"Get out you dumb little brat! I'm gonna teach you a lesson that you won't forget for the rest of your life!"
That was what my Mommy said before she dragged me from the police station by my ear. Got a lot of laughs and wolf whistles from the female cops too, seeing the young fitness model woman dragging a beta boy like me out like that.
Mommy was a physical specimen. Six feet three, with golden blonde straight hair to her shoulders and round glasses that lend to an approachable nerdy look. She always likes to wear outfits that show off her midriff and her abs- right now she had a black tank top that barely contained her massive milky mammaries and an open brown leather jacket with her black jeans and her thick belt across her waist. She's intimidating for me at just five feet and chubby, pudgy.
But then again, Mommy's an Alpha and I'm a beta.
That's our classification, by the way. In our world, there are dominants and submissives. Alphas and Betas. Alphas run the planet, government, arts, everything while the betas are the homemakers and ones taking care of the kids.
Alphas consist of about seventy percent of men and thirty percent of women. Betas, in contrast, are ninety-five percent women and only five percent men. That means there's a big demand for the five percent beta boys for the thirty percent of Alpha women (not including a sizeable portion of bi and gay alphas and betas.)
My name is Desmond. I'm a twenty-eight-year-old beta boy living with Mommy Selena Ash who's an alpha and currently seventy-eight years of age. And it's always Mommy and Daddy- we betas are wah too subby to call otherwise. The average lifespan of humans is around a thousand to two thousand years so both of us are on the younger end of the spectrum.
Alpha women usually only have kids when they're in their six hundreds so I'm kind of an anomaly with Mommy having me at the age of fifty. Especially considering I'm a beta boy to a single alpha mother. That's a rare combination. It happens biologically only when an alpha male mates with an alpha female - and Mommy had me on a one-night stand with my daddy.
Daddy's name's Rob Ashford- Eight hundred and twenty-year-old musician. Mommy hates him. I'd have preferred to be with him right now than Mommy. He's fairly chill, not that much of a disciplinarian and thinks of me like an adult when I'm around him. Thinks that once you're over eighteen, you should be able to go around despite the restrictions, just like the rest of our ancestors on Earth did.
Not mommy. For mommy, I'm a precious fragile twee Lil boy till I'm a hundred or even two hundred years old.
"You were warned not to leave the house alone, boy," she scolded me as she kicked me into the car. "What do you think would happen if one of those old bats find you and take you in? Is that what you want? Being the toilet bitch of a thousand-year-old homeless Alpha skank?"
"Mommy, I can take care of myself!" I bluster. It was a dumb argument. I'm twenty-eight, I have a master's degree in economics and I work remotely for a big corporation and yet I can't date or leave the house alone! Female betas have zero restrictions, they're encouraged to go out and find mates but not me... "I didn't go into the seedy places, I was only on the safe designated path!"
"Then how come I had to pick you up from the police station?" Mommy's growl did not bode well for my ass.
