole body was tingling and he had never felt such a strange combination of comfort and nervousness in his whole life.

"What can I do to improve the opinions of my uncles?" Blake asked in an even quieter whisper.

"You just relax and we'll think of something," Mike replied, rolling Blake to face him. He leaned in and kissed the curly-haired blond deeply and sweetly.

Blake inhaled the musky sweet sweat of Mike's chest and suddenly the familiar fragrance of sunscreen bloomed in the air. He felt Ed's finger work its way inside him, followed quickly by a second finger. Blake gasped, and Mike buried Blake's face between his huge pecs.

"Shhhh, sshhh. We don't want to wake Bertie," Mike consoled him. He released Blake from his tight grip and tilted his face up to kiss him once more. His tongue filled Blake's mouth.

Blake inhaled sharply and clung to Mike tightly as Ed's cockhead worked its way past his sphincter. He buried his face once again in Mike's broad, hairy chest as Ed's cock drove into him.

Ed began pumping, gently at first. It took some time but Blake relaxed. As Ed fucked him from behind he explored Mike's body and the two kissed and cuddled. Ed thrusted into Blake harder and faster and Mike held him tight to brace him.

Ed's thrusts became even faster and irregular and he started grunting as he unloaded his massive balls into Blake. Ed turned Blake' s head and kissed him as his orgasm subsided.

Blake then felt Ed reach down and pull his knees up to his chest, giving Mike access for his turn. Mike's slight size advantage when soft became a huge difference when erect. It took a great deal of work to drive his nine full and heavy inches into Blake's rectum. Blake was glad Ed had opened him up first.

Mike tried to be gentle, but his control could only last so long before he was driving into Blake. Ed steadied Blake from behind while the boy pressed his face hard against Mike's pecs for comfort. Mike gently held Blake's head against him while driving into him harder and harder.

Mike wrested Blake from Ed's arms and rolled onto his back with Blake astride in the cramped loft space. "Show your uncle what you can do, boy," he ordered, with a huge smile on his face.

Blake began to ride Mike. Unsteady at first, but he soon found his rhythm. A trot soon became a canter and then a gallop. Ed moved closer and put his arm under Mike's neck and rubbed Blake's back and ass with his other hand. Blake rode hard while Mike's eyes rolled back in his head and he struggled to hold in his moans. Then suddenly he put his huge hands around Blake's waist and steadied him as he drove his ejaculation deep into him.