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."
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"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."
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"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."
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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.
