Latitude cN Demo

The presentation proper was fairly short compared to several Alasdair and Martina sat through in the past. Unlike those product overviews, Alasdair thought Jun-Ho's animated style really made known his support for the Latitude cN. His passion alone advertised the capabilities of the virtual reality device. While shifting through the slides, the showman described the Latitude cN in brief detail before taking the time outlining its benefits for the alpha male consumer. Dr Prince interposed here and there, citing academic references supporting Jun-Ho's claims.

Embarrassingly, Alasdair tuned into these segments solely because of apotheosizing the manly doctor. For the most part, the top dog's mental departure occurred a minute or two Jun-Ho started his spiel. He more than enjoyed his periodic glances at Keary, making her squirm under his intimidating eye.

"…as you can see while a significant number of hyper-masculine behaviours, often noted with the alpha male, arise from emotional suppression of self-emasculation psychological desires, the process of internalising norms and societal ideologies have always favoured the traditional aggressive, misogynistic, and homophobic patriarchal models," said Jun-Ho as the presentation finished.

"While change will happen in time, time alone cannot abate the mental hardships that exacerbates the toxic behaviours in the alpha male. The Latitude cN provides these men an avenue to explore their suppressed desires, creating a safe space for deconstructing their notion of manhood. Becoming better people. Better men.

"inSite's remarkable history in international digital marketing excelled where other businesses failed. We need the best of the best in convincing our demographic of the importance of our product, when the patriarchy says otherwise. We would be delighted if your company would take on this opportunity to test and create promotional materials for the Latitude cN because no matter what we say, the opinions of a sales' rep is nothing compared to that of the consumer."

Though focused on both Alasdair and Martina, the top dog knew Jun-Ho's trained his last statement towards him. He grimaced at the mere implication he possessed sissification desires, but before he could vocalise, Jun-Ho took his seat at the front of the room, placing the black crown of the virtual device on his head. The prongs fastened onto his temple, stationed there for a few seconds before putting him in an induced sleep. Instantly, Jun-Ho appeared on the television screen, his digital presence located in a blank white space.

Martina and Alasdair looked in wonder as Jun-Ho chuckled.

"I can't see you Ms Washington and Alis, but usually this is the point where your jaws would drop in awe. May you confirm, Dr Prince?"

Warren smiled.

"Yes, June. They're intrigued."

"Good, that means I really have their attention."

A dark, digital template appeared before Jun-Ho. He spoke while shifting through an extensive list of various filenames.

"Research shown that society often characterise men by their actions rather than passive attributes. Put simply, we do not assume men to be men, they must prove it. This is why being charismatic, intelligent, strong and suave are traits men must exaggerate, sometimes to the point of arrogance, to show their alpha nature. However, one specific aspect of masculinity that epitomises this is—"

Jun-Ho selected a file—BDSM_Audience_8004322032—converting his surroundings into an auditorium filled with various women. His clothing digitised off his brawny, cut form, leaving him stark naked barring a somewhat sizable pixelated square covering his dick and ass. He flashed a smile at both his digital and real audience.

"—our sexuality."

Despite her composed figure, it went without saying that Martina ogled Jun-Ho. Begrudgingly, Alasdair observed her eyes studying each detail of his sculpted musculature, all striated and vascular from his broad chest to his thick calves. The body of the European Asian did impress Alasdair. While his own husky muscular frame was nothing to scoff at, Jun-Ho's exhibited a fine-tuned dedication that spoke to his physical skill.

Too fined-tuned, thought Alasdair, his eyes centred on his censored package.

Jun-Ho ambled on the way to a large, shapely woman, kissing her on her palm, before surrendering his body. Her thick, yet effeminate fingers glided down his pectorals, tapping away at his abdominals before resting on top of his groin. Her other hands wandered his broad back, her middle and index digits mincing with deliberation before teasing above his ass. A soft moan left Jun-Ho when she pinched his cheeks. She smirked, taking hold of his cock before strutting over to a black slipper chair. Upon sitting, she snapped her fingers at the hardy ARK representative, who quickly nodded before putting himself on all fours over his mistress' lap. Exhilarated cries escaped his digital spectators while interested silence encapsulated his real ones.

"A man's sexuality," began Jun-Ho, his voice now uncharacteristically gruff and rasp, "is a marker of either determination or pusillanimity. A non-complex test defined as our rite-of-passage. We consider a virginal man inactive and weak, while we consider a sexual man active and strong. So simple it is easy to control, thus we have found that exploration of the alpha male's hidden desires targets their sexuality first before venturing into other masculine values."

Alasdair sat at the edge of his chair; his eyes unmoving from the screen. He wondered if Jun-Ho shared his interest in thick, full-figured women, noting some significant extension behind the pixelated bars while the dominant female tapped along his firm buttocks. The woman, dressed in a long sleeve, grey backless mini dress that clasped at her rounded, plump ass and well-fleshed cleavage, massaged and stroked Jun-Ho's hips and thighs, periodically pressing her breasts against him. Her soft giggles flushed Alasdair's cheeks while he watched her knead her bosom on Jun-Ho's back. The top dog leaned forward and crossed his legs, his own rising cock extending at the sensual imagery playing before him.

He peeked at Martina and Warren. Both their attentions remained directed at the screen. He wondered if they understood this was pornography. But did he really care? His dick said otherwise. Seeing a powerful man, like himself, submit to his dream woman aroused him. Before he could return his attention to the television, he noticed a shift in his peripheral vision. To his shock, Keary's eyes were on him. How long had she been looking? They bore no emotion or thought, quickly turning away when she realised he caught her.

Before the show even started, Warren spoke.

"Rising problem June."

Martina looked confused, but Alasdair immediately knew what the representative meant. The screen darkened at Warren's words, jolting Jun-Ho from the simulation. With a swiftness, the Asian man shifted his chair to the desk, using his large palms to hide the measurable tent thrusting out from his tan slacks. Alasdair's erection twitched and swelled at the sight, with **** accepting that the virtual representation of the ARK rep might, just might, be isometric with his real form. In all respects.

"Apologies," spoke Jun-Ho shyly, his bravado somewhat staggered. "I got caught up in the demonstration. That is all we have to offer. Are there any questions?"

He gave a slick smile to Alasdair, who did not return the favour. Not that he would have in any circumstance, but now he preoccupied himself with drawing comfort for his straining cock, modestly tenting his own pants.

A smiling Martina clapped, invoking the same from Warren and Keary, before the top dog joined, not willing to compound the awkwardness he felt.

"I do not have questions. This…well, this was more than I expected," said Martina. "Any concerns, Mr Myers?"

Alasdair nodded, clearing his throat before making direct eye contact with Jun-Ho. The European Asian smirked, the refectory period of his boldness already elapsed.

"Actually, I do."