The Council Meeting

“Thank you so much for helping out, Olivia. Though I must confess I expected your brother here instead of you. I mean, this is Alpha work…” James shook Olivia’s hand, they’d both been working hard at constructing new playsets at a playground in Orphantown.

“Oh don’t worry about it sir, I’m happy to help.” Olivia wiped some sweat off her brow. James laughed.

“No need to call me 'Sir', unless you’re into that” he winked. “James is fine, though I have to question your motives. Trying to show off for some of these young Alphas here?” He gave her a playful elbow in the ribs.

“Oh no Mr. uhmm… James” Olivia caught herself. “I just enjoy helping out. Too many see Orphantown as just a place for an easy score, but if we don’t take care of it and these people, why would they choose to live here?”

James grinned. “That’s true, and there are… compensations” He nodded towards a woman walking by, stopping to offer her thanks, and already being catcalled by the younger Alphas.

“How true.” Olivia smiled. “I think I should go save her from those hooligans.

James laughed. “Somehow, I don’t think saving her is the first thing on your mind.” He watched the young woman sprint up to the MILF, whispering something in her ear that made her blush and nod, leading her away to disappointed calls from the crowd. Surprisingly, even though Olivia was not an Alpha, none of the other Alphas there staked their claim.

“What do you think about Olivia, Bill?” James asked, walking up to one of the young men.

“Aside from her being a fine piece of ass with a very talented mouth?” Bill grinned. Olivia was still her daddy’s property, meaning she couldn’t just be grabbed by any Alpha who fancied a piece of her, but Olivia wasn’t stingy with her charms. Maybe not as promiscuous as some of the boys would have liked, but she had gone out with a few of them.

“I like her. The boys do too.”

“Yeah I noticed how you all dropped out of the competition there.”

Bill shrugged. “Plenty of women here in Orphantown, no need to bust in on Livie when she’s found one willing to munch carpet. Besides, she’s out with us every week, fixing stuff that needs fixing, and helping folks out. You know,” and here he dropped his voice a bit, “like Richie ought to”.

James nodded thoughtfully. “You know Bill, I’d been thinking the same thing.” He slapped the young man on his back. “You’re like the son I never had” Bill grinned.

“Oh I don’t know about that James, I heard Ally’s little baby bump was a boy.”

“It had damn well better be” grumbled James, dramatically rubbing his back. "But what I mean is, we think alike on many things and I’m not getting any younger. Why don’t you come along to the council meeting this evening? See if you like the seat, and maybe in a year or so, it’ll be yours.”

Bill opened and closed his mouth a few times. “You serious?”

“I’ve held that seat for far longer than I should have. But I especially want you to see the vote tonight.”

“Fuck… that’s it’s… eat that pussy!” Olivia groundher pussy into her latest conquest’s face. The MILF she’d picked up at the playground was surprisingly skilled, as well as eager. Not many opportunities for pussy when you were a Local, Olivia mused, moaning as the woman sucked Olivia’s clit. Olivia screamed out as she came all over the woman's face.

“Can I drop you off anywhere?” she asked, after pulling up her panties. The woman looked at her, dazed for a moment.

“Uh… yes… thank you. Could you drop me at my home? My daughter should be home soon.”

“Oh nice, how old is she?” “

Just turned 20” The woman gave an address in Orphantown.

“Think she’d be interested in trying my new strap-on?”

The woman smiled weakly. “I’d say so… yes”

The council was not exactly what Bill expected it would be. No high-backed chairs, or mysterious flowing robes. No eldritch handshakes or solemn vows of fealty and silence. Just twelve Alphas, each informally voted in by their district, in comfortable chairs. Some held a beer, while discussing their town’s affairs. If you’d asked any of them what they thought others might think of this informal arrangement they’d look at you puzzled. “Why should we care what others think? We’re Alphas,” they'd say, and that was all there was to it.

Some of them, like James, had brought in a younger protege to see how things were done. The meeting had already started when they walked in, Father Cavill waving them to a seat.

“I still think we need to run another bus from Orphantown to the university. Poor Al is overworked as it is, the man is nearing fifty and we still expect him to dick down a busload of Orphan co-eds every two hours that didn’t get their dose of Alpha cum.

“First off Ted,” said another Alpha sitting next to him, “I haven’t heard Al complaining. I don’t need to remind you that he all but demanded that route. Besides, we’re comping every single one of his stims. Trust me, he is not hurting. He’s a single Alpha, not like he needs to perform at home. I think he’s just hoping at least one of the girls will get knocked up and give him a son to take over.”

The man took a sip from his scotch before continuing. “Secondly, who’s going to pay for another bus? I remember that the last time our Mayor even floated the idea of raising taxes for some municipal project you marched down to her office and fucked the shit out of her for four hours straight until she publicly screamed - with your dick still in her ass, cum dripping off every inch of her body! - that she’d never raise taxes while she was in office.”

Ted grinned sheepishly. “Well, I mean, nobody likes taxes.”

“So, moving on,” Father Cavill said in a tone that suggested the discussion was over, “the question of Richard Ford.” The room collectively sighed, both Alpha boys that were there to watch almost holding their breath. These were the men that really ran the OZ, their word was law. Each of them Alphas (apart from Cavill) that had earned their stripes; that were respected in the community.

“Richie… what a little scamp” said one of them, the words not exactly matching the thin smile on his face. “I suppose we’ve all been his age once, played our little tricks, hmm?”

“I don’t recall you ever pretending to be an Alpha, Eduardo, but maybe I’m mistaken? This isn’t some boys will be boys vandalism nonsense. He didn’t jump the turnstile at the subway. He didn’t dump a bucket of jizz over his teacher. He faked an Alpha ID.” Tyrone rumbled, keeping a rein on his anger.

“A serious crime to be sure.” Bill turned his head to see the new speaker, Mr. Chen who owned a string of bakeries across town. Famously, or infamously depending who you asked, he started out selling specially glazed donuts in Orphantown and built his empire from there. According to the Locals, there was nothing quite like the combination of Mr. Chen’s Alpha jizz and a donut. “But it is his attitude that concerns me more. Had this been an isolated incident we might just call the boy impatient and make him wait another year to be Alpha. There is precedent for that.”

“Highly unusual, Chao.”

“Yes,” Mr. Chen agreed with Eduardo, “highly unusual. But I think for this case, and even more unusual solution is needed. The boy doesn’t respect what it means to be Alpha. It’s not just that he’s lazy. Plenty of lazy Alphas. It’s not just that he intends to coast on his father’s riches, or even that he skips out on further schooling. It is not unheard of for an Alpha to only become useful later in life.” Some of the other Alpha’s nodded, unhappily. “If we were to punish all of these severely, where would it end? But they at least respect the power they were given. They give respect to other Alphas. Richie doesn’t do that.”

“So what then, he never becomes Alpha? I should think that’s an even worse precedent to set. If people thought we could just revoke privilege, circumvent the laws of this town… chaos would ensue!” Timothy spoke up, placing emphasis on the word chaos.

“I’ve been thinking about that.” Said James, the first time he’d spoken during the meeting, choosing his words carefully. “The law says that the oldest male offspring becomes the new Alpha upon turning 19.” The rest of the Alpha’s looked thoughtfully at James. Of all of them, he knew the most about the intricacies of OZ laws, having enmeshed himself into them after his son preferred being a daughter. “Male, at least as the town charter is concerned, just means a functioning cock and balls, that is, the ability to fuck and impregnate. Thank the goddess that Pearson's perfected their fertility treatments before we had to rule on an Alpha shooting blanks.”

“So what, you’re saying we give the boy a snip?”

“That’s not really up to us” said James. “That’s up to the Alpha of the family.”

“You know as well as I do that we made it illegal for the father of the household to feminize their son before he becomes an Alpha, to prevent Alphas who didn’t want to give up their status from mucking up the system,” said Eduardo, sitting back in his chair, sighing.

“You’re misunderstanding me.” said James, explaining. “I’m saying, Richard isn’t the oldest child, just currently the oldest son. What if someone else, someone who was more in line with what we expect from Alphas, was the oldest 'male'?”

“Ah.” Silence fell for a few moments, as the council members considered setting this new precedent.

“It sounds like we're agreed, then?” The various Alphas nodded. “I’ll talk to the family” said Father Cavill, getting up. “Oh, and I see dessert has arrived.” A number of women entered the room, each kneeling in front of an Alpha, undoing their belts.

"So, what do you think?” asked James, as the girl in front of him engulfed his cock.

“Oohh… fuckk. I mean, yes, heavy stuff”

“We make decisions for the good of the OZ my boy. Hard calls sometimes, but it has to be done”

Bill nodded. “I’ve got a looot to think about. Damn.”

James laughed “Yes, they’re good aren’t they? You’ll be sitting in more during the next year, see what’s what. For now, sit back and enjoy.”