The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. 

In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. 

He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. 

That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him.

All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. 

That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. 

Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. 

The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. 

He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch.
 
Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small.


This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)

Maxwell had no idea what he was doing. 


That was an exaggeration. He knew what he was doing. He was just worried that he was going to do a piss poor job. That was one of the problems with dating and loving someone who had experience. Even if Andrew said that he was fine with anything that Maxwell did, (within reason) that didn't mean that Maxwell felt the same way. 


Four men. Four men had felt this fucking warm heat around them and had cum immediately? Maxwell could understand it. He was trying his best to not show it, but he was so fucking close. 


So damn close to just shooting his load inside of this warm, wet grip around his cock that he couldn't believe it. Andrew felt this every time that they had sex and he didn't cum in a heartbeat? 


Incredible self control, honestly. Maxwell didn't even realise he would gain more respect for the man simply by being inside of him, but fuck. Maxwell thought he had it hard sometimes, but this? 


Chapter 395 - Taking it like a champ (m)