Hey, so I got this chastity cage in the mail the other day. I didn’t order it or anything, but it was perfectly sized to me, and came with a business card for some company called Hierarch Industries. On the back there were written instructions telling me to put the cage on, go to a listed office building, walk into a lobby, and ask for someone called the Pup Trainer. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to see.
Jethro Mason, a thoroughbred city boy and fledgling journalist who’s looking to make a name for himself by following the instincts that have served him so well throughout much of his life is following a lead. His investigation takes him to an officially male-only community in rural Minnesota out by Lake Itasca.
He’s sure there’s something nefarious going on, and knows in his gut that Hierarch Industries is behind it. He’ll certainly find that things aren’t quite what they seem, but whether he cracks open the secrets of Project Ophiuchus is another matter entirely.
One of my friends is getting married soon, so we took it upon ourselves to plan a bachelor party for him. We wanted to celebrate the fact that he was finally getting hitched — to be honest, we were really starting to doubt he ever would — as well as have one last blow-out together as bachelors.
We found this resort. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but it billed itself as “the Last Paradise of Single Men,” and we thought that there would be no better place to go for his bachelor’s party. The airfare was surprisingly cheap, and the per-night rate of the hotel was pretty much a steal. We were all more than happy to go on a party that wouldn’t break our banks.
When we got to the resort, we realized that they hadn’t lied on their webpage. There wasn’t a single woman in sight. Everyone, from the guests that were lounging around in the lobby, to the staff that were assisting new visitors, was male. And every single one looked like a veritable god, wearing tight t-shirts and speedos that showed off their enviable endowments.
Maybe that should have been a warning. A red flag that something wasn’t right here. But we were high on the idea of a great vacation and we checked in without a worry on our minds. Now, I’m not so sure. My friends, they’ve changed, and I’m afraid that I’m next.
Hey, I’ve recently started at a new job. Personal assistant… But you gotta do what you gotta do in this economy.
I have to work in the boss’s office and he has a bit of an issue with control. He’s the one that sets my schedule, the hours that I work, when, how many, and how long my breaks are… At first I thought it was really freaky, but I think I’m starting to appreciate it. I like the structure. The discipline… It’s actually helped me start going to the gym again…
But a small part of me wants him to take even more control… I want him to tell me what to do and how to do it… How to dress… It’s weird… But I want him to tell me what to think, now, too…
So, for some time now, I’ve had a crush on two of my friends. Well, they’re twins, actually, who came here from The Philippines. They’ve been two of my best friends since we were young. They’re cute and fun and outgoing and just… perfect.
They actually wanted to see what Hierarch Industries was about. Like everyone else, I’ve heard rumors of what goes on in there. But after brushing up on what little knowledge is available to the public (you know those Corporate Press Releases and Marketing stunts, etc.), I decided to join them.
I’m hoping this will give me a chance to be with one of them as their Alpha. Maybe if I’m lucky I can be with both of them chuckles one can only hope.
Well, see you after the meeting.
I always wear suits and spend my time in the office doing boring paperwork. I wish there was some adventure in my life… and I hear that you have a way that you can help.
For Christmas, I wish my husband and I wake up with a young hunk that needs two well-off daddies to take care of him… Maybe someone with a nice smile, innocent eyes, and a lot of muscle.
Hello. You are a representative of Hierarch Industries, yes? I have enjoyed your pup training services in the past but I find myself needing more of a guard dog. I have an Omega, but he’s not fit to keep my home secure from other Alphas.
I’m a journalist. Recently, I was tipped that something weird was happening at Hierarch Industries.
The more I pursued the story, the stranger it got. So I’ve decided to get myself into that place, hide until night, and figure some things out. I mean, what could go wrong?
My friend disappeared on me for a couple weeks, actually. He came back acting really cocky and told me about something called Hierarch Industries.
So, what is this and what did it do to him?