IN KITCHEN

I followed my father to the kitchen, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The kitchen door slid open, revealing a sight that was both shocking and surreal.

David, Derek, Daniel, and Damon were all there, completely naked. They moved with practiced grace, their bodies a testament to years of disciplined conditioning. Their penises danced slightly as they moved, and their buttocks bubbled up and down as they worked. The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of a lavish breakfast being

[prepared.

As

](http://prepared.As) soon as they noticed me, they stopped what they were doing and turned to face me. In unison, they knelt on the floor, their eyes lowered in deference. One by one, they kissed my shoes, then leaned forward to kiss and smell my clothed groin, a gesture of absolute submission and respect.

"Welcome home, Alpha Dean," they chorused, their voices a harmonious blend of reverence and affection.

I felt a rush of emotions – pride, power, and an odd sense of sadness. These were my brothers, and now they were my Subs. I reached out and gently lifted David's chin, making him look up at me. "It's good to see you all," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my emotions threatened to betray me.

"It's an honor to serve you, Alpha Dean," David replied, his eyes filled with a mix of respect and brotherly love.

Their unwavering loyalty was both comforting and unsettling. They had willingly embraced their roles as Subs, bound by tradition and family honor. But beneath their obedience, I sensed a deep bond of brotherhood, one that transcended our new dynamic.

Despite the weight of my newfound authority, I couldn't shake the feeling of sadness at the distance this hierarchy had created between us. They were not just Subs; they were my brothers, and I couldn't help but wonder how this new dynamic would change our relationship forever.