Stories of Tie Up Games

Hello everyone, here is the beginning of chapter 8, I hope you like it and as usual don't hesitate to leave a comment.

I'm slowly and steadily catching up on this epic. It'll be a bit before I can do it justice, though!

blackbound wrote: 10 months ago I'm slowly and steadily catching up on this epic. It'll be a bit before I can do it justice, though!

Thx for your comment, take the time you need. I know I published a lot last month, it won't always be like that. I force myself to publish one chapter per month, the rest is a bonus.

Chapter 8-2: Nathan Kidnapping !

Ryan, Brett was driven by Enzo to a location, unknown. Still in that old white Fiat Panda.



The heavy and thoughtful silence in the cabin, gave a serious atmosphere very far from Enzo jovial character. No one dared to speak or say anything. So after 10 minutes of silent driving the tutor broke the silence.

Seriously guys... being this stressed... You don't trust me that much?" (Enzo)

"You really want me to be honest Enzo" Ryan replied, hoping to slip 2-3 questions to Brett's tutor.

"Yes, go ahead... express yourself little chick." (Enzo)

"OK... I admit, I'm a little scared... every time I follow you somewhere I end up tied up and gagged..." (Ryan)

"You're not going to make me believe that you don't like it, chick... You're the one who tapes your mouth shut all by yourself, right?" (Enzo)

Ryan didn't know what to answer. Enzo was right he liked being tied up, he liked the feeling of a gag in his mouth but a dirty feeling, of disgust and hatred also existed in him. So the young man thought about what he wanted to say and ended up answering:

"I feel like I'm powerless, like I'm incapable of defending myself, but especially of defending others. It's not being tied up or gagged that bothers me, but the feeling of being a princess in distress. If I were able to free myself on my own, maybe it would be a little better. But even that, I'm incapable of doing..."(Ryan)

"Listen, chick, you are a brave and fair boy. Like a true knight, you just don't have the shoulders to wear the armor yet. But that doesn't mean you have no value, it's even the opposite. If you are really a princess in distress then you are of great importance. Because you don't kidnap just anyone…" (Enzo)

"Still... I want to be stronger. I'm sick of it Enzo. Even just now when we were fighting with Daniel. I had managed to tie him up, to finally show him that I was a guy too. But he managed to get free, proving once again that I don't want anything..."(Ryan)

At that moment Brett, sitting behind on the bench, opened his bag to discreetly take out a roll of black tape. And then suddenly, like a panther. The young man unclipped his belt and jumped forward, passing his arms in front to reach Ryan's face.

In less than a second Brett pulled the roll and stuck the tape on his friend's mouth, who started to moo in surprise: "Hunmm...Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!". But Brett didn't stop at a small strip, no. He continued by spanking several rounds. Wrapping the lower part of his friend's face with 6 layers of this extremely strong thick black construction tape.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan said, before he could even start fighting. his torso was wrapped in yet another few turns of black tape. Pinning him to the passenger seat.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan continued to bellow as he struggled against his bonds. But the rigidity of this tape was far too strong for our little chick to pull it apart with his weak physical strength.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo who was driving had then stopped the car in the honeyed corner of a dirt road between two fields. Observed the actions of his little one. Without making the slightest comment, nor the slightest interference. He passively left his little Ryan attached. Almost as if he knew that this would happen. And then he went outside and started to light a cigarette leaving the two boys alone in the small car.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

As the young man trapped in the tape continued to wrestle. Brett, after putting the roll away, began to tenderly cuddle his friend, passing between the two seats to bring his face as close as possible to that of the prisoner.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Forgive me bro. But I'm starting to know you well... I don't want you to be sad. You say you're tired of being weak, but I'm tired of seeing you sad bro. Have you ever thought about what I and the others feel? About the harm your sadness does to us?" (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan replied in a deep and sincere voice. Brett's words touched him right in the heart. Because it was true he had never thought about the consequence of his behavior on others.

"I know you don't do it on purpose. That's the main problem with nerdy like you... You think so much that you end up disconnecting yourself from the world and from others. That's your problem, bro. You have to become dumber. The virility you want to obtain need you to lose several IQ points. And that starts with shutting up and letting your inner scum take control." (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know bro… You're scared. Afraid of the bad boy inside you. But listen to me carefully. You're not the nerdy that you thinks you are. Here at the yellows we are all failures who didn't even go to high school. We all have a traumatic past, so stop thinking that you're alone. Stop thinking that only Nathan can understand you.

We are a team Ryan. We all understood who you were and we are all here for you. No one is going to abandon or judge you, we all know that you are the most manly among us and that in the end you will become 100% yourself.

So please leave my bro. Let the stupid, masculine Ryan speak and the annoying nerd rest." (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Ryan wanted to answer but the gag prevented him from doing so. He wanted to tell his friend how sorry he was for his behavior, so he just nodded.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Don't worry bro. I understand what you mean: You don't know where to start or what to do, do you ?" (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan nodded again yes

"I think I have an idea... you who are so sensitive this should have an effect on you..."(Brett)

Brett stepped back and took off his cap, which he then delicately placed backwards on his friend's head, who almost immediately felt a kind of comforting warmth soak into him. It was Brett's energy, his simplicity of a sports idiot, which gently reassured Ryan as if he were receiving a huge hug from his friend.

"It's going great. And you know what bro? I'll give it to you... That way a part of me will always be with you telling you to shut your mouth." (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Brett responded to Ryan's mooing with a big smile and then without warning, planted a kiss on Ryan's forehead . Which totally surprised him to the point of making him blush slightly.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

It was at this moment that Enzo got back into the car.

"Okay... end of cigarette break. Let's go." he said continuing to ignore Ryan as Brett returned to the back seat.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

The tutor started the ignition and drove to their destination…

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Meanwhile in the middle of the forest. Nathan was still tied, gagged and chained to a tree. While the young Jeff wiped the face of the tutor that he had watered with his seed a few minutes earlier







"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan continued to scream into his gag made of Jeff's dirty sock and 10 wraps of gray tape around his face. Looking at the young man with eyes filled with love and affection.

"Stop taking me for an idiot! Greg was very clear... I'll watch you until he comes back, that's all. Don't count on me to free you..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"That said... It's true that you look really hot with that tape on your face. How many girls have you fucked?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!

While continuing to look at little one tenderly, Nathan said to himself : "If Greg left us alone, it's because he wants me to establish contact with his little one... Something serious must have happened with the Greens... it's not normal.


"Okay... I get it... But before let you drink you'll answer all my questions."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan nodded and the young man then moved closer to his face. That he took by the chin forced Ryan's tutor to look at him well without his eyes.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Are you also gay like all the yellows?"

Nathan nodded and thought in his mind: "I see, Greg makes him believe that he has control. That he is the one dominating, he clearly doesn't need it. If his jerk-off on me gave him the best hand-job of his life. Then this kid is damn blocked. Raphael would have made an excellent tutor for him... but whatever the priority for the moment and that I must convince him to detach me..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Greg told me everything about you, Nathan Balthazar, Chief of the Yellow Tutors. I know about your power and the magic stone… I also know about the blue harlequin."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff opened his bag to take out a cigarette, which he lit before taking a long first drag and saying:

"I want to trap Greg!"

"Mmmppphhh???"

"You heard me right, I want to trap him, force him to listen to me..."

"I see... he has the desire to kidnap his Tutor to prove his manhood." Nathan said. Before mooing into his gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I have a plan but you will have to obey all my orders like a good doggie."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Nathan nodded. He had no choice but to obey the boy's orders at the moment...

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After a 10 minute drive, Enzo Ryan and Brett finally arrived at their destination. Enzo pulled into the parking lot, then once the ignition was off. Finally looked at Ryan, still stuck and gagged on the passenger seat and said: "Well... Are you calm now little chick?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Ryan nodded and Enzo replied, "Perfect Brett will got you free. I'll wait for you outside."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo got out of the car while his little one cut the tape with the scissors from his bag: "HA… thanks bro." Ryan said as soon as his gag was removed.

The two young men then got out of the small car and saw in front of them a concrete building carved and decorated with fake gold pillars roughly imitating Roman architecture. "HEY! Boys over there!" shouted Enzo who was waiting for Ryan and Brett in front of the golden door.



Once everyone was inside Enzo led the two boys past the empty entrance hall, up a staircase leading down. Ryan looked around still not understanding where they could be



But Ryan was soon going to have an answer, because at the end of the stairs was a strip club room. With a small dance stage in the center with a pool dance bar. And a huge bar at the back of the room, Brett and Ryan were shocked when they saw this place and uttered a synchronized: "Wow...".



"Welcome to BOY-Z-BOYS. The only club for boys who love boys in all of Studycity." said a deep, masculine voice behind the two boys. Surprised, they turned around to see an extremely muscular man wearing only white pants. With a square face, a small, perfectly trimmed beard and a short haircut. The man was so handsome and gave off such a virile aura that Ryan and Brett found themselves paralyzed, unable to say anything. But admired the naked, muscular and ultra masculine torso of this stranger.



The muscular man looked at the two young men with a big smile on his face and said to them: "It seems that you also prefer bananas to apricots... My name is Tahaka, I am in charge of all the gogo-boys here. Nice to meet you young people."

Ryan and Brett were still too transfixed by Tahaka's overwhelming manhood to say anything, so Enzo took over the conversation and said, "Thanks for your positive response, Tahaka. I know it's complicated for you, but I really wanted no one to be there, you understand. This is the first time they've been to this kind of club..."

"Don't worry Enzo... As I told you, this will allow us to test our new show... So have your little ones sit down in front and enjoy the show."

"Thanks…" (Enzo)

Enzo then leads the two young men to the extremely comfortable armchairs that line the stage, just in front. And then after waiting 1 or 2 minutes. The lights in the room went out plunging our team into darkness, alone facing the lit dance floor. Heavy bass music resounded in the room as two extremely handsome muscular men appeared from the back of the room. Both wore tight briefs that made their intimacy semi visible.





The man in the white briefs was carrying a small sports shoulder bag, which he placed on the lower part of the stage before going up with his colleague who was carrying red briefs.

The two men then began their suggestive dance. Which in a few seconds managed to totally hypnotize the two young men now totally obsessed by the two dancers. In particular Ryan whose cock guessed half hard while he admired the muscular torso of this one in white briefs. Wondering, if these pecs were not even softer than Nathan's. But more than that, he absolutely wanted to know what his bodybuilding program was...

Brett could feel his heart beating to the rhythm of the music, his body throbbing not with sexual excitement like his friend but rather like a desire to embody this ultra sexy virile figure, for the first time Brett could see himself doing something other than sports in his life. Now he wanted to be there, standing dancing in front of men who would admire him for his body.

After a few minutes of pole dancing with the central bar the muscular dancer in white briefs stopped and stood right in front of Ryan, pointing at him. Which surprised the young man.

This behavior made the go-go dancer smile tenderly, who motioned for him to come with his finger. Ryan on his side, was like paralyzed, so Enzo slapped his back and said to him: "Come on, Little Chick... You can't really say no to a stallion like that..."

Ryan looked again at the huge pecs of the man in front of him and stood up mechanically without thinking, hypnotized by the beauty of the body before his eyes.

The gogo dancer helped him get on stage by taking his hand and then once from this one standing. And then suddenly he pushed him violently in one go towards the center of the stage the or the other dancer in red briefs had discreetly placed a chair in the center of the dance space. Ryan landed brutally on it. And and less than a second, felt the man in red briefs take his wrist to pull his arms behind the back of the chair.

What followed was a click that the young man knew only too well. That of a pair of handcuffs, but contrary to what he was beginning to expect. The sensation around his wrists was neither cold nor tight, but soft and floating. Ryan, disturbed, did not resist when his second arm was also handcuffed behind his back behind the back of the chair. And then he finally realized that they were handcuffs made of light fur. Nothing to do with what the SCAP trainers used.



"What the ?" Ryan said in a burst of lucidity as the dancer in white briefs gave him a "Shhhh..." with his index finger on his lips as he continued to dance. Immediately after that, Ryan felt a large cloth placed on the bottom of his face. It was a large orange bandanna.

The young man reflexively closed his mouth, thinking that the man behind him was pushing the fabric into him. But he felt that no, the muscular dancer was content to to tie a knot at the nape of his neck. "That's not a real gag," Ryan said, now with his mouth and lower face covered by the orange bandana folded in a rectangular shape.

At any moment he could open his mouth to speak. But something stopped him… some kind of psychological block…

This was all just a show. The dancers' goal was to please the young man, not to actually capture him. And Ryan loved it. After all those times he ended up tied up or gagged as a prisoner. Being there, sitting in a soft position felt so good…

But the boy's pleasure had only just begun. Because without warning the gogo dancer placed his hands on the young man's pectorals, beginning a gentle massage. Which caused him to cry out in intense pleasure:

"Mmmppphhh!"

As the massage continued, the muscular man in white briefs suddenly walked over to Ryan and sat on him, imitating a sexual relationship. This triggered a sort of automatic reaction in him. His cock immediately began to become hard as concrete. But above all, young Ryan followed the dancer's sexual movement, as if he were having real sex. The young man went up and down his pelvis, rubbing his cock against his black jogging pants. It was the one Nathan had given him, his favorite.

And then, as the pleasure of the friction of his cock increased, Ryan was overcome with a feeling of terror that made him moan into his fake gag:

"Mmmppphhh!"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

“Mmmppphhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

Without being able to control it, Ryan released 4 huge jets of sperm in his boxers. The cream was so thick that it created a huge sticky and visible stain on his jogging. The young man then immediately blushed with shame while looking at the gogo dancer with his eyes who shouted: "sorry...".

The muscular man in white briefs stopped dancing then. Gently took Ryan's chin to raise his face. And continued by giving him a tender kiss full of compassion on the forehead. Which made our young man blush even harder.

All in front of a Brett watching this with wide eyes like a fan girl in front of a boy band. The gogo dancer returned to dance facing Enzo and Brett. So much so that Ryan was grabbed and pulled from the chair by the second dancer who carried him in his arms like a princess.

"Come on, cutie… We're going to have to clean all that up!" the muscular man whispered to him before leaving the stage with the young man in his arms who was moaning in shame in his fake gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

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"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"



After a few minutes they arrived in front of door number 4, which the muscular man opened with his legs. Inside they found a small empty dressing room with a large mirror, a sink, and a small sofa where he placed Ryan with great gentleness.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan continued, totally panicked and ashamed of his uncontrolled ejaculation.

"HEY HEY... Calm down little one!" (dancer)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Well... no choice..." (dancer)

The man removed the towel on the coffee table to take the roll of black tape that was behind it. The man then took Ryan's legs which he stuck together to attach them with several turns of tape. Going up from the ankles to the knees.

Then it was his torso or to be exact the area between his pecs and his navel that was wrapped with holes of adhesive tape.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shhhhh! You're making way too much noise," the dancer told him before sticking the tape on the orange bandana and creating a real gag with 8 turns of tape on Ryan's mouth.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"There you go... Now you have real reasons to scream and wiggle around…" (dancer)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I have to go back and entertain your friends, kid, stay good, we'll come and take care of you in 10-15 minutes." (dancer)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

The muscular man winked with a smile and walked away leaving Ryan alone in the dressing room.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

As he continued to scream into his gag, Ryan slowly began to crack as a strong emotion rose within him:

"Sniff… Sniff…"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

he could feel the strong smell of his semen stinging his nostrils. But most of all, the feeling of being wet on his still half-hard crotch, caused him an absolute shame. So much so that he began to cry and sob in his bonds hoping that Nathan would come and give him a hug.

"Sniff… Sniff…"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

And then a flash of thought struck him. He was once again bound and gagged, waiting like a princess to be rescued by a knight. He was sick of it… sick of being weak, sick of crying for nothing, so he struggled with all his might against his bonds and screamed into his gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

But despite this effort, nothing could stop her tears from flowing, so strong was the shame.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

And then once exhausted from having spent 10 minutes struggling with his tears and moving in all directions, Enzo ends up abruptly entering the dressing room and says: "Yo little chick! So tell uncle Enzo what happened to you?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Brett's tutor had a cardboard bag with him that contained something. He set it down on the floor before pulling out a chair and sitting down right across from Ryan who had resumed his struggle with the tape.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo immediately saw the huge sperm stain on Ryan's jogging pants. Which made him give a small, benevolent laugh before saying to himself: "As expected, he couldn't hold back... It was way too hard for a little 20-year-old guy. Nathan really has no mercy... he's constantly testing him to see how he's progressing every day. Even Raphael isn't that rough. That said, I don't know anyone else at SCAP who would have the level and experience to take care of you, little chick..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"His eyes are filled with sadness… he is ashamed of having cum on himself. He struggles as much as he can not to cry… He wants to show me that he is strong that he can hold on… We are going to use Method 24 it should work…"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo stood up and grabbed Ryan for sitting him on the couch, in order to look at him face to face. Then once seated the tutor tenderly placed his right hand on Ryan's shoulder who immediately mooed in response.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shhhhh… calm down, little chick. I already understood what happened to you… the dragon between your legs spat its flames without you being able to do anything. I'm right ?" (Enzo)

Ryan looked away from Enzo and took a second to calm down before nodding "yes."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Alright, so listen to me little chick... Among the big secrets that guys keep in their hearts. there is the fact that we do not control our cock... you understand what I want to tell you..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Ryan shook his head "no" he didn't agree for him a real man this control and in this case he had totally failed.

"I understand that it's hard for your little chick, we're going to take our time... first we're going to have to clean you up." Enzo took a washcloth out of the cardboard bag then got up to wet it in the sink.

Once seated in front of Ryan again, the tutor looked the little one in the eyes and said: "I'm going to wash you, okay... so be a good boy and don't move. Okay?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan nodded. As the man began to pull Ryan's sweatpants and boxers down. They fell as low as possible.

"WOW! The gods gave you a big tiger between your legs...You're very lucky little chick..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo began to wash the little one's private parts, being as gentle and respectful as possible, which gently soothed Ryan, who had complete trust in Enzo.

"Like I was telling you chick, no man can control his dick. I told Brett the same thing the other day."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh???"

"Of course he didn't say this to you… But he also didn't know how to control his tail and he felt very bad about it. So you don't have to be ashamed. No honest male can reproach such a thing to a fellow male."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Yes I know, the majority doesn't think like that. But what really matters? The opinion of society? Of people you don't know? Or that of the guys you live with and who are there for you?

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"You don't realize it, but the simple fact that you let me wash your dick quietly, is not normal for 99% of guys. The simple fact of being touched by another bro is already seen as a crime. And you know why?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Because being a man in this world is first of all loving women. Men must become knights who will save the princess. We are educated in the void, the absence, the lack that will must be filled by a woman. You are intelligent enough to understand what that means. Ryan..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Our problem is that we are knights who love other knights, this world was not created for people like us. So we integrate the shame, the shame of being a man who loves men. The shame of getting hard and jerking off to sexy guys and finally the shame of an ejaculatory reflex that you can't control..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"And in your case, there are the resonance... A very dangerous power with lots of side effects. The first is that you can no longer give yourself pleasure with your hand. You are now forced to use objects or ask someone. For example, it is the friction against your jogging pants that triggered this cuming. Another side effect is the doubling of your libido. But also of your sensitivity; anything can make you cry. So you need very strong emotional stability and a constant flow of love. Do you understand what that means?

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Good boy… I know it's not easy to change Ryan. It's not easy to get out of shame but believe me, there is no shame in wanting to be loved by men, to seek their tenderness and affection. It is an extremely difficult challenge as this society judges boys constantly. But at SCAP you are free to finally become yourself. No tutor or little one will judge you for a lack of virility..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo gently wiped the intimacy of the young man who had drunk his word with the greatest of listening. He did not expect Enzo to be nearly as reassuring as Nathan. Of course he knew he could count on the other tutors, but to this extent… It reminded him of the sheet that Brett had shown him earlier in the car and which indicated: "Solidarity Collectivism". A group where everyone helps each other and this support without judgment or hierarchy. that's what the Yellows are and Ryan felt more proud than ever to be part of such a group.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know... I know little chick. I'll set you free but no stupid rebellion ok?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Enzo pulled out a pair of scissors from a cardboard bag and cut the tape, finally freeing Ryan. Except for the gag, which the young man refused to remove.

"Well now that you can move, take off your clothes. I have a surprise for you from Nathan."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh?"

Enzo put both arms in the bag and pulled out a black Nike tech fleece set, the one Ryan had always secretly wanted to wear. But the exorbitant price tag for him made that impossible.



As soon as he saw the whole thing, Ryan opened his eyes wide like a child receiving his Christmas presents. He had only one desire: to wear the clothes he wanted so much.

"It's a gift from Nathan to apologize for his absence. They were supposed to give it to you today, but it's still not here..." Enzo said in a worried voice, almost as if he had a strange intuition about Nathan.

Ryan didn't pay attention to this detail, far too impatient with the idea of this change.

Once in his new outfit, the young man felt like a different energy was expressing itself in him, he felt stronger, more virile, more masculine. He then turned to the tutor who said to him: "So little chick, do you like it?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" he said into his gag, nodding his head up and down. And then suddenly, Ryan hugged Enzo, who was taken by surprise, but responded by cuddling the young man tenderly. That was his way of saying thank you.

Ryan and Enzo then joined Brett who was chatting with Tahaka in front of the dance stage.

"Ryan are you okay?" (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" (Ryan)

"OK... Good... listen, I have something to tell you?" (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh ?" (Ryan)

“I… I want to work here!” (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh ?" (Ryan)

"I didn't tell you but Enzo, sign up for dance classes. At first I didn't understand why? But I realized while watching the guys dance that I too... I too want to be a go-go dancer Ryan!" (Brett)

Brett's eyes glowed with a flame of will and desire that his friend had never seen before. So Ryan smiled with his eyes in response and gave his friend a thumbs up to tell him that he would support him in this choice and that he had no shame in feeling.

"Thanks...Thanks so much bro. You're the least judgmental guy I've ever met...Thanks for everything." (Brett)

"Mmmppphhh ?" (Ryan)

At this moment Brett took his bro in his arms squeeze Ryan tenderly without any shame. As Enzo looked at the two little ones with a smile of pride saying to himself: "We have never had such a strong bond in such a short time. There is a big chance that for once, the yellows succeed in the first trimester exam..."

"Well, since Brett has decided. He will stay here tonight to start working. On the other hand, you will have to bring him back to the dorms around 3am, is that okay with you Tahaka?" (Enzo)

"Yes, no problem. You'll see kid, the gogo boys are all adorable... but be careful. Some of them will want to taste your sausage so above all say no, if you don't want it. Okay ?" (Tahaka)

"Understood, thank you for accepting me here." (Brett)

"Okay... We'll leave you here, follow me little chick."(Enzo)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"(Ryan)

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The sun finished setting, leaving the sky to be lit by the blue of the early evening hours. At the moment when Ryan and Enzo left the club to join the car. "Heading for the last surprise." Said the tutor before taking the road to another unknown destination.

Unlike a few hours ago, Ryan was completely relaxed and not suffering from any anxiety. The combination of the gag and his new outfit brought him a natural calm and relief.

Enzo then turned on the car's radio and a soothing pop song came out of the speakers of the old car. Transforming this moment of silence into a little poetic journey.



And then after 15 minutes of driving, Enzo stopped the car in a small parking lot in the height of the mountains that surrounded Studycity.



Enzo and Ryan get out of the small car, go to an observation point right next door. Young Ryan was blown away by the sublime view in front of him. Indeed, after having placed himself not far from the edge of the cliff. Enzo sat on a tree trunk that had been cut to make a bench. He motioned to the little ones to sit next to him, which he did immediately.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan said, totally captivated by the beauty of the lights of Studycity. Which illuminated the bottom of the mountains with a sublime yellow light, tracing a sort of human network that would ordinarily be totally invisible.



“Beautiful, isn’t it?” (Enzo)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"This place is almost never frequented... It's sad because many people miss something. But it's also what makes this place strong. The silence, the tranquility, that's what's present, isn't it?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know I'm not as good a tutor as Nathan… I would have liked to take care of your education. But he was able to see things in you that I would never have suspected…"

"Mmmppphhh?"

"Nathan is the strongest among us, the most virile, the most intelligent and the best in combat... But he is a machine, his heart is completely closed, trapped in a prison that he built himself. Even I, who am one of his colleagues, know almost nothing about him..."

"Mmmppphhh… "

"I know what mission he gave you. To save the other yellows from the other self-destruction… That's all pure Nathan, but I'm going to ask you something else? Something that only you can do…"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh???"

"I want you to go into Nathan's heart to find out who he really is… You have the resonance, so only you can truly connect with him. Only you can free him from his prison Ryan… "

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh???"

"I know what I'm telling you isn't very clear, but to make it simple. Nathan is suffering behind his perfect alpha male armor. So don't just accept his love. Give it back to him too... Learn who the Nathan is behind the armor and save him from his dire fate. Do you understand?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan said, his eyes shining with an implacable will. Enzo message had been perfectly understood. He would not be selfish, not only think of himself or his comrades. He would save his tutor no matter what.

"I'm happy that the director chose you... You deserve your place among the yellows. But it's getting late, come on... Let's go home."

Enzo got up to join the car while Ryan, remained seated for a few more seconds in order to look a little more at the sublime landscape. And then, while Enzo was a few meters further, the boy's phone began to vibrate, intrigued he saw the notification which indicated that an unknown number had sent him two photos and a message.

Ryan unlocked his phone and was taken by an absolute shock that took his breath away. In front of him on the screen were two pictures of his tutor Nathan… The man was tied to a tree with rope and chain. But also while gagged with gray tape that wrapped the lower part of his face.

Without thinking Ryan began to read the text below :

Good evening, my little chick…

As you can see I captured your beloved little tutor. Needless to say not to warn the police or the other yellow’s tutors. You are a big boy of 21 years old aren't you. I know you will solve this problem by yourself...

Meet me alone at 1am at the GPS points I sent you. I can't wait to finally meet you in person, My little chick...

Signed: The real Alpha man of SCAP

To be continued…
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Chapter 8-3: Nathan’s Rescue.

Ryan finished reading the message telling him that Nathan, his tutor had been kidnapped. First taken by a shock that froze his blood. The young man felt rage rise in him. Taken by an unbearable anger Ryan clenched his fist, tried to not scream again so as not to arouse Enzo suspicions. He then contented himself with responding to the kidnappers by message:

"I don't know who you are... but I'm going to find you and fuck you to death! You'll scream so loud in pain that even gods will hear you! I'LL RELEASE NATHAN AND FORCE YOU TO SUCK MY DICK !"

Ryan wanted to scream in rage but this restraint preferred to think of a plan of action: "I absolutely have to make a plan... The location he sent me is a trap. There is no doubt about it... Going alone would be madness. But there is no question of involving the tutors. If they find out, they will tie me up and lock me in one of the cells in the punishment room..."

"Hey! Any problems, Little Chick?" Enzo asked, seeing Ryan lost in thought.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan replied with a negative shake of his head. The boy still had that black tape that wrapped the bottom of his face. Quietly and hiding his inner rage, the young man joined Enzo to the car and thought again about a plan of action during the trip...

"What to do? Where is this meeting already?"

Ryan discreetly looked at the map on his phone and saw that the meeting point was in the honeyed forest. Just north of the dorm, about a 20 minute walk.

"The meeting will take place at 1am. I have to get there before him in order to trap him first... NO, of course not, moron! His trap is already ready, I have to make sure that the meeting takes place elsewhere. But how to do it... I absolutely need someone to come with me. But who? Who is best able to help me in this dark forest..."

"Obviously ! PABLO! With he’s night vision, there's a chance I can save Nathan!"

Ryan continued to work out his plan in his head, until he and Enzo returned to the dorms. Where they removed his gag before starting the kitchen chore.

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A little earlier in the day. While Enzo, Brett and Ryan were at the strip club. Nathan was still gagged with several turns of gray tape and tied back against a tree with rope and chains… While Greg's little Jeff seemed to start a negotiation.







"I want to trap Greg!" (Jeff)

"Mmmppphhh???" (Nathan)

"You heard me right, I want to trap him. Subdue him, to force him to listen to me..." (Jeff)

"I see... he has the desire to kidnap his tutor to prove his manhood." Nathan think. Before mooing into his gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I have a plan but you're going to have to obey all my orders, like a good dog..." (Jeff)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Nathan nodded. He had no choice but to obey the boy's orders at the moment...

"I'm not an idiot... I saw that you didn't give your all in your fight against Greg. You're much stronger than that but you held back... You held back for me. You didn't want my tutor to be humiliated in front of me. So, you let it happen, didn't you?" (Jeff)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Why? Why do this for me when you don't know me?" (Jeff)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Ok...OK...I'll take the gag off but I want answers?" (Jeff)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh."

Nathan nodded, while young Jeff pulled scissors out of his backpack. He cut the tape and pulled it off with a sharp jerk. Which made Ryan's tutor stab with a sharp and instantaneous pain.

"Mmmppphhh!"

The young man took off the dirty sock that had been stuffed in his mouth.

"Thank you..." Said Nathan who, as from the beginning, continued to look at Jeff with tender and affectionate eyes before continuing by saying "Can I have some water?"

Jeff took a small bottle of water out of his bag and made the adult drink.

"Haaaa… Thank you…" (Nathan)

"Answer my question, did you and Greg have an arrangement to let you win?" (Jeff)

"You're a very smart boy Jeff. But to answer you, no. I made that decision alone." (Nathan)

"Why? Why did you let yourself be captured?" (Jeff)

"Because I suspected we would have the opportunity to talk." (Nathan)


"You wanted to talk to me ?" (Jeff)

"No... I expressed myself badly. To put it simply, I wanted to meet you to make sure of a doubt concerning you." (Nathan)

"What do you mean ?" (Jeff)

"How sad I am for you, little one..." (Nathan)

"I didn't ask you for pity, or even consideration. Just answer my questions... Why do you care about me?" (Jeff)

"That's because I was supposed to be your tutor in the first place..." (Nathan)

"WHAT!" (Jeff)

"On the day of the selection tournament, something unexpected happened during the race. The director then changed what he had been planned and entrusted me with another boy." (Nathan)

"So... I should have been with you in the first place?" (Jeff)

"Exactly, you are a lovely boy but who only obeys when faced with a man who is more virile and masculine than you. Except Greg does not correspond to that. He is a man with a deep voice and big muscles, yes. But he is above all a poet who likes to listen to the birds singing in the morning. He is very far from what you consider to be "masculine". So he overplays his virility to please you." (Nathan)

"Pff… I don't believe you at all! Me… Ending up on the gay team? You could have found a smarter liar… but if it's true why did the director change his mind?" (Jeff)

"Honestly Greg is not a bad choice either. He finished #2 in the tutor competition, he is an ultra virile, protective, who likes to play with the rules and limits. Many might think he is mean, but having such a character and the greatest quality a tutor can have, so don't reject him little bulldog. Get to know him and you will see how much he cares about you..." (Nathan)

"Stop taking me for an idiot with your honeyed speech! I ask you why the director changed his mind?" (Jeff)

"No idea." (Nathan)

"In that case... Might as well keep quiet!" (Jeff)

"NO! WAIT… Hummmmm! (Nathan)

Jeff shoved his dirty sock all the way into the tutor's mouth again. He then took the roll of gray tape from his bag, in order to wrap his mouth under 8 turns of adhesive tape which prevented Nathan from speaking again: "FUCK ! I missed my chance!" he said to himself before shouting into his gag:

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
“Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

"We're going to stick to my plan. You're going to follow me like the good doggie you are!" (Jeff)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff gave Nathan a devilish grin. Having such a virile man tied up and gagged, completely submissive to his will gave him an enormous joy and satisfaction. He had available, right in front of him, something he had secretly always desired… the body of a real men…

But despite this explosive desire to touch Nathan. The young man held back because there was another emotion, a second feeling that was even more shameful and unspeakable to him. He wanted from the bottom of his heart to do good to Nathan, to free him to show him a place, a special place that he cared about.

So he decided to disobey Greg, his tutor who had strictly forbidden him to untie Nathan, because: "Only steel chains are strong enough to keep him prisoner..." But the young man had an idea in mind to subdue the virile man.

He then pulled out a very long thin hemp rope from his bag. As Ryan's tutor continued to moo into his gag, "Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

After having made an arrogant smile again. The young man unbuttoned Nathan's jeans and slowly opened his fly before pulling it all in one go. Which brought out Nathan's intimacy, now making visible his long tail at rest but above all, his balls which had clearly not been emptied for some time.

He understand the intentions of the young man, Nathan struggled with all his might, wriggling and screaming in his gag, but the chain and rope made any release impossible...

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
“Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

"CALM DOWN DIRTY BITCH!" Jeff yelled before grabbing Nathan's entire cock in his right hand and squeezing it hard which made the tutor scream in pain

"Mmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhh!"

"I SAID CALM DOWN!"

Nathan took a deep breath and stopped his struggle and screaming. Jeff then let go of his intimacy and said to him in a dominant tone: "Here you go... You're going to be a good little doggie and obey my orders...

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan nodded. He had no choice, he had to obey Jeff's orders. The young man then took the long thin rope and made a loop with it, like a kind of lasso. Then he lifted the tutor's intimacy and passed the loop behind his penis and balls. Now placing the loop on the base of his sex.

Jeff will then loop it to form a cock ring with the rope that caused the virile adult to begin an erection.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shh... Calm down or it will hurt a lot..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff continued his torture by wrapping Nathan's balls with 3 turns of rope while being careful not to cut off the blood circulation. Then, it was his penis which had become completely hard and straight to be wrapped by the long thin hemp rope. The boy finished his work with a last loop of cock ring and said: "Here is a good leash that will keep you well behaved..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan continued to moo into his gag, as the young man stood up to remove the chain that held the tutor against the tree. It was then the turn of the one around his ankles as well as the ropes.

Ryan's killer now had his legs free, which made him sigh: "Mmmppphhh..." in relief. Jeff then removed all of his lower clothing, leaving his prisoner completely naked...

"Come on my doggie, be a good boy and stand up."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Nathan shook his head as he looked at the boy with eyes filled with rage.

Jeff immediately responded by yelling, "I SAID STAND UP ! FAG !

The boy followed his words, pulling like a leash on the rope that held Nathan's manhood prisoner. With the consonance of immediately making him scream in pain into his gag.

“Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhh Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhh!”

Jeff loosened the leash and Nathan regained his composure. "Now get up!" the boy ordered him authoritatively. Nathan had no other option and stood up on his own with difficulty.

Now standing, the young man took the opportunity to admire the tail of Ryan's tutor. It measured 19cm/7.48inches while being perfectly straight with an uncircumcised penis, but uncircumcised due to the prisoner's erection.

"Wow! You're damn well equipped for a faggot... If you threw a girl I'd suck you off without hesitation."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Nathan mooed into his gag to signal his disagreement to Jeff who responded by reaching out his hand to quickly and tenderly rub Nathan's hair.

"Come on, come on... I know the rope excites you... but personally, I like pussy so sorry but I'm not going to suck you..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Come on, let's go..."

Jeff closed his bag, which he put on his back before taking a step into the forest followed by a naked Nathan. Who had no choice but to follow the young torturer into the depths of the forest...

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A little later in the day around 10:30pm at the yellow’s dormitory. Ryan was about to explain everything to Pablo his friend. He was convinced that together they would succeed in saving Nathan.





Dinner went normally. Ryan continued to act like everything was fine. The young man had to find a time when he could explain everything to Pablo. So he waited until his friend was alone in the bathroom to tell him everything as discreetly as possible.



Pablo brushed his teeth as Ryan approached quietly and began to whisper:

"HEY! Pablo..." (Ryan)

"Huh?" (Pablo)

"I have to talk to you about something serious... Above all, stay calm, don't make any noise and listen to me carefully." (Ryan)

Ryan began his explanations about Nathan's kidnapping by showing him the message and photos he had received. Pablo obviously agreed to help him save Nathan. But Ryan remained discreet about his intentions, preferring to tell him that he would explain the details outside.

"exactly bro, how are we going to get out? The doors are locked at night…." (Pablo)

"There's a spare key in the tutor's office for sure, go there and use your night vision. In the meantime I'll go get some matis in the punishment room." (Ryan)

"The punishment room... dude, how are you going to open the door?" (Pablo)

"Don't worry about it, find the keys and meet me at the door." (Ryan)

"OK." (Pablo)

Ryan came out of the bathroom to go to his room and waited for the lights to go out. To come out discreetly dressed in his black Nike tech fleece outfit. And the motorcycle balaclava that Raphaël had given him the other day.





Carrying his bag on his back he headed discreetly towards Pablo's room. The young man had the intelligence to market in socks before making the minimum noise possible. Once arrived in front of door 206, that of Pablo's room. Ryan gently opened the handle and entered inside. he found Pablo dressed in almost the same way.

"OK… Are you ready?" (Ryan)

"Yes." (Pablo)

"Okay, already the tutors have a GPS app to locate our phones. So leave it here." (Ryan)

"What, Really?" (Pablo)

"Yes." (Ryan)

"Wait, how do you know that?" (Pablo)

"It would take too long to explain to you but to make it quick Nathan showed it to me the first night." (Ryan)

"The one where we ate pizza?" (Pablo)

"Yeah, but whatever. Just leave it here." (Ryan)

"Okay, okay…" (Pablo)

"Well... We'll start the operation with phase 1. You'll go up to the tutors' floor to find a duplicate keys in the office. I'll go down to the punishment room to get some equipment. We'll then meet up in front of the kitchen door." (Ryan)

"Understood." (Pablo)

"One last thing. Take off your shoes and put them in your backpack. We'll put them on outside, that way we won't make any noise..." (Ryan)

"Okay." (Pablo)

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The two boys went out discreetly into the hallway in socks, so as not to make noise. Then they separated at the stairs. Pablo went upstairs and Ryan went down to level -1. then stopped just in front of the door of the punishment room.

There were only two ways to open it. The first was the fingerprint of one of the tutors. The second was by facial recognition.

"Well... Come on, my whole plan is based on that..." Ryan said to himself before taking out his phone, turning the brightness up to full and showing the camera a picture of Nathan's face.

"With the night contrast it will work... The camera will not be able to differentiate a real face from a fake one, in such darkness. At least I hope ..." (Ryan)

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Suddenly the giant steel door made a sound and a green light came on just above the handle.

Ryan didn't waste any time and went inside. Without thinking he opened the display cases filled with BDSM items. He took 2 large chains, leather wrist cuffs, a roll of black tape, some bandanas, two padlocks and ropes that he put in his backpack.

Then he took some police cable ties and an anesthetic syringe which he put in the back pocket of his jogging pants.

"Okay... I've got everything, let's go to the kitchen." Ryan said to himself. But as he was about to leave, his gaze went to another display case. There, next to the leather muzzles, was a stun gun with several cartridges.



Ryan hesitated to take it, it was not part of his basic plan, but facing an unknown enemy. The young man thought it was better to cover his back and ended up taking the pistol that he put on his hip, held by the elastic of his jogging. As well as 2 reloads that he put in his back pocket.

Ryan arrived in the dining room where he heard strange noises. He then opened the door and saw Pablo dressed all in black, fighting with Brett shirtless in shorts. "Who are you?" he shouted. As he retaliated against Pablo's blows.



"Shit!" Ryan said to himself. "Pablo has been spotted! I have no choice!" Ryan rushed towards Brett, too busy fighting. He took the opportunity to trip him up, knocking him down. He immediately grabbed his arms and crossed them behind his back before tying his wrists with a police cable tie and then did the same thing with his ankles.

"Sons of bitches !" Brett yelled as Pablo took a kitchen towel, rolled it up and stuffed it into his tied up friend's mouth, creating a cleave gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Pablo finished the makeshift gag with a double knot in the back of Brett's neck who began to struggle and scream into his gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

But the two boys paid no attention to their friend's pleas. They just rushed towards the front door that Pablo had already opened and which he closed as soon as they left.

The door had barely slammed shut when Pablo put the key in the lock and said: "That should save us a bit of time..." (Pablo)

"A few seconds, but yes... let's hurry up and put our shoes on. With such fragile ties, it will come free in 2-3 minutes max!" (Ryan)

"Yes I know, it obviously had to be our bro with the most muscle who woke up!" (Pablo)

"He thought we were burglars, with a bit of luck we'll escape punishment..." (Ryan)

"You're way too hopeful bro... We're definitely going to get killed when we get back." (Pablo)

"That's true, you're right..." (Ryan)

The two boys put on their shoes in a flash and started running north, behind the dormitory building. And finally entered in the forest, with the goal of saving Nathan…

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Earlier that same day, around 4:30 p.m.

Nathan had been walking in the forest for 10 minutes under the heat of the afternoon sun.



His privacy was still trapped in the rope that young Jeff used as a leash, to make sure that the tutor followed him. Nathan observed his surroundings, patiently waiting for the right moment in order to maximize his chances of escape.

"I have no right to make a mistake... I have to act quickly. As soon as it keeps getting smaller, I'll free myself!" Nathan said to himself. Whose torso was still tied up in a spider rope, and with that damn gag that prevented him from making the slightest sound. Not to mention his hands handcuffed behind his back. but above all trapped in leather mittens.

After another 10 minutes of walking, they both arrived in front of a large lake with a small islet in its center.



Jeff was then captivated by the beauty of the place, no longer paying attention to the tutor behind him.

"Now!" Nathan said in his head. Who after a big and deep breath, pulled suddenly like a lion on his bonds which tore suddenly. The young man turned around surprised by the noise. But barely had he turned around that Ryan's tutor hit him in the stomach with a middle kick. Followed immediately by a blow to the back of his head with his right hand caught in the ball of leather.

Young Jeff was knocked out in one hit, falling heavily to the ground.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh… "

Nathan leaned over the boy to make sure he wasn't hurt. Then he put the left glove between his two knees and tore the fabric, pulling on it. His hands were now free.

he untied the other handcuff, freeing his hands completely. then it was the gag's turn to be torn. While the dirty sock of the little one who suffocated was spat far away.

The man calmly caught his breath and untied the rope that held his manhood prisoner to an infinite erection. And then as the pleasure to be finally free of that cursed leash mounted inside him. Nathan had a rather unexpected thought:

"Having such advanced CBT techniques at his age... there's something wrong, Greg would never have taught him that in just a week of lessons." (Nathan)

Nathan then took his phone out of Jeff's bag and looked at the young man's information sheet.

"Hmm… Jeff Morison : 23 years old…." (Nathan)

"I see, indeed... a classic case of denial combined with extreme misogyny. He started selling sexual photos/videos of himself at 16 after being kicked out of his parents' house... poor little guy..." (Nathan)

"He really has no place with the Greens..." (Nathan)

And then as Nathan continued to think, a male figure appeared in front of him. It was Greg, who dropped his backpack to the ground and said while looking Nathan straight in the eyes: "I told him that only the chains could hold you... But as usual my little bulldog did what he wanted."

"He's following his master's advice well if you ask me..." Nathan replied, getting into a fighting stance and saying, "This time. I'm not going to hold back, it will prove once again that of the two of us, I'm the alpha."

"Your arrogance will be your downfall, my friend... This is not the first time we've fought and you've lost..." (Greg)

"I can say the exact same thing for you..." (Nathan)

The two men looked face to face, each straight into the other's eyes. Their strength was generally equal. It was therefore impossible to know in advance which of these two virile bulls was going to win….

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00:30 in this same forest. Ryan and Pablo have been walking for over 15 minutes in the honeyed darkness of the night. Pablo walked in front with his night vision, while Ryan followed him, showing the way.



"A little further to the northeast" said Ryan who looked at a paper map with a mini flashlight that he turned off as soon as he had to move, their objective was to reach the meeting point before the kidnapper to set a trap for him...

"Say Ryan?" (Pablo)

"Yes?" (Ryan)

"What's your plan once we get there? Because you still haven't given me the details." (Pablo)

"Hmm... To put it simply, this is how things went." (Ryan)

Suddenly Pablo felt something prick his neck. It was the anesthetic syringe he had put in his back pocket.

"Ouch!" Pablo cried out from the pain of the needle. His muscles became limp and his mind was beginning to fall asleep. In a final burst of strength the young man gathered what little strength he had left and said in a weak and broken voice:

"Why……..?" (Pablo)

"Sorry bro… But this is necessary for my plan. Nathan is my tutor, it's up to me and me alone to save him…" (Ryan)

With these words Pablo closed his eyes and fell asleep leaving Ryan alone who was going to be able to start the execution of his real plan…

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20 minutes later, in the middle of the same dark forest. A muscular adult man, dressed all in black, including a hood that hid his face, advanced slowly towards the meeting point.



I advanced step by step through the honeyed vegetation, with only the nocturnal blue of the moon's reflections as light.

I stop from time to time to check the location of Little Ryan via the GPS application of my phone. Winning the fight was not an easy thing, my opponent and I had almost the same level in combat.

But in the end it is always the strongest who wins. So it is perfectly logical that it is me who won.

I looked at the application one last time and noticed that Ryan was not exactly in the expected position, "he's smart" I said to myself " Gave me an appointment elsewhere to avoid a potential trap... Not bad..."

As I slowly moved towards the contact zone about 50m away, strange and fabled noises began to enter my ears.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Some mooing. Taken by surprise, I got up and ran towards the source of the sound.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

And then after a short jog of a few meters, the origin of the sounds was in front of me. It was a young man chained to a tree dressed entirely in black with a motorcycle hood on his head.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

His hands were tied behind his back and his legs were stuck together with police cable ties and tape. I could tell by the boy's muffled sounds that he was gagged, probably with cloth stuffing his mouth.

Judging by the shape of the clips, this one was not that of a professional criminal, but of a beginner. This left me perplexed and lost in thought:

"Who could have attacked Ryan here? To me that...HOLY SHIT !" I said to myself before pulling the boy's hood down to see that it wasn't Ryan.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

At that moment… As I was taken by shock. A lamp with blinding light came on behind me, and a male voice in a high tone shouted at me: "Turn around! Hands up!"

"Impressive..." I said in my head "I didn't think he would be able to set a trap for me..."

"I said, 'Turn around! Hands up!'" (Ryan)

I comply without saying a word, discovering in front of me little Ryan who is pointing an anesthetic gun for animals at me. This impressed me even more. Because at no time would I have thought that he would go so far to save his tutor.

The young man turned his lamp slightly to aim at my eyes in order to blind me and said: "You can start by removing this hood! I know that it's you... Nathan!" (Ryan)



I gave a smirk before obeying and revealing my face. Trying to look my little chick in the eyes and tell him with my greatest sincerity: "I'm really impressed my little chick... When did you understand that it was me?"

"Right after dinner... When I reread the message for the umpteenth time, from the kidnapper. It had the same format, the same intonation and the same ending emoji as the one you sent me this morning to tell me that you wouldn't come to our date..." (Ryan)

"You're progressing at a frightening speed, my little one..." (Nathan)

"SHUT UP! I'm the one asking the questions." (Ryan)

My little chick started to scream, expressing anger at me that I had trouble understanding...

"Why did you cancel our date? Why weren't you here for 3 days?" Ryan shouted in a shaky voice.

My little chick was angry with me for my absence… he was angry and demanded an explanation.

"The director gave me a mission regarding our potential safety. I had no choice but to obey... As for our missed date. Well, I really got kidnapped... I was too reckless, that's why I wasn't here today..." (Nathan)

"LIAR! No one is stronger than you! No one can stop you Nathan!" (Ryan)

At that moment, my gaze changed to show my tenderness and affection: "I am sure you think I am invincible, my darling, but that is not the case. I was indeed captured this morning. But I simply freed myself… (Nathan)

"Then why! Why didn't you come to me directly? Why did you set up another trap? Why is everything just games with you?" (Ryan)

"Because I made you a promise, my little chick. I promised you that you would become the greatest of men. And that requires training 7/7 24/24. I know it's hard, I know you would like to know me better. But I am your tutor, I can't afford to become your friend." (Nathan)

At that moment, my little one's breathing quickened. My words had touched his heart. So I ended my diatribe with: "You've made exceptional progress in just one week, my little chick. Placing your phone on Pablo tied and gag to set a trap for me. That was brilliant... But once again you forget everything that is not visible in your field of vision..." (Nathan)

Ryan then let out a: "What?" While behind him a man dressed entirely in black pricked his neck with a syringe.

'Ouch' he cried before he started to fall asleep almost immediately. Dropping the gun and the flashlight. And then as he was about to fall to the ground the man behind him took him in his arms with a sweet tenderness and said to him: "Shhhh everything is fine little chick it's me..."

Ryan recognized Tyler's soft, reassuring voice, but was unable to respond.

"You did a lot of stupid things today, little chick. I can tell you that you and my Little Thief are going to be punished all day tomorrow..." (Tyler)

"I..." were the last words Ryan said before falling completely asleep...

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Slowly Ryan's mind regained its consciousness reopening its heavy eyelids...

"Mmmppphhh…" was the first sound that came out of his mouth. "Of course… he gagged me." he said to himself as he felt a cloth filling his mouth.

"The classic mouthful + Tapegag... That's my favorite." said the young man who began to see his surroundings.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Ryan was tied to a camping chair with chains on his chest that kept his back straight against the backrest. His wrists were tied in a cross behind him, by a soft cotton rope. Those legs was strangely free. But for some strange reason young Ryan had been undressed left with his simple white T-shirt for the top and only his boxers for the bottom.

Ryan was in a sort of wooden mountain chalet, the room was lit by candles. faced a small table where Nathan sat facing the young man with his arms crossed. He looked at him with the tender smile of a father.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Glad to finally find you alone my little chick... Did you miss me?" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Ryan moaned into his gag, hands not struggling against his bonds. He knew Nathan meant him no harm and trusted him wholeheartedly.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know. I know... You're angry, that's normal. I should have been more present and sent more messages... I'm sorry." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan continued to moo. It wasn't Nathan's absence that was the problem, but his lies.

"I know... You want to tell the truth about me. To know who I really am... So here it is: my name is Nathan Balthazar. I am the youngest son adopted of Edmound Balthazar, the second richest man in the world, the one they call here the director." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"


Ryan was shocked by this revelation, Nathan was one of the director's children.

"Mr. Edmound collected me when I was 6 years old. He had heard rumors about me. And made the connection between my powers and the blue harlequin. I have since received a strict military education in the team Delta 23. the core security team of the director. They are the ones who made me the man I am…" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Ok...ok...I'll take off your gag but you only ask intelligent questions, understand?" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan nodded, waiting for Nathan to stand up and rip off the gray tape that wrapped his little one's mouth, who spit the ball of cloth he had in his mouth away.

"Wait, my chick, I'll give you something to drink." The tutor took a glass of water from the table and gave his little one a drink.

"Ah….Thanks." (Ryan)

"That's my job… " (Nathan)

"So this Delta 23 team, how was it? Wasn't it too hard for you?"

"As I already told you, it is thanks to this troop that I became a man. Delta 23 is composed of 8 men responsible for the security of the director. Each of its soldiers is a former military man who, despite their exceptional capacity and state of service, a had to be thanked..." (Nathan)

"Why? What happened? Did they do something wrong ?" (Ryan)

"No, absolutely not. The reason for their exclusion is called homophobia. Their colleagues and other hierarchy, could not bear to have such gifted and virile gays in the army. So the director hired them for his private militia, because he had understood that having soldiers capable of resisting the seductive powers of women is a great advantage..." (Nathan)

"I see... it's not so silly…" (Ryan)

"Indeed. The Delta 23 took care of my education. They taught me how to be a man and I quickly understood how lucky I was to have such role models as tutors." (Nathan)

"Because contrary to what one might believe. The men of Delta 23 are far from the cliche of virile militants. They were obviously ultra muscular and masculine, but they are not afraid of their emotion." (Nathan)

They have no shame in talking about their problems with others. Nor in giving loving hugs whenever one of their members needs it..." (Nathan)

Ryan listens religiously, his eyes wide with happiness at the thought of living among such a men.

"They showed me how sensitive and beautiful men are. As long as we accept that they are not what society tells us they are. There is nothing more wonderful than a deep and sincere connection between men. It is something that only homosexuals are capable of experiencing.

But this is also paradoxically what terrifies heterosexuals. Because their greatest terror is that there could exist men more virile and masculine than them. And who consequently, would treat them in the same way that they treat women. This is why they created this image of the effeminate gay, to keep us out of masculinity.


But I digress… To return to the Delta 23. It is thanks to them that I chose to become a tutor for this training. I wanted to pass on to the younger ones what they taught me… " (Nathan)

"I...I understand...I'm sorry Nathan..." (Ryan) 

"Huh? Why are you apologizing?" (Nathan)

"I didn't manage to save you. You freed yourself... I understood that you were trapped but if it had been true. If you had really been kidnapped I would have been unable to save you... I'm nothing but shit..." (Ryan)

At his words Nathan placed his hand tenderly on his little one's shoulder and said to him in a soft voice:

"Listen to me, my chick... You're not a superhero. Your power don't make yourself special or invincible. Your plan was doomed to fail the second you decided to tie Pablo up. Because no rescue mission can be carried out alone. If you had kept Pablo by your side, your chances of success would have increased by 50%." (Nathan)

"What! Really!" (Ryan)

"Yes, that's the lesson you need to learn. This single-minded attempt to play hero’s always ends in defeat." (Nathan)

"Alright...I got it." (Ryan)

"I know you don't, but it's part of my role to repeat things over and over again. But enough talking, it's time to go to bed…." (Nathan)

"Wait! I have more questions?" (Ryan)

"Ok but it's the last one." (Nathan)

"In one of my weird dreams I met the blue harlequin. At first I had a doubt but today I'm sure, his voice was exactly the same as yours. Nathan you are the blue harlequin aren't you!" (Ryan) 

At that moment, the tutor smirked and burst out laughing: "HA HA HA HA HA!"

"WHAT! This isn't funny!" (Ryan)

"Sorry, my chick , I didn't mean to make fun of you. Your theory is funny, but it only demonstrates your ignorance..." (Nathan)

"In that case, explain me! I've had enough Nathan ! I'm sick of not knowing anything about what's going on here ! I deserve to know the truth too Dad !" (Ryan)

"Huh." (Nathan)

Just after saying the word "Dad". Ryan's face turned into a kettle, his skin color turning bright red and shame rose in him. But Nathan on his side started to smile tenderly and as if to thank his little one. He brought his face closer to Ryan and gave him a kiss full of love on the forehead and said to him in a soft voice. :

"It's in moments of rage and anger against their bros that guys always inadvertently reveal their true feelings, their true love for others. Because then they stop thinking about their masculinity and express everything that society forbids them to be in public." (Nathan)

When this happens the right answer to give them is to tell them that whatever they feel the captain that I am will not judge them… That's what my tutor, the captain of Delta 23, told me one day…" (Nathan)

"Your tutor seems amazing?" Ryan said in a shaky voice but was reassured by the muscular man's words.

"You have no idea how much..." (Nathan)

Nathan then took the roll of gray tape that was lying on the table and cut a strip from it.

"Come on... question time is over. You know the rules, my boy..." (Nathan)

"Yes, when my mouth is taped, I stop thinking and obey without question." (Ryan)

"Good boy..." (Nathan)

Nathan gently placed the strip on his little one's lip and smoothed it all out with his fingers before untying it. Ryan moaned slightly into his gag.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shhhh... Come on little one, it's time to sleep" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Ryan nodded and headed towards the bed after being untied that was just behind him in the back of the room. Once he was settled under the duvet, Nathan came to give him a last kiss and said: "Have a good night my child."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" the young man said one last time before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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15 minutes after Ryan fell asleep. Nathan who was watching him standing next to him moved to the stairs and went up to the first floor of the chalet. Until the door of a small room which he opened.



The room was tiny, barely able to accommodate a double bed and a large wardrobe on the left side of the room. The only light was two bedside lamps on whose yellow light gave an orange tint to the wooden floorboards covering the entirety of the floor, walls and ceiling. But that was none of this that Nathan saw first.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Lay on the bed, his back against the mattress, Greg found was full naked, his limbs spread and tied to each corner of the bed with ropes and leather handcuffs slipped over his wrists and ankles.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Little Jeff's tutor was gagged with a leather muzzle and could only make a low moo.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

But contrary to what one might believe, the muscular man did not fight for his freedom. As soon as he arrived, Greg looked at Nathan with eyes filled with a certain desire while moving his buttocks up and down...

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Pff... We wonder where the virile man who was bragging just now has gone?" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know, I know… That's what you want. Isn't it…" (Nathan)

Nathan unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his cock, already half hard from Greg's moos. "I'm coming, slut! I'll finish getting ready and I'll fuck your ass..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"


To be continued…
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Chapter 9: Behind the mask.

I sometimes remember joy. Or rather, I remember that it once existed. When I was younger, I didn't think that a man would suddenly change. That after experiencing this or that thing, his personality would change so radically.

That's what I experienced that day. I, Jeff Morison died. Another boy was born and took my place, replacing me in the real world.



There is another me who lives in my place. A stranger, an unknown, such are the thousands of people you pass in the subway, without knowing who they are. It interests no one.

Nobody asks who the people next to us are in transport. Just like nobody wanted to be interested in me. People are selfish by nature. They seem to be empathetic and want to help you. Especially women…

They are the worst hypocrites. They pretend to want to help you to betray you better and stab you in the back. They are all sluts, whores!

Why am I supposed to love them? Make them kids and pay for everything, pay for everything, always pay for everything…
This world makes no sense…

Humans are only selfishness, there are no naturally kind people in this world. Only personal interests. Whether it is love or friendship, all humans only want one thing. Use the other like a Swiss army knife that we will throw away once it has become useless.

Every now and then I have this strange dream where I'm sitting on the floor by my bed. In a big dark room with a kind of projector light shining on me from afar. I cry, curled up on myself. Enduring the comments of the female-shaped ghosts surrounding me over and over again.

It's your fault! You liked it!
It's your fault! You liked it!
It's your fault! You liked it!
It's your fault! You liked it!
It's your fault! You liked it!
It's your fault! You liked it!

It's your fault! You liked it!

Their words pierce my eardrums! Paralyze me on the spot. Because it is true. This day or after class, she asked me to stay in the classroom. I took pleasure in it…

I was happy to see her riding my manhood. I had done the thing that every 14 year old boy is supposed to dream of. I fucked the most beautiful teacher...

So why do I regret it today? Why this feeling of shame, of humiliation that lingers in the depths of my heart? I'm a guy, it's obvious that I enjoyed it. I'm not going to say no. That would have been ridiculous...

Besides, that's why the other teachers congratulated me. "You're a real guy now!" That's what they told me when I wanted to talk to them about it. It made them laugh...

Which means it's not a big deal as they laugh about it...

So why? Why do I blame myself for letting this happen… I don’t understand…

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On his side Nathan was still in the small room facing Greg, naked, tied up and gagged on the bed.
Ryan's tutor was lightly masturbating himself to get fully hard.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Calm down... I know it's been 3 months since the last time... but you're not 2 minutes away?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Now that Nathan's cock was hard as a rock. The tutor completely removed his jeans which threw to the back of the room. He then went to one of the bedside tables. Or after opening the drawer, took out several XL condoms and a tube of lubricant.

Nathan put everything down at Greg's feet, who continued to moo impatiently:

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Everything is good for me... Well almost, because I kept a little final surprise for you..."

"Mmmppphhh?"

With a smirk of a dominator, the tutor walked over to the large closet to the left of the bed. He reached out his arms, grabbed the wrists and said, "Open Sesame!" before jerking the closet doors open. Which made Greg scream at the revelation of the "final surprise."

“Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”
“Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmppphhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

Because inside the closet was Jeff. Greg's little one standing with his hands handcuffed high up to the horizontal bar where the hangers are placed.



The young man dressed only in his green Eagle boxers. He was not only tied up but also gagged with several turns of gray tape. A black bandanna covered his eyes and a construction noise-canceling helmet was placed on his head, preventing him from hearing the slightest sound…

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
“Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

Greg struggled against his bonds and screamed into his gag, mad with rage at what Nathan had done to his little one. The calm and excitement of the tutor had disappeared, giving way to an uncontrollable masculine rage.

“Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

"Calm down, Toreador!" Nathan shouted with such authority that Greg obeyed immediately.

"Much better... It's normal that you're angry, my friend, but it's your fault... You wanted to act all manly with me.

You lied to your little one by making him believe that you were the most masculine of men. And honestly I could have let you play your part, if you hadn't attacked me like a coward. So I am forced to tell your little one the truth... He will see with his own eyes what a big slut you are..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan gave a devilish smirk and took off the noise-canceling headphones Jeff was wearing over his black cap that was on backwards. The young man who had been awake for a long time, was perfectly calm and stoic. Until the first sounds hit his ears again.

The boy then began to speak into his scotch tape while Greg's tutor remained completely silent.

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!” (jeff)

The tone of the little boy's mooing made Nathan understand that he was in a total panic.

“Hey… are you okay little one?”

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff recognized Nathan's voice. It reassured him a little, but his passive attitude worried Ryan's tutor who placed one of his hands tenderly on the boy's pectoral.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shhhh... Calm down little one. I won't hurt you. Understood" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Jeff nodded. He could feel Nathan's caring warmth running through his body. It was the first time a man had touched him here in such a gentle way.

"I'm going to slowly remove the blindfold. Don't move, okay?" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan slowly pulled the cloth that covered the young man's eyes. The young man was immediately taken aback by the sight of his tutor tied and gagged on the bed.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shhhh... Everything's fine little one, I'm not going to hurt him on the contrary. I'm going to show you what a real dominant male does..." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan took the boy's chin and lifted his head, forcing him to look at him. Then he gently rubbed his taped lips.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Everything is fine my little one... let this warmth enter you..." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know you're scared. But we're among men, no one here is going to humiliate you. Because among the yellows we have principles. We treat each other with equality and respect so don't worry... I'm not going to do anything to you, you understand..." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Jeff nodded. Without understanding why, he had the certainty that Nathan was not lying.


"On the other hand, you're going to have to free the lion between your legs." (Nathan)

Suddenly Ryan's tutor yanked Jeff's boxers down, revealing the huge beam between his legs.

"Wow... I saw it this morning, but from this angle there's no doubt about it. It's even bigger than Tyler's. You're one lucky little bulldog." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"It looks like the princess is waiting to receive the knight's sword... Look closely little one, that's what a real manly man does..." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan moved away from Jeff and climbed onto the bed near Greg's buttocks who remained silent so as not to lose face in front of his little one. Ryan's tutor took the condom which he tore off then placed gently on his hard cock. In front of Jeff so that the latter could see how to do things.

Nathan then untied the legs of his prisoner who remained silent. Before taking the tube of lubricant and spreading it all over his right hand.

Then he looked at Jeff who had wide eyes and said: "Look closely kid! That's how you do it with bitches!"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan lifted Greg's legs into the air then stuck his little finger into Greg's anus who was doing everything he could not to moan.

"You see kid first you have to dilate his hole otherwise you will never get in. Besides the goal is to make him scream with pleasure not pain so the lubrication is obligatory you understand?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Jeff nodded.

"Good boy... after that you start dilating again, but with two fingers" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Nathan put two of his fingers in Greg's ass who once again, held back his vocal pleasure.

"Here you go...relax, bitch!" (Nathan)

Once Greg's ass was ready, Nathan turned back to little Jeff. He then took the tube of lubricant and covered his entire cock with a huge amount of gel. All while looking at Greg's little one, whose eyes filled with admiration made him smile affectionately.

"I hope you're ready little bulldog, you're finally going to see what a real manly man is." (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff continued to moo into his gag not out of fear, but out of admiration for Nathan. Because the man exploded an overwhelming virile force with every word he said and every move he made. For the first time in his life the expression "being a man" finally made sense. For the first time Jeff had in front of him what he had always been looking for: a real male role model.

Nathan continued to smile affectionately at the boys and turned back to Greg still with his legs in the air waiting for his colleague's sword to finally relieve him...

Ryan's tutor began to slowly enter Greg's open ass. Sliding like in butter from the lubricant and the good preparation. And making the latter jubilee with pleasure.

"Aaaaaa… Still so good!" (Nathan)

On his side Greg was still holding back his jubilation, so as not to be totally humiliated in front of his little one. Nathan had trapped him. He intended to destroy all the manly image he had built for Jeff.

Greg couldn't accept it, but on the other hand he couldn't refuse Nathan's cock either. Because if the two men were almost egos in combat. On a sexual level there wasn't even a competition...

Nathan was the best active of all the tutors. That's how he dominated and humiliated them all. Ryan's tutor was nicknamed "the tiger" as his reputation as an active preceded him. He was also one of those 100% active men that no one has ever managed to fuck...

"Mmm...Mmmm…"

"How cute…. Did you see bulldog! He's holding back from screaming for you." Nathan said turning his gaze to the boy tied up in the closet.

"They're all the same... You act all manly but beg me to fuck your ass... Don't worry bulldog this whore won't hold back her screams for long..."

Nathan then began to thrust back and forth into Greg's ass, who was having more and more difficulty in reaching his limits.

"Mmm...Mmmm…"

"Mmmm...Mmmmmm…"

Nathan then sped up his speed which made Greg scream louder.

"Mmmm...Mmmmmm…"

"Mmmmpph...Mmmmmmpph…"

"Come on, bitch, scream! Let go! Show to little one, what a bitch you are!" (Nathan)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!”

Here we go! Scream louder you dirty whore! (Nathan)

“Mmmmmpppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!”
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!”

Nathan accelerated his back and forth movements again, violently hitting the ass of the attached tutor, who could no longer prevent his cries of pleasure from coming out.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!”

"HA… HA… HA… !"

“Mmmmmpppphhhhh Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!”

"HA… HA… HA… !"

And then Nathan shot four huge jets of cum into the condom at once, making Jeff's tutor cum with pleasure, who watched the performance with eyes full of admiration to the point that his cock had become completely hard.

"HA… HA… HA… !"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"HAAAAA……….…!"

"Mmmmpph...Mmmmmmpph…"
"Mmmm...Mmmmmm…"

Nathan pulled his cock out of Greg's ass, then removed the condom which closed with a knot and threw it in the trash can in the corner of the room. "Goal !" he said before turning his gaze to little Jeff.

"So you liked it?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Jeff nodded with his head. Nathan stood up and put his cock back in his pants. Then he took a small key out of his pocket to unlock the handcuffs that were holding the boy prisoner.

"I'm going to remove the tape, don't move little one..." he said before ripping Jeff's gag off as gently as possible.

"Ha...thanks" Jeff said, his gaze fixed on his tutor.

Nathan then reached into his back pocket to pull out a new condom and said with a proud smile to young Jeff: "I can see in your eyes that you're dying to try it, this is your chance... You want to prove that you're a man, so go for it!"

"I… I really can?" the young man answered, looking at Greg who closed his eyes for a few seconds as if he was hesitating, before opening them again and nodding.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff then rushed towards his tutor's ass still tied to the bed. Totally forgetting the existence of Nathan, who left the room to let the young man have the privacy of his first time with a guy.

Once the door of the small room was closed. Nathan went to join the living room where Ryan was asleep. But the man was surprised to see Tyler sitting there on a chair, who looked at the young Ryan asleep with his arms crossed.



"Well... I didn't think you'd be done this quickly?" (Nathan)

"I put Pablo in the cell for the night. I thought you would do the same for Ryan… who also disobeyed the rules…" (Tyler)

"I haven't seen them for 3 days, he deserves to spend a night with me..." (Nathan)

"I'm not an idiot Nathan... If you asked me to come, it's because you have something serious to tell me." (Tyler)

"Yes, that's true... Forgive me. I tend to forget that not so long ago you were in Ryan's place..." (Nathan)

"Spare me the blah blah and get to the point..." (Nathan)

"The director told me that Ryan was not chosen by the algorithm, someone hacked the server to force his registration, someone betrayed us…" (Tyler)

"And so I'm suspect number 1..." (Nathan)

"Yeah, I didn't want to believe it. But the more I investigated, the more it became clear that you were involved." (Nathan)

"So... Why are you talking to me about this, and telling not the directors everything?" (Tyler)

"Because I know you by heart my little angel. I know that you did not betray us and that you had a good reason to do that." (Nathan)

"Hmm… " (Tyler)

"I just want to understand your motivation Tyler. At first, I thought you wanted to distance yourself from me. Then I realized there was something else." (Nathan)

"How did you understand?" (Tyler)

"The very first day right before the selection race. You're the one who tied Ryan's hands behind his back. You the rope specialist, usually so cold with the new kids. You were the sweetest thing with Ryan. Which means you already knew who he was, right." (Nathan)

"Hmm... Let's imagine that this is true. What does it change? In the end, it is the director who alone decides on the competition of the teams. (Tyler)

"That's why I don't understand... I need an answer Tyler, why did you force Ryan onto this list?" (Nathan)

“Forcibly… Do you really think I forced him?” (Tyler)

"What?" (Nathan)

"You obviously don't understand who your little one really is. He's a lot less innocent and pure than you think." (Tyler)

"What do you mean?" (Nathan)

"That he was the one who paid me to register him among the candidates…" (Tyler)

"WHAT!" (Nathan)

"You heard me right, the one you call Ryan contacted a hacker on the dark web to force his registration within the PASC. I only carried out the request of a client…" (Tyler)

Nathan was paralyzed by this revelation. It changed everything, he had assumed that Ryan's registration was done by the cult that threatened the director. But Tyler's revelations changed everything... So much so that he took stock in his head:

"OK... Think about it Nathan. If this cult has no responsibility for Ryan's registration. That means: First, there is no traitor to the PASC.

Second, Ryan is not the target they are trying to kidnap… But then where does his power come from? The director lied to me… I can't believe it. It's even more absurd than a traitor being among us…

But there is no other explanation, Tyler is not lying. I can see it in his eyes... The director is hiding something from me too." (Nathan)

"If you want answers maybe you should find out more about where all this mess came from..." Tyler said turning his gaze to Nathan's sleeping little one.

"You want me to get into his heart? What do you know about him Tyler?" (Nathan)

"Only Ryan-Kage is not his real name. It's an identity he created himself. As for the rest, only you who possess the resonance will be able to discover it." (Tyler)

"Why are you telling me all these things today?" (Nathan)

"As you, I want little chick to become the greatest of men. I became a tutor cause of you, Nathan. And I only wish one thing. That the young ones do not have to suffer as much as we do." (Tyler)

At his words Tyler got up from his chair and headed towards the exit.

"HEY! Wait!" Nathan shouted, turning Pablo's tutor around.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am extremely proud of what you have become. My little angel." (Nathan)

Tyler gave a fond smirk in response and left the cabin. Leaving Nathan to join his little one in bed. Tenderly, he placed it on the boy's chest and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, chick, but I'm gonna have to explore your heart a little, don't worry. But if Tyler's telling the truth, then I have to rethink your whole upbringing..." (Nathan)

Nathan then closed his eyes, concentrated and opened them abruptly. He now found himself inside Ryan's heart.

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The tutor was then seized with a terror such as he had never felt before. So much so that the hairs on his arms turned iridescent and drops of sweat ran from his forehead.

"I...It's a joke !"

Ryan's tutor couldn't speak, faced with what was before his eyes.

"I... I expected a complex defense system like I've seen hundreds of. But this is a whole other story... It's normal to have secrets, but to build the fucking Tower of Babel as a security system... Ryan, who are you really? What are you hiding from me...?"



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“BIIIIIIIIIIIP BIIIIIIIIIIIP!”
“BIIIIIIIIIIIP BIIIIIIIIIIIP!”
“BIIIIIIIIIIIP BIIIIIIIIIIIP!”

The sound of my phone's alarm clock waking me up from my sleep. I've always had a really big problem sleeping. And of course, every time I managed to get some restful sleep, that fucking alarm clock sounded...

I then took my phone, cut off this abominable sound, then looked at the time, 9:30. "It's okay, I have an appointment with the yellow faggots in two hours," I said to myself.

I look at this room that was mine, wondering if the other team had more luck than us.

Our boarding school is located in a small gray concrete building, right next to the boys' residence called B-3. Which accommodates some of its rich kids in science and/or mathematics training.





My room was tiny. Made up of mass-produced factory furniture, with an aesthetic close to that of a prison. There was a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe and a window that didn't open fully.



I got out of bed and walked down the yellow-painted hallway. As if in a sort of irony for the red team that we formed.



The end of the corridor reached. I opened the door of the communal bathroom, in order to rinse my face. Once that was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed my ugliness and my deformed face. "You'd say a fucking ghoul." I said to myself in a low voice, spitting out all the hatred that me, Khadie Dutant. I projected onto this face that was supposed to be mine.





After wiping my face, I went down to the ground floor. There was the kitchen which also served as a dining room, TV room, and entrance.



Sitting on a chair in front of the table was Souleyman in front of his laptop. He turned his gaze towards me and said:

"You're finally awake... Dude, did you see the time?" (Souleyman)



I then took my phone out of my pocket to see that it was 10:30.

"Shit ! sorry man…" (Khadie)

"It doesn't matter... since everyone has already left, we can talk here in peace." (Souleyman)

"Okay… " (Khadie)

I had some coffee which I heated up in the microwave before sitting down and listening to Souleyman.

"Well, let's take stock of our plans. Can you confirm that the yellows are not aware of the competition?" (Souleyman)

"Yes, I don't know why but none of their tutors warned them…" (Khadie)

"It doesn't make any sense, but we're not going to complain. Do you really think you can manipulate them?" (Souleyman)

"Believe me, they're stupid... Our plan will work perfectly. We'll use them for the investigation on the revenge club, then we'll tie them up in a cellar. And we'll reap the victory for solving the investigation..."(Khadie)

"Yes, I know. But as I told Assane yesterday, there is a chance that the Greens will succeed before us." (Souleyman)

Souleyman turned his head towards the large whiteboard at the back of the room. On it was written the agenda. But above all a bar chart represented each team, the green one was the highest with 70 points. The red came in second with 50 points and the yellow one came in last with only 20 points.

"Look carefully... With your stupidity from the other day we lost 25 points. As a result we are second!" (Souleyman)

"Yeah, I know I screwed up the other day, thanks… I got yelled at enough for that… But honestly, you all would have done a thousand times worse, with that yellow moron handcuffed to you." (Khadie)

"That's not what Marco's report says but whatever... I discovered new things concerning the investigation."(Souleyman)

"I'm listening to you." (Khadie)

"The latest victim, Mr. Léandre de Sarabelle, was attacked in the street. The news on the local news channel SCTV immediately accused the club of revenge. Except that unlike all the others, this attack was not claimed by the club." (Souleyman)

"What, Really?" (Khadie)

"Yes, usually they posts a little video the day before announcing their next victim. But there is no video or message on the site. And as luck would have it, the video from the camera that filmed the street disappeared as if by magic…" (Souleyman)

"Hmm… So you think this has nothing to do with the club?" (Khadie)

"Yes and no because I found this video by hacking the police servers." (Souleyman)

"And what did you discover?" (Khadie)

"look for yourself…" (Souleyman)

Souleyman turned his screen towards me and showed me the video…
On the latter one could see Mr. de Sarabelle surrounded by 5 hooded men and dressed entirely in black, each holding a baseball bat. And then in the distance two women arrive. One dressed in black like the men but who also wore a sort of red carnival mask hiding her face.



As for the other woman, it was none other than Eva de Châtelet, the fiancée of M. de Sarabelle.

"Fuck!" I shouted in surprise.

"It sucks that there's no audio." (Khadie)

"Yes, that's why I ran the video through an AI that reconstructed part of the sound, it's not 100% reliable but it's interesting."

Souleyman then made me listen to the audio file.

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"What… Eva! What are you doing here my love?" (Leandre)

"You're really just an idiot, Leandre... You really think that I was going to marry a buffoon who was less rich than me, that I was going to let you sully my family name with your stupid project of colonizing Mars! Poor idiot! I know everything about your little Revenge Club! I have all the proof to bring you and you're friends down, so you're going to do everything I tell you!" (Eva)

"What! This is a joke…" (Leandre)

"Absolutely not... From this day on, I take total control of your pathetic organization. You will obey my orders like a good dog. If not, you and your friend will go directly to prison, that's clear!" (Eva)

"Um...yes…" (Leandre)

"WE SAY YES MISTRESS!" (Eva)

"Yes mistress!" (Leandre)

"Perfect... gentlemen, take care of him, I beg you. Make sure he understands the lesson well…" (Eva)

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"I... So it would be Eva de Châtelet who would have taken control of the club." (Khadie)

"Apparently, but again AI is not 100% reliable, but it is worth investigating." (Souleyman)

"I see... Do you want me to send the yellows to do that? While we contact her guy?" (Khadie)

"No. We're going to do the opposite. Send the yellows to spy on Léandre. Make sure he doesn't suspect that. In the same time, me and Assane are going to look for information on Eva. And Idriss is going to distract the greens on a false trail." (Souleyman)

"Okay, I have an appointment with them at 11am, I'll take care of it." (Khadie)

"Very well, but don't screw everything up yet, if the yellows understand our plans we're screwed." (Souleyman)

"I know... I know. No need to put pressure on me like that. Ousmane is already doing this good enough. Besides, have you seen how he's changed?" (Khadie)

"Yes... apparently he did a mission with the yellows and when he came back it was as if his personality had changed…" (Souleyman)

"Absolutely, he suddenly allowed us to dress as we wanted and eliminated all the compulsory weekend activities. As if something or rather someone forced him to change all this teaching…" (Khadie)

"That's why I tell you not to underestimate the yellows…" (Souleyman)

"I know what I'm doing man, don't worry I've got this under control." (Khadie)

“Yeah… that’s it.” (Souleyman)

"Okay, I'm going. See you later." (Khadie)

Souleyman went back to his PC and didn't even say goodbye to me as I walked out of the building to get to my black scooter.



Okay, let's go to the yellow idiots..." I said to myself before starting the contact and leaving.

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After 20 minutes of driving, I arrived at the meeting point. But strangely no one was there, I took out my phone and saw a message from an unknown number.

"Yo, I'm Daniel, another member of the yellows, we had a problem on the road. It's impossible for us to join you. So come and join us directly, I'll send you our position just below..."

"Oh, you idiots!" I thought to myself. The location wasn't very far, so I went there immediately. The place turned out to be an empty parking lot, so I asked for a hiking trail.



I took off my helmet, noticed the cold air of this early fall, then I looked at my phone. I noticed that no new messages had arrived. When suddenly. I felt something hit the back of my head. The blow was so strong that I fainted immediately, without even understanding what was happening…

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A few minutes later Khadie's mind slowly woke up. The young man immediately noticed that he was tied to a chair, his arms attached to the armrests with scotch tape as the first layer and ropes for the second.

Her legs were tied to the chair legs in the same way, as was her torso. However, to her great surprise, Khadie was not wearing a gag.

"Well... We know you're awake princess !" Said a male voice with authority. And then suddenly the young man tied up took cold water in his face. Force him to stop his little comedy.

"HA………" he said, getting up, seeing now in front of him. A young man a little older than him. Wearing a short beard, a fake Gucci cap, and a blue jacket.



Before Khadie could even say anything. The guy in blue gave him a huge slap right on his cheek provoking not only surprise but also a sharp pain that made him scream.

"OUCH !"

"Oh… I barely forced… Pablo told me you were stupid, but to throw yourself into such a basic trap… Honestly, even I would have understood…"

Khadie caught her breath and observed her surroundings . They quickly understood that they were in a sort of wooden cabin, with the door was wide open.



Just leaning against it, back to the wall. This found another young man dressed all in black. wearing a cap, an open down jacket over a sweater as well as cargo pants. Arms crossed looking and looking at Khadie with a cold and closed face.



The guy in the blue jacket sat on an old wooden chair, or right next to it he found an open backpack. Khadie looked at him, found all this view and ended up telling him:

"Who are you?" (Khadie)

"You still don't understand... I already tell you. My name is Daniel, and the threatening guy in the background is Brett, we're both members of the yellows." (Daniel)

"Okay I see... But where is the guy I was with the other day? I told him to come with everyone?" (Khadie)

Daniel then opened his shoulder bag and took out a cigarette that he had already rolled. He calmly lit it and smoked, completely ignoring Khadie's words.

"I'm the one asking the questions. Why did you want to see us?" (Daniel)

"I'll tell you once I'm untied." (Khadie)

“I’ll start again… Why did you want to see us?” (Daniel)

"The director asked me to investigate the revenge club with you, that's all." (Khadie)

"That's all... Sure, keep taking me for an idiot. We know for the team competition. You came to us to create a diversion. While your red friends solve this story alone and reap all the glory, right?" (Daniel)

Khadie didn't know what to say; the two members of the yellows had not only managed to capture him, but he had also understood their plans.

"Who is our leader?" (Daniel)

"Huh...What?" (Khadie)

"I asked you who leads the yellows?" (Daniel)

"No idea how you want me to know..." (Khadie)

"So you're even more ignorant than we thought... You see, idiot, we know who runs your group. His name is Ousmane, right?" (Daniel)

"What? How you?" (Khadie)

"You see there is a big difference between us. You worry about a stupid competition that has no meaning, where on our side. We want to discover the truth." (Daniel)

"The truth?" (Khadie)

"What is the real purpose of this training? What is the director hiding? Why are only boys selected? Why are teams with different principles and values facing each other? That's what we're working on... We don't have time for your stupid story. So answer my questions!" (Daniel)

"I… I don't understand anything." (Khadie)

"What did Ousmane tell you about us?" (Daniel)

"That you were losers, and that your education condemned you to cultural mediocrity." (Khadie)

"I see... What do you know about the revenge club?" (Daniel)

"Untie me and I will answer you." (Khadie)

"Okay whatever you want...Brett." (Daniel)

Daniel turned his gaze towards the young man with his back to the wall who came closer, so much so that he took out of his backpack a roll of gray tape and a multi-colored feather duster.





Khadie immediately understood their intention and began to protest.

"No...no, guys wait... Humm..."

Brett tore a long strip from the roll and stuck it on Khadie's lips. It wasn't a real gag, but its purpose wasn't to silence the young man.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

The young struggled against the bonds that held him imprisoned while screaming into his gags.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Brett then handed the feather duster to Daniel, who got up from his chair. While Brett stood behind Khadie, placed his hands on the tape. Created a surprise effect on the young man tied up who then increased his struggle and his screams.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Brett squeezed his face even harder in response.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"So I ask my question again... What do you know about the revenge club?" (Daniel)

“MmmpppGOhhhùmmFUCKppphhhYOURummSELF...!” (Khadie)

"Wrong answer..." (Daniel)

Daniel then pulled Khadie's t-shirt and began to rub the feather duster directly on Khadie's chest. Which directly provokes waves of uncontrollable laughter from her

“MmmpppHA...Mmmppp..HA..HA..HA..Mmmppp…” (Khadie)

After several minutes Daniel took the feather duster away and said : "So are you finally going to answer our questions?"

“MmmpppDIRTYhhhùmmFAGOTppphhhhFUCKERummDEppphSHIThhh...!” (Khadie)

"As you wish...I guess I have no choice anymore..." (Daniel)

Daniel pulled Khadie's jogging pants and boxers. Then he put the feather duster directly on her crotch.

"We'll see how long you can hold out like this..." (Daniel)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Daniel started to rub Khadie's crotch. But something was wrong. He could feel it through the feather duster. There was something hard and cold on the young mzn dick. Something he knew...

"NO! Don't tell me !" cried Daniel, who, noticing it, threw the feather duster far away and rushed to pull all the clothes from Khadie's bottom. Sadly revealing what Daniel had guessed."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"You...you have a chastity cage..." (Daniel)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Brett then pulled his hand away and ripped the tape off in one go.

"OUCH!" (Khadie)

"Why? Why are you trapped in this?" (Daniel)

Khadie lowered his gaze as shame ate away at him, but he also felt the need to speak. Caught in this contradiction the young guy tied to the chair remained motionless and silent.

"Hey look at me dude..." Daniel said in a soft and reassuring voice that saw Khadie's face lifted. Then surprisingly Brett who until then had been silent. Gently placed one of his hands on the ashamed boy's shoulder and said.

"You don't know it, but in the yellows we never make fun of a guy in distress." (Brett)

"Exactly...So tell us what's going on. Why did your dick end up in a cage?" (Daniel)

“It’s…it’s because of Ousmane.” (Khadie)

"What?" (Daniel)

"Even though he has relaxed some rules recently, the main one still applies. Namely, that the little ones must wear a chastity cage at all times and are only allowed to jerk off once every 10 days, in the shower..."(Khadie)

"WHAT! Are you kidding me!" (Daniel)

"I would like to... But it doesn't stop there. This wank is allowed to us on the sole condition of being the number 1 ranked team." (Khadie)

Daniel clenched his fist in anger. He who has been already locked up for 24 hours in one of his cages knew how horrible it was. But that was his fault, at that moment it was a punishment he deserved. bur for the reds the punishment was permanent.

"Ousmane explained to us that it was for our own good. That boys our age spend their time being jerk-off, that we must therefore learn to control our impulses. Furthermore, he is the only one who has the keys to the cages, which he never carries on him but in a mini transportable safe."

"And of course jerk off days are different for all of you..." (Daniel)

"Yes, like that the keys are never brought back at the same time... That's the truth. The real reason why I wanted to trap you. Because it's all my fault, if I hadn't messed up the treasure hunt the other day with Pablo. I'll still have the right to jerk me off... FUCK! I'M JUST A BIG SHIT!... sniff" (Khadie)

Right after these words Khadie cracked and started crying, completely engulfed by shame. It was then that Daniel placed his clenched fist on the young red's chest and said.

"Very well... we yellows will help you free yourself from these cages." (Daniel)

"Huh...what?" Khadie replied, raising her head.

"You heard me right, we're going to help you, but it's up to you to figure out how. You're going to join your friends and tell them that your plans have succeeded. In the meantime, collect as much information as you can on Ousmane. Once you have a plan of attack, contact us again." (Daniel)

"Ok fine...But what about the revenge club?" (Khadie)

"We'll talk about it another day... after the G-6 ceremony." (Daniel)

"Are you there too? Are you going to do security with us?" (Khadie)

"No... We'll be at the service of the food with the greens. We'll have to act as if we've never met, plus we'll probably be under constant surveillance by the tutors." (Daniel)

"Yes, we have our special meeting tonight, they will explain everything to us then." (Khadie)

"Yeah, us too. That's probably the case with the greens too… Brett." (Daniel)

"Okay." (Brett)

Brett began to untie Khadie who will ran away after her first second of freedom.

"Do you think he'll come back?" (Brett)

"Yeah, I know that kind of guy...he's clearly ready to do anything to save his bros." (Daniel)

"A bit like Ryan..." (Brett)

"Much less intelligent anyway..." (Daniel)

"It's true that even I seem intelligent next to him..." (Brett)

The two boys from the yellow team went outside. Daniel sat on the small wooden bench outside the chalet then took out a new cigarette already rolled.

"You should stop smoking that shit, it'll kill you" (Brett)

"I'm already aware, thanks..." (Daniel)

"What did you think? Should we tell Ryan the truth?" (Brett)

"Hmm... I don't know, know our little chick. He's going to want to help him right away. But we don't really have time for that. We have to find a way to pass the first exam or we'll all get fired." (Daniel)

"Yes, I know but that doesn't answer my question, should we talk to him about it or not?" (Brett)

"If we hide anything from him, he'll guess it right away. So yes... We'll obviously tell him everything. But not now, they're grounded for the whole day. So if you have plans for this afternoon, I'm open." (Daniel)

"There's a baseball game I was thinking about going to. Do you want to come?" (Brett)

"Why not, I have nothing better to do anyway" (Daniel)

Daniel crushed his cigarette butt, and left with Brett. The two young men joined the KTM 690 that Tyler had lent them to go out today and left the cabin. In order to enjoy their only free day this week.

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Later in the day at around 6pm Daniel and Brett returned to the yellow dorms.
When they opened the door to the dining room, all the tutors were waiting for them, sitting on chairs in a circle in the middle of the room.



"You're late, boys!"

"Sorry...the match lasted longer than expected..."

"Let this not happen again..."

Daniel and Brett then sat on the two remaining empty chairs. Ryan and Pablo were handcuffed with their hands in front and gagged with black ball gags. They had spent their entire day cleaning the entire dormitory from top to bottom. It was their punishment for having stolen objects from the punishment room, among other things.

"Well I hope you enjoyed your free Saturday, boys. Because tomorrow is the G-6 first years gala. And since I know you, you all forgot, didn't you..." (Nathan)

The 4 boys nodded yes.

"Obviously... Anyway, I declare the special meeting open for this event. I'm going to explain everything to you, so listen very carefully.

Every year the girls of the G-6 dormitory organize a back-to-school gala for the first year. Their parents and family are invited. The director gives a welcoming speech and everyone eats a delicious meal. Which should serve. At least that was before the director reorganized the evening a little...

To make it clearer let me tell you about the prince's game." (Nathan)

"The prince's game?" (Brett)

"The boys from the other dormitories are absolutely forbidden from participating in this event. Unless they successfully pass through a series of obstacles and traps that will lead them to the second entrance. This is what the reds will do, accompanied by one of you, Enzo, me and Raphael.

Our goal will be to capture the boys who try to enter through this second entrance. Is that clear?" (Nathan)

The 4 boys nodded yes.

Perfect. The table service of the meal will be done with the greens and only one other yellow in reinforcement. Nothing special here, you will just have to apply what you have been taught. Understood?" (Nathan)

The 4 boys still nodded yes.

"Okay, now let's talk about what wasn't planned at the start. The director is going to receive a special and extremely important guest. He is therefore going to have lunch with him one-on-one in a very discreet private room upstairs. Two of you are therefore going to carry out this extremely importent service. No mistakes will be tolerated. Did you understand correctly?" (Nathan)

The 4 boys once again nodded yes.

Very well maintained here is where you will be distributed get up at the moment i say your name :

"Daniel!" (Nathan)

"Yes."

"You will go with the red ones, me Enzo and Raphaël For the prince's game." (Nathan)

"Pablo!" (Nathan)

"Mmmpphhh Mmmpphhh."

"You'll be with the greens and Tyler." (Nathan)

"Ryan and Brett!" (Nathan)

"Mmmpphhh Mmmpphhh."

"Yes."

You will both be responsible for the VIP Lounge service. On that note, I declare the meeting over, Tyler and I will take the two punished back to their cells. The others will take care of the kitchen chores..." (Nathan)

This is how the day ended at the yellow dormitory, because he didn't know it yet but things were going to be deeply changed during this famous G-6 first years gala...

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In the midnight of that same day, in the genetic research institute of Studycity. A woman dressed in a white coat finished the analysis of a sperm sample, which her adoptive brother Marco gave her.



Sara never really loved her brother and she took a big risk by helping him in this way but scientific curiosity was stronger than her. And then while she waited in front of her screen for the results of the analysis someone behind her started to speak:

"So you like overtime…'

"WHO!" Sara replied in this turnaround. Discovering in front of her the director Mr. Edmound. Accompanied by two men in full military uniform who each aimed their assault rifle at the scientist.





"I... I can explain everything !" (Sara)

"That won't be necessary, did you really think my labs weren't riddled with hidden cameras and microphones?" (Edmound)

"I..." (Sara)

"So here's what's going to happen to you... You're going to do your experiment as if nothing had happened, but you're going to transfer the results directly to me. As for your brother, you're going to tell him that the sample was in far too bad a condition to get a result. Is that understood?" (Edmound)

"Absolutely, sir." (Sara)

"Good... Very good. I like to be understood the first time. My friend from delta 23 will stay with you to make sure that you transmit the results to me and me alone. On that, I wish you a good night's work..." (Edmound)

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To be continued

Chapter 10- part 1: The Prince's Game.

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Sunday, September 18: 4:45 p.m.

The 5 boys from the yellow team and their tutor head to the place where the first-year back-to-school gala for dormitory F-6 is being held.

Riding in the minibus, everyone was worried and anxious, because it was obvious to them that they would be evaluated. Even though they were not supposed to have this information. It could be read on their faces.

Especially Daniel, who looked out the window into the distance, lost in thought. The young man was worried about having to work with the Reds. Especially after meeting Khadie.

He had spent the whole night thinking about how the Reds were organized and what they were going through. It bothered him deeply, he wanted to help them but couldn't do anything. At least for now.

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After several minutes of driving, the yellow team arrived at their destination, in front of the entrance of a building made of glass called Salle Wagram.



The entrance was painted in a style imitating Greek pottery. With a glass roof on the ceiling, creating a well of light that illuminated the room, as if everyone was outside. As usual, with each discovery of a new building in the city. The young people of PASC find themselves totally captivated by the luxury that flows over each hand of this entrance.



"You're late..." Ousmane said with an annoyed air. The man was still wearing one of his 3-piece suits that suited him so well. "Come on... follow me, I'll take you to the staff locker room." He continued before guiding the youngsters of the yellow team through the corridors.

"You will find in the locker room a suit that fits you perfectly, with a youthful tie that will represent the color of your team. This will allow us to identify you, because you will also have to wear a mask that will hide your face."

"Really? Why?" Ryan asked in a naive voice.

"The goal is to prevent a potential skid from one of the girls on one of you. That would create scandals that the director refuses to have to manage..." replied Ousmane who continued to guide our young guys until arriving in front of a large solid wood staircase.



Ousmane stopped right in front, turned to the boys and said: "Well, those who will be serving the dinner will change upstairs. And the one among you who goes with the red ones will change downstairs, the tutors will come and get you in 10 minutes, so don't hang around too long and wait quietly in the locker room once it's finished."

"Okay, okay." Ryan replied. Before following his friends upstairs. But he had barely climbed a step, when the young man turned around and said to Daniel in a worried voice and eyes: "Take care of yourself, bro..."

"You too Ryan, be very careful..." he replied. The young man then went down the stairs until reaching a wooden door that he immediately opened. He arrived in a luxury locker room with dark wooden lockers and striped carpet on the floor. This made him express a "Wow!" of surprise at the beauty of the changing room that he had never imagined could be so lush.



Daniel then looked for the locker where his name was written. Once he found it, he opened it, discovering inside a light green camo military uniform, a pair of boots and a balaclava.







It was the first time that Daniel wore this kind of outfit and oddly enough, he liked it. The young man then looked at himself in the central mirror of the room. He smiled at his reflection while wondering how cute Ryan would look in this type of outfit.

And then suddenly the young man realized what he had just thought "Huh what?" he said totally confused. He was straight had always liked girls, but since Ryan had masturbated him he only thought of one thing, him and his adorable little face. He wanted to protect him at all costs, cuddle him when he cried but above all he wanted to give him pleasure. Touch his body gently and make him cum.

His thoughts were new to Daniel, he had never loved a dude until then or to be exact he had always refused his desires, because he was just as capable of loving girls.

But since Eva de Châtelet 's trap he no longer felt any attraction to the feminine. And he admired more and more the beauty of the masculine body.

Daniel put the hood around his neck when suddenly the locker room door opened.

"Good... You're done changing." Raphael said, dressed in the same military outfit as his little one.

"Are you okay? you look lost?" (Raphael)

"Yes, don't worry, I'm fine..." (Daniel)

"You can't lie to me, little one. I can see you're not well. So you're going to tell me what's wrong or you're not getting out of here!" (Raphael)

"Okay…Okay! It's just that…" (Daniel)

"That..." (Raphael)

"I... Since what happened the night I went to see that girl. I can't jerk off like I used to..." (Daniel)

"You mean in thinking about girls?" (Raphael)

"Yes... I can't do it anymore but as soon as I think of Ryan..." (Daniel)

"It becomes automatic." (Raphael)

"Yes... I think I'm becoming fag, Raphael..." (Daniel)

The young man lowered his gaze overcome by shame, the tutor then approached his little one, then suddenly grabbed him by his top. The young man then found himself with his back pressed against his tutor's chest.

Daniel tried to answer but didn't even have time to open his mouth before Raphael put his huge hand on it.

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!” (Daniel)

"Shh... Calm down, my little clown" said the adult, while holding the boy against himself with his second arm.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Daniel continued to struggle, but felt the warmth of his tutor invade him little by little. Until he calmed down completely.

"That's good... your a good boy." (Raphael)

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!” (Daniel)

Raphael then began to gently rub Daniel's left pectoral spreading even more love to his little one. Who couldn't stop his little cock from getting hard.

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!” (Daniel)

After several seconds of caressing, the young man finally calmed down.

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!” (Daniel)

"There you go... You're a good, well-behaved boy. Now listen to me carefully, no one among the yellows is straight. There are only men passionate about love for the masculine. You included..." (Raphaël)

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!” (Daniel)

"I know, my little one. This is new for you. Your desires have recently changed and it disturbs you, it's normal. I myself became gay at 22. Before that, I loved and went out with girls." (Raphaël)

"Mmmppphhh???" (Daniel)

"My love for men is not something I chose, but I was not born that way. This passion grew within me as my life progressed. And then one day, women no longer interested me.

Over time, I no longer felt the need to prove to the world that I was straight. But above all, I no longer saw myself living with a woman for the rest of my life. I had, from the bottom of my heart, the absolute will to live with virile men. This means totally free from the obligation to be straight, to have a trophy wife as a form of social success or to constantly prove who has the biggest.

Those behavior blocks men’s from their true potential. That's why I chose to join the Delt..." (Raphaël)

"Mmmppphhh???" (Daniel)

"Sorry... That's why I chose to become a tutor... To free the youngest from their mental prison. So I would really like you to understand that all tutors are there for you. That crying is not a shame and that everyone needs hugs. Do you understand?" (Raphael)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Daniel said as he nodded yes.

"Good... Come on my boy, put on your hood and follow me. The others are waiting for us." (Raphael)

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Sunday, September 18: 5:45 p.m.

Daniel follow his tutor through the corridors, then finally reach the exit. "Put your hood on Daniel." Raphael said as he watched his little one do so. "Behind the door is where the prince's game will take place. You will go directly next to the young reds in line who are all wearing the same outfit. And no ask questions, understood ?"

"Okay...Very well." Daniel replied, just before obeying and putting on the hood. The tutor then opened the emergency door. They opened onto a huge parking.



Daniel was then shocked by what was a giant labyrinthine structure built on the parking lot.



The young man's gaze then went directly to the yellow and red tutors dressed in the same outfit but without hoods. Thus discovering the faces of the red tutors for the first time.







Daniel went to join the other yellows placed in line and whose faces were hidden by the hood.

"Well... now that everyone has arrived we can explain to you how things are going" Nathan said before handing out to each child a small rack of paper stapled together.

"Now turn the first page and look at the second." (Nathan)

The boys immediately complied, discovering the drawn diagram of a labyrinth.



"This is a map of the labyrinth, the black square to the north is where we are. As for the two crosses to the south, these are the two starting points of the boys. Their goal during the game will be to reach the door just behind you. Now look at the next page." (Nathan)



"Perfect. The red crosses you see correspond to traps that will immobilize the candidates. There will be 4 teams called internal and one external. Let's start with the internal, their goal will be to intercept then tie up and gag the players who try to wait for the exit. Now turn the page." (Nathan)

The five young men complied immediately.



"The red circles represent the intervention zones of the internal teams, so there will be me and Marco. Khadie with Enzo and Nabil with Jawad. Khadie, you will give me back the documents and leave with Enzo to your position. The same for you Idriss." (Nathan)

The two young men gave the sheets to Nathan. And each left with their designated trainer into the labyrinthine.

"Okay...now let's talk about you, the external team. Please turn the page of your documents." (Nathan)



"Your role will be firstly. To recover the candidates who have been tied up and gagged. For this, this grid will serve as a reference point... Souleyman!" (Nathan)

"Yes!" replied the young man.

"You will serve as an operator who will guide your comrade through the labyrinth." (Nathan)

"Understood..." (Souleyman)

“Perfect. Go to the next page.” (Nathan)



"Like before, the black square represents the area where you are. The one that gives access to the door just behind you. If one of the players manages to enter the building, they will have won. Your goal will therefore be to prevent this at all costs." (Nathan)

The boys nodded yes.

"But once we get the guys tied up, what do we do with them?"

"I was going to get to that... The blue rectangles represent 3 vans that will arrive shortly. Souleyman will guide you from number 2. 1 and 3 will be used to lock up the prisoner players until the end of the game." (Nathan)

"Do you all understand?" (Nathan)

The boys nodded yes.


"Okay, very good." (Nathan)

"My 3 colleagues will go and get the vans, I will stay here to help you and answer your questions. Once the vehicles are installed you can go to the storage rooms." (Nathan)

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It was at this moment that Daniel noticed something strange on his sheet. As if there was some sort of black drawing on the next page.

Intrigued and no longer listening to Nathan, he turned the page of his rack of paper and was suddenly shocked. In front of him was a printed image of a castle in black and white with writing in huge letters: "All the answers are here..."



"What the… ?" he thought to himself before being brought back to reality by Nathan.

"OH! DANIEL!" (Nathan)

"Huh? What?" (Daniel)

"I asked you if you understood everything about the game?" (Nathan)

The young man folded the papers as if nothing had happened and replied: "Yes, I understood everything, don't worry". At that moment, 3 vans arrived and parked in the same place as the diagrams. Nathan then opened the back door of the one parked in the center and our young men discovered the latest spy equipment inside.



"Well now give me the documents back..." Nathan said.

Daniel's two colleagues immediately complied, Daniel hesitate a second, thinking back to that strange photo that he had barely had time to see...

"Oh! Daniel ! " (Nathan)

"Um... Sorry Nathan, but I absolutely have to go pee..." (Daniel)

The tutor sighed, visibly annoyed by Daniel's request.

"Very well… do that quickly in the maze..." (Nathan)

"Thank you..." (Daniel)

Daniel then ran and hid in the corridors of the labyrinth, after making sure that no one was following him. He took out his phone and took a picture of the mysterious black and white image.

"I'll have to talk about to others, I'm sure it's important," he said to himself. The young man then joined Nathan and the others who were waiting for him.

"Well now that everyone is ready, I'm going to give you some earpieces that will allow you to communicate with each other." (Nathan)

Nathan then gives each of the young people a sort of cute Bluetooth headset.

"Perfect, we'll go to our respective posts. Take advantage of the time you have left to plan your strategies." (Nathan)

Nathan and the other tutors left for their posts while the three remaining youngsters each raised their hoods for introduce themselves.

"Ok, finally calm down, I'm Assane, nice to meet you"



"I'm Souleyman."



"And me Daniel, I'm with the yellows, but you already knew that..."



Daniel answered as if he knew nothing about the red team. But he was not stupid, he could see in Assane eyes that Khadie had told him about what happened the day before. But this was definitely not the place to start a war between red and yellow, especially alone. So the young man continued the discussion as calmly as possible.

"How many people do you think will play this game?" (Daniel)

"About 50... All unbearable rich kids, I advise you to be careful, drone cameras will follow us constantly, to make sure we don't go too far..." (Souleyman)

"I see..." (Daniel)

Assane and Daniel continued to chat as Souleyman got into the spy van.

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Sunday, September 18: 6:55 p.m.

And then, after a long minute of discussing everything and nothing, several drones appeared around the two young men.

"The game will start in 5 minutes..." said an automated voice from everyone's earpiece.

"This is Souleyman, can you hear me?"

"5/5." (Assane)

“Absolutely yes…” (Daniel)

"Ok... I see the grid of the labyrinth I will guide you once inside, Assane you will stay here as much as possible to guard the door." (Souleyman)

"Are you sure?" (Daniel)

"Yes, the tutors will logically tie the candidates securely enough so that we can make several round trips without any problems." (Souleyman)

"There is still a risk that he will be released by another candidate, right?" (Daniel)

"No... that's not going to happen. These rich kids all have the main character syndrome... they'll never think of helping each other. On the contrary, if they can eliminate the competition and come across as the valiant knight, they'll do it without any hesitation. That's how guys work." (Assane)

"2 minutes before the start of the game." said the robotic voice the two boys then put their hoods back on so that the players could not see their faces.

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5..4..3..2..1..0

"Okay, nothing reported yet..." Souleyman said. But after a minute or two, Daniel and Assane received a new communication.

"Ok I have a first prisoner to recover in C-6. Daniel I will show you the way. Assane stays here for the moment." (Souleyman)

"Okay." (Daniel and Assane)

Daniel then started running in the maze following Souleyman's instructions, the young man was not the strongest physically from the yellows. But he was without a doubt the one who ran the best and the fastest. Which for this game made him the perfect candidate.

After a few minutes of running through the corridors made of giant bushes, Daniel finally heard someone's voice moaning.

"Mmm...Mmmm…"

He then turned his head to the right and said: "target spotted, I proceed with extraction". Then he walked slowly towards the first victim of the games.

It was a young man with short, unshaven hair, but perfectly combed. The boy of about 20-23 years old wore a shirt with a black tie. Accompanied by pants and suit shoes.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Once he arrived at the young man's feet, Daniel could only see that the latter was gagged with gray tape and tied with his hands behind his back, his wrists crossed. In a hemp code structure, typical of Nathan.

"No luck for him." Daniel said to himself. "Nathan only feels sorry for his little Ryan. There's no way he can break away by himself..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

As the young man tied up continued to moo into his gag. Daniel looked up intrigued by a strange noise. He then noticed that a drone camera was filming him.

Daniel then closed his eyes took a deep breath and said in a falsely happy and cheerful voice: "Yo kid! I'm #4. I'm the one in charge of transporting your loser ass out of here. So you're going to be a good boy and stay quiet okay?"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" replied the young man who continued to struggle against the ropes.

"I told you it was useless..." Daniel continued, grabbing the boy in his arms like a princess.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

The boy continued to struggle in all directions until Daniel finally let him fall to the ground. Causing the victim a moan in pain.

"Mmmppphhh...!"

"Listen... I'm not a bad guy, but if you keep going I'm going to have to show those watching us the magnificent color of your underwear..." (Daniel)

Following his words the tied up young man immediately changed his behavior. From a caged lion to a harmless little dog.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"There you go... Good boy." (Daniel)

Daniel then took the guy in his arms and ran towards the exit, following Souleyman's directions again. And then on the way, the young man saw a strange object at the end of an intersection. It was a large laundry chariot from which came a noise that Daniel knew only too well...



"Mmm...Mmmm…"

"OH...My boss gave me a bonus gift..."

Daniel approached the cart, noticing what he had guessed. Namely, that another young man was tied up and gagged inside, in exactly the same way as the first.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Oh... A blondie, my favorite!" (Daniel)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Indeed the young man tied up in the cart had blond hair. with also a perfectly styled short hair. And was obviously wearing the same outfit as the first player, a shirt with a black tie.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

The blond in the cart made a surprised expression when he saw the one in Daniel's arms who immediately replied with sarcasm: "Oh! It seems like the loser princess knows the loser knight. It's so cute..."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" The blond replied with angry eyes. "Ha… A little hothead… My favorite. Too bad I don't have time to take care of you personally…"

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Daniel then threw the boy he was holding in his arms like a sack of potatoes into the cart.

"Mmmppphhh!"

He then began to push the cart following Souleyman's instructions, who whispered into his earpiece: "I know you can't answer me, but I wanted to tell you that you are a real sadist."

Daniel smiled under his hood as he continued to push the cart where the two prisoners continued to moo into their gags.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

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After several minutes of being guided by Souleyman. Daniel finally arrived at the level of the vans, stopping behind the number 1. He looked again at the two boys, who continued their symphony of muffled sound.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Okay boys! Train terminus, everyone decent!" (Daniel)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Daniel opened the back door of the vehicle and threw the two young people in like objects.

"Well... My boys, I advise you to act quickly if you want to having fun. You won't be alone here for very long..."

"Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmppphhh!"

The blond boy yelled with eyes filled with mad rage. Daniel then gave the boys one last wink before slamming the door of the van.

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Daniel had barely closed the door when he saw Assane also come back with a laundry cart but filled with 3 tied and tape gagged boys.







Daniel and Assane then continued their respective round trips, always under Souleyman's instructions. They picked up the captured boys again and again, until after an hour. A robotic voice told them that the game was over.

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Sunday, September 18: 8:04 p.m.

The two young men waited for the return of the teams in the labyrinth. Once everyone returned. Raphaël opened the back of the first van. Noticed the impressive number of young men captured, who all began to scream into the tape that covered their mouths. Thus creating a totally incomprehensible sound.



"Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmmmppppphhhhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH !" Raphael yelled, silencing the boys in a micro second. The tutor then started counting the dudes in his head before slamming the door and doing the same thing with van #3."

"Okay, dear little ones. You've take 44 players out of 50. That means 6 managed to get in. That's a very good result. We're now going to move on to the extraction in the basement, I'm going to lead the way. You, make sure no boys escape." (Raphael)

The 5 young people from PASC nodded, Raphael then opened the door of the vehicle and untied the legs of several young people. He then chose a group of 4 ordering them to follow him, Daniel bringing up the rear.



Daniel followed the group of tied up boys through the hallways of the building. Until they reached an old wooden staircase leading to a large cellar where Pablo and Khadie had already started to pile up the imprisoned boys.



"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" "Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" could be heard from some young men, who continued to bellow in anger. Even though no one paid them any attention.

"Daniel...Go help the other groups, I'll stay here to watch over them." (Raphael)

"Very well" said Daniel who came out of the cellar.

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And then as he walked down the hallway a massive headache hit Daniel all at once. The pain was so bad that he couldn't stand anymore and fell on his legs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa…!"

"Daniel it's me! Ryan!"

"What! What is it?" Daniel couldn't believe it he heard Ryan's voice speaking to him.

"I'm sorry... I had to use my power to talk to you but this is an absolute emergency !" (Ryan)

"I… I'm going crazy, aren't I ?" (Daniel)

"No Daniel. It's relay me who's talking to you. But it's not the most urgent! I'm with Pablo in the toilets on the 2nd floor. Join us immediately!" (Ryan)

"Aaaaa… Ok… ok. But tell me what's going on ?!" (Daniel)

"Brett was kidnapped !" (Ryan)

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To be continued.

Chapter 10-2: The Back-to-School Gala.

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Sunday, September 18: 4:45 p.m.

Ousmane stopped right in front of the large wooden staircase, turned back to the boys and said: "Good... Those who will be serving dinner will change upstairs. And the one of you who goes with the reds will change downstairs. The tutors will come and get you in 10 minutes, so don't hang around too long and wait quietly in the locker room once it's finished."

"Okay, fine," Ryan replied. Before following his friends upstairs. But barely had he climbed a few steps, the young man turned around and said to Daniel in a worried voice and eyes, "Watch yourself, bro..."

"You too, Ryan, be very careful..." he replied. The young man then climbed the stairs until he reached a wooden door, which he immediately opened.

Ryan, surprised by the beauty of the place, cannot help but let out a "WOW!" of subjugation.

But he had barely had time to look around the room when his gaze fell on his comrades right in front of him.



"What's stopping me from beating you up here and now!" Brett said, shirtless in his underwear. Facing him was Jeff from the green team.



Ryan looked at the young man from the green team intrigued, he knew he had already seen him somewhere: "But yes it's true, it was him who came with his tutor to our gym so to speak... his name is Jeff I think..." he said to himself.

The tension between Brett and Jeff radiated throughout the room, but Ryan noticed something strange: Jeff was alone. Brett had Pablo right behind him, ready to retaliate in case of an attack where Jeff had no one. Ryan then turned his head to look further to his right and saw two other boys, one blond and one short, each putting on their shirts, in total indifference to what was before their eyes.





One of the young man then started looking at Ryan with contempt, which was expressed through a "pfff..." that came out of his mouth.

Jeff then turned his gaze to Ryan. Puzzled, he asked in his high-pitched voice, "Uh...? Is there a problem?" Jeff didn't answer, but looked Ryan in the eyes.

Ryan then felt the young man's emotions. He could sense the fear and anxiety he was hiding behind his aggression, and then the urge to hug Jeff rose within him. Suddenly, Ryan had a flashback remembering his encounter in the transient world with Greg, his tutor.

"I completely forgot... I promised Greg I'd save Jeff! But how? We don't even know each other..."

"What's going on here!" an authoritative male voice suddenly shouted from the entrance to the locker room.

All the boys turned around at the arrival of Tyler, whose voice the yellow ones had immediately recognized. But he wasn't alone; two other muscular men accompanied him.

The first had a short beard and wore a white t-shirt that perfectly fitted his muscular arms.



The second one had a slight goatee and very short hair. And wore a purple basketball jersey.



"What are you doing here!" shouted the man in the purple jersey.

"Nothing Bastien…" Jeff replied.

"So go back and change instead of wasting time !" (Bastien)

"Same for the yellows ! Hurry up and change ! We're late enough as it is..." (Tyler)

Jeff and the yellows team returned to change it,, Ryan then opened the wooden locker on which his name was written. They discovered a black suit of a white shirt and a yellow tie.

Ryan sighed inwardly, hating wearing that kind of clothing. Unlike Pablo, who had always dreamed of one day being able to afford a nice suit. But just as he'd taken off his t-shirt, Ryan noticed some kind of paper lying on the small shelf at the top of the locker.

Intrigued, the young man picked up the sheet of paper and realized it was a photo of a woman. The image was completely faded and the edges burned. Ryan then turned the photo over and saw the name written behind it : Meiko Sugimari.



"Weird... someone must have forgotten it," Ryan said before putting the photo down and continuing to change. After putting on the suit pants, Ryan realized he was supposed to take off the chain necklace Nathan had given him the very first day they met.

Ryan only took it off to sleep, this jewel symbolizing the pact between Ryan and Nathan to make him "the greatest of men." The young man then turned his head toward Tyler, who was standing there watching them with his arms crossed.

Pablo's tutor immediately understood Ryan's request and nodded his head in agreement. The young man then smiled before continuing.

Then, once everyone was finished, it was the tutors' turn to change. They also wore suits and ties, but all in black.

"Although everyone is gathering in front of the exit, your phones will remain in the lockers. Is that understood?" (Tyler)

The boys from both teams obeyed without question.

"Perfect... we'll do a general presentation since this is the first time the greens and yellows will be working together."

"I'm Tyler, tutor for the yellows."



"I'm Kyle, tutor at the Greens."



"Bastien, also tutor for the greens"



"I'm Pablo from the yellow team."



"I'm Benjamin, I'm on the green team."



"Brett, I'm yellow."



"Hugo, leader of the green team."



"My name is Ryan, I'm with the yellows."



"Jeff…"



"Okay... now that everyone has introduced themselves, I'm going to ask the two team leaders to come forward." (Tyler)

Without an ounce of hesitation, Hugo stepped forward with his back straight, revealing the pride of his ego.

The yellow team didn't have an official leader, so Brett raised his hand first and said aloud, "Our leader is Ryan. ."

"What?" the young man replied curtly, taken aback. Ryan hated the idea; he completely refused any privileges or special treatment. One of his greatest wishes was to be on the same level as his friends.

"I know you hate it bro… But you're clearly the leader of the team." (brett)

"What?! No! Not at all…" (Ryan)

"I agree." Pablo said, raising his hand.

"Seriously !" (Ryan)

"I also consider Ryan the leader of the yellows…" (Pablo)

Ryan didn't reply. He didn't want to start an argument in front of an opposing team. But deep inside, a huge anger against his friends was boiling. He took a deep breath to regain his composure and spoke before moving forward.

"Well... since my friends are forcing me, I'll play team leader. But only temporarily…" (Ryan)

"Pff… that's typically what a team leader would say… " (Pablo)

Ryan sighed in annoyance at Pablo's remark and Tyler resumed the conversation.

"Okay, as you know, the director is going to get a special guest and dine with him in the private room. He want to speak with the leader of each team to find out who, the Yellow or the Green, will be in charge of the service. Ryan and Hugo... You will follow me, the director is waiting for you. The others, you will wait here.

Tyler led the two young men through the endless corridors. They then arrived at a large wooden door, which the tutor immediately opened.

"Sir... Here are the two team leaders as you requested," Tyler said as they entered a sort of living room, decorated with old furniture and two armchairs opposite a sofa where the director, Mr. Edmound, was sitting.





"Ah... Perfect, thanks No. 5. Sit down on the armchairs, boys." (Edmound)

Hugo and Ryan each sat down directly on one of the armchairs.

"Well, as you know, I'm going to be hosting an extremely important guest. This wasn't originally planned, but I'm going to have dinner with him in a private room. So, I'm going to ask you some questions to see who, the team yellow or the green, will be serving."

Both young men nodded yes.

"Perfect, I'll start with you, Hugo. Let's imagine that you're the driver of a luxury car. Your role is to take an extremely important person to a meeting. When suddenly, a cat bursts onto the road and is hit by the car. What do you do in this situation?" (Edmound)

Hugo smiled from the corner of his lip, revealing all his arrogance to Ryan, who was completely stunned by the director's question.

"First of all, I would like to thank you for granting me this interview. It’s a real honor to meet you." (Hugo)

"I asked you a question, young man... I'm not sure that bowing is very appropriate in this situation..." the director replied contemptuously.

"Please excuse me, sir... To answer you simply, I would have continued on my way as if nothing had happened, because after all, that creature should not have been on the road at that moment. That stupid cat bears full responsibility." (Hugo)

Ryan sighed at Hugo's attitude, but before he could even organize his thoughts, the director turned his gaze to him and said, "Tell me, Mr. Ryan... What did you think of the answer that was just given?"

"Uh-huh…" Ryan was flustered. He wanted to choose every word, but then he realized it wouldn't change anything. He then looked the director straight in the eye and said what was on his mind without any filter.

"I don't think this attitude is responsible, especially when you claim to be a leader."

To his words Hugo replied: "Pff..." discreetly expressing his contempt again.

"I see," the director continued. "Let's imagine, Mr. Ryan, that one of your friends was kidnapped right in front of you. What would you do?"

"What ?" (Ryan)

"Answer me, young man! What would you do?" (Edmound)

Ryan hesitated; he meant to say he would run away to hide. Because the kidnappers would try to pursue him immediately. "But that was the me before," he told himself. "I want to become a man, a real one. I promised Nathan I would change. That I would save others from their self-destruction. I refuse to continue being weak."

Caught up in this rant, Ryan looked up at the director and said, "I know it's not the smartest thing to do. But I'll attack them, not because I have a chance of winning, but just because my friend could be saved. If something like that were to happen to me, I would do anything to save my friend, even if it meant getting captured instead..."

"I see," the director replied, his voice betraying no emotion. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them abruptly and said, "Mr. Ryan, congratulations. You had me convinced. The yellow team will be serving dinner in the VIP lounge."

"What!" said Hugo, his incomprehension exposed.

"N°5, please escorted his two boys back to the locker room." (Edmound)

"Very well, sir." (Tyler)

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Sunday, September 18: 5:45 p.m.

I walked down the corridor wearing this service uniform. I don't like suits and ties; they make me feel like someone else. In front of me was Pablo, the only scab who would be serving with us in the main dining room.

All because of that incompetent Hugo. I never liked them, him or everyone else on the green team. They and I have nothing in common; they listen to pop music and I listen to rap. He likes to wear makeup.

and dress like a girl, when I like sportswear. He does yoga where I do weight training. But above all! they make fun of me and humiliate me with "jokes" full of innuendo.

They think I, Jeff, am nothing but a testosterone-fueled idiot. A worthless toxic animal. That I don't understand their insults and contempt. That I don't see their hatred of those who love cars, beer, and watching football.

I hate those faggots... And yet ever since I saw that Ryan from the yellow team, I've only thought of him. I immediately understood that he was a faggot too. But he's not like the others; for the first time, I haven't seen that look of hatred and contempt. For the first time, I've seen a faggot who seems to like masculinity.

Ryan... I need to talk to him alone. There's one thing I need to ask him. If he supports my request, there's a good chance the director will agree.

I have no choice, I can't stand sleeping in Greg's car anymore. I know it's my fault, I'm the one who hit Jules in the showers. But that son of a bitch called me a little dick. I couldn't let myself be humiliated like that, especially by him.

So I was expelled from boarding school. That was their goal from the beginning.

I represented to them some kind of monster to be banished from their world. They did everything to make me crack and succeeded in their plans. As a result, I found myself sleeping in Greg's car, with him.

Greg doesn't blame me, he has no anger towards me, I could see it in his eyes. He understands who I am and respects me completely for it. He attacked Nathan, the strongest tutor, to prove to me that he loved me and even llet me fuck him with his agreement. Something I would never have accepted.

He doesn't treat me like an animal. So I'm going to continue this program for him. Nathan revealed to me that I should have joined the yellow team in the first place. That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to ask to join the yellow team, but for that, I have to get Ryan in my pocket.

I have to talk to him alone, but how?

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The boy group of Pablo, Brett, Benjamin, and Hugo follow the tutors through the long corridors, while Ryan and Brett go with Tyler to the VIP lounge.

Pablo was worried about being the only yellow guy serving dinner in the main dining room. But those thoughts were stopped the second he arrived in the large main dining room.



In front of Pablo were about twenty tables, each set with sumptuous dishes. But what intrigued Pablo was the small scene at the back of the immense room.

"Okay, everyone listen to me," said Bastien, one of the green guardians. "Greg is going to give you a mask that you'll have to wear throughout the evening. I remind you that this gala is taking place for all the frist years girls' dormitory No. 6. And therefore, you are strictly forbidden from speaking to any guests."

The first guests will arrive in 15 minutes, and the prince's game will begin at 7 p.m. sharp. We'll begin serving dinner at the same time, so you can prepare yourself in peace until then."

Greg then gave each little one a carnival-style mask, which the boys immediately put on.



Pablo was pensive, observing the immense, luxurious reception room. "They don't realize how lucky they are to live in this kind of place," he said to himself, thinking back to his grandmother's small house where he had spent his childhood. Then he looked at the greens, noticing Benjamin and Hugo talking among themselves, where Jeff was standing alone, looking at Pablo, his back against one of the hall's pillars.

"I have to figure out how to get to Ryan," Jeff said to himself. "I absolutely have to talk to him, but first I have to figure out how to leave the room without being noticed... I know there's this prince game that should distract enough people. That's when I could escape."

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Sunday, September 18: 6:55 p.m.

The guests had arrived, each girl from the F-6 dorm wearing a gorgeous dress and probably extremely expensive. Pablo and the members of the green team strolled through the noisy crowd, carrying a tray covered with dozens of glasses of champagne, which the guests gulped down without even paying attention to the waiters.
Meanwhile, Ryan and Brett were standing in one of the first-floor hallways, also wearing their harlequin masks, just outside the VIP lounge door. Across from them was the dumbwaiter, and a few meters away was the toilet. The two young men were feeling the pinch, so Brett decided to talk to his friends for a bit.

"Hey tell me, who do you think the director's special guest is?" (Brett)

"No idea, but it's not the who that's interesting, but the why." (Ryan)

"Huh???" (Brett)

"If the director wants to have dinner alone with him, it means they have something extremely important to discuss." (Ryan)

"Oh... I see, it's up to us to listen carefully." (Brett)

"Exactly." (Ryan)

The two young men had barely finished their discussion when they saw the director arrive from the end of the corridor, accompanied by a man with a short but white beard, about 50 years old, wearing a dark grey suit.



Ryan then panicked, his hands began to tremble : "It's... Richard Godet," he whispered in his trembling voice.

"Who?" Brett replied.

"Richard Godet, the third richest person in the world, I..." (Ryan)

Brett didn't understand his friend reaction. But he decided without thinking to take her hand in his, rubbing his thumb in a circle in the crook of Ryan's.

"Calm down, bro, everything's will be fine. Forget who that guy is and act exactly like we were taught." (Brett)

Brett's reassuring words worked and Ryan found himself calm as the two men came within a few meters of them.

"This reception room is a very pretty place. as alleyways, you have very good decorative taste, Balthazar." (Richard)

"And you, an inability to not use my first name..." the director replied sarcastically as Brett opened the double doors to the VIP Lounge.

The room was covered with wood paneling and paintings, the light was subdued, with just a small table set for two people.



"Oh… Come on… it's just a little joke, Balthazar. I know you're frustrated that you're basically just a widowed heir. But you've more than proven that you have your place in our world. By the way, did you pick up the flowers for the commemoration of Meiko's death ?" (Richard)

"Yes, I thank you for your gesture. She would have appreciated it, I'm sure..." (Edmound)

Ryan, who opened a bottle of wine in the back of the room, couldn't believe his ears: "Meiko... that's the name of the woman I saw in the photo earlier. Did the manager know her? What does that mean?" he said to himself while remaining perfectly calm and focused on his work as he served the two men who had changed the subject.

"If not, do you have any news of your son?" (Edmound)

"Absolutely not. And I have no desire to see him again. I did my job by paying for absolutely everything until he came of age, the rest is no longer my business." (Richard)

Unfortunately, that was the last sentence Ryan and Brett heard as they had to wait in the hallway for the first course to arrive.

Back to waiting in the hallway. Brett noticed his friend was lost in thought again. So, he grabbed Ryan's jacket in one swift motion, pressing his back against his chest, and placed his other hand over Ryan's mouth, who didn't have time to respond before the sound of his voice was already muffled.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Ryan protested. Brett, who was much bigger and stronger than him, had no trouble holding him back. Ryan knew perfectly well that he couldn't escape Brett's grip, so he didn't struggle against him, just mooed.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Shh... Everything's okay bro, I see how stressed you are but now is not the time to think.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I have to confess something to you, bro, and it's that the more the days go by, the more I want you to tie me to a chair in my room and keep me prisoner."

"Mmmppphhh?"

At that moment Ryan felt Brett's swollen cock on his ass.

"But that's not possible yet, your heart is currently hypnotized by Nathan. But he won't be here forever, so I'm telling you here. One day I'll replace him. I'll become strong enough for you to accept that I'm your prisoner. So strong that you'll never want to play with others again.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"Don't get mad, bro. I would never force you to do things you don't want to. I just realized that on our team, we all enjoy bondage. I've been ashamed of my desires for years. I've been denying that part of myself..."

"Mmmppphhh???"

"For a long time, I was the school jock. The coolest guy, the one everyone looked up to because he could choose any girl he wanted. But in reality, I was a prisoner. I lived in the prison of other people's gaze. Every minute and every second. A stranger looked at me, judged me, admired me, or hated me.

In this eternal prison, I had no choice. The most virile guy had to go with the most beautiful girl. We kissed in the corridors, not out of love. But to show everyone that we were the top of the hierarchy.

I never loved a single one of those girls. I was just obeying the law of other people's gaze."

"Mmmppphhh… "

"The nerds looked at me with contempt and jealousy in the hallways. They hated me, were all jealous of me. Deep down, they only wanted one thing : be me. But if only he had known how sad and unhappy I was... If only these nerds had realized how lucky he was to be able to be free. To not have to endure all this pressure, all these gaze.

Because the reality is that I was jealous of them too. I would have liked to talk about video games and manga with my friends, but it was impossible. Being the dominant one at school, I was forced to play the role of the main character."

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

"I know this is one of your goals, bro. You want to join the club of the manly, the strong, and the dominant. I'm not judging your choice; I simply want to warn you that I'll be there to watch out for you. So that you don't start playing the hero, saving the weakest. I'm telling you this because that's the mistake I made…

"BEEEEEEP ...

At that moment, the sound of the dumbwaiter rang out, forcing Brett to stop the discussion and let go of Ryan. Ryan said nothing, content to smile at his friends. And then suddenly, he hugged him.

Brett was taken by surprise but responded to his friend's hug by giving him a tender hug.

As Ryan placed the dishes on the small serving cart, Brett felt something rise inside him. He had been holding back for too long.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I have to go pee..."

"Seriously... Well, go ahead, you'll join me right after."

Brett then headed towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor. He gently opened the door, but before he could do anything, he was punched in the head, knocking him out straight away. As his body fell to the ground, he still managed to catch a glimpse of his attacker's face.

It was Jeff from the green team.

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15 minutes before that, in the large reception room.

Jeff was serving champagne to the guests, whose social chatter was incomprehensible to him. But he didn't care anyway. His mind was occupied with only one thing: talking to the leader of the Yellow, Ryan. As soon as he knew his location, he would slip away discreetly and improvise a plan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats for the prince's game," a robotic voice said over the speakers. The guests sat down at the various tables. And the robotic voice spoke again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please applaud the host of the Prince's Game and the only male student allowed this evening. Mr. Leopold Vidal from the B-3 dormitory.

A sound of fake applause emanated from the room's speakers. A young man in his twenties entered the stage. His blond hair, perfectly styled, contrasted with the deep, all-black of his suit.



"Good evening everyone, I am Leopold Vidal and I have the honor of being your host for this exceptional evening. Or like every year, different boys will try to cross the labyrinth, to have the honor of perhaps joining your Table. Well, if you decide, of course..."

While everyone was busy watching the presenter, Brett positioned himself at one of the exits on the left side of the room, gradually approaching as discreetly as possible. But just as he was about to walk through the door...

"HEY! Where are you going?" said a deep male voice, which in one ultra-quick movement grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back against the wall.

Jeff recognized that voice immediately. It was Greg's, his tutor.

"Answer my question: what are you planning to do?" (Greg)

"I want to talk to Ryan from the yellow team?" (Jeff)

"I see... I'll open the door for you after the entrance service." (Greg)

"Thanks, Gregg…." (Jeff)

The tutor then let go of the young man, who returned to serve the first courses as if nothing had happened, while the presenter continued his explanation of the game.

"Did you all understand? 50 young men will attempt to cross the labyrinth, to perhaps have a chance of ending up at your Table. But rest assured, in the end, it is you and only you, dear young lady, who will have the last word.

On those, as you can see on the screen, cheer me up, the hunters are ready to pursue our young prince in the labyrinth. Know that they are all elite soldiers, some of whom are even part of the Delta 23. Honestly, with such soldiers in front of them, they have almost no chance of success...

There are also two collectors whose role will be to recover the poor princes, who will be tied up and gagged by the "hunters". Those who succeed in the test

On that note, let the games begin."

"10..9..8….…3..2..1… Here we go!"

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While the girls from the G-6 dormitory and their families were captivated by the prince's game, Pablo, who had spent his time following Tyler, finally recognized the silhouette of Daniel, dressed all in black, in the image. He was one of the two collectors.

"He's the best runner among us, don't you think he was chosen for this game…" he said to himself.

Pablo continued to think in his head, intrigued by something: "Ryan and Brett were chosen to serve the director and his guest... Why they two specifically? The director doesn't do anything by chance, I found out about them on his little girl's birthday.

All this was meant to reveal my power. I'm willing to bet Brett will soon discover his. That means the director is undoubtedly preparing another trap. Ryan, Brett… Please watch yourselves."

For his part, Jeff served the appetizers as quickly as possible. He occasionally glanced at the screen as the game unfolded. Amid the host's honeyed commentary, the crowd roared with laughter at the young man, 99% of whom ended up tied up and gagged:

"Look at candidate number 22," said Leopold the presenter. "He sacrificed his best friend to slip discreetly between the soldiers. This step-by-step strategy almost paid off. And now he's a few meters from the door... And... What a shame, he's just been captured!"

"HA HA HA HA HA!" the audience burst into laughter, jubilant at the mooing and gesticulation of the various boys.

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"Frankly, they're all more ridiculous than each other," said one of the young women at a table Jeff was serving.

"Can't find anyone you like, my daughter?" replied the forty-year-old father sitting next to her.

"Maybe No. 33, but he's the son of the baker at the central market... I don't see what this ignorant child could bring me." (young woman)

"My dear daughter..." the father replied in a gentle voice. "The goal of this game isn't to find your future husband. But more like a playmate. Under-educated men are a lot of fun and easy to live with. When you get tired of them, just move on to another one. These people are interchangeable like flies."

Jeff hadn't quite understood this discussion, but it had gotten him the same anger that had driven him hit his green comrade. That boiling rage in his stomach that couldn't find words. But that always responded to a form of violence he felt.

Jeff didn't want to live it anymore. The athletic young man dreamed of something else, of another destiny. That's why he wanted to join the SCAP (Second Chance Alpha Program). To finally find people with whom he could live happily. And he believed in it.

During his first days with the Greens, he tried to make friends, but it didn't work. That rage, that uncontrollable hatred returned. He didn't understand why he couldn't keep calm; his innocuous words made him boil with inner rage. Or, to be more precise, he felt that many people insulted him without saying so directly.

Jeff finished serving that table and saw Greg, his tutor near the door where he had tried to escape a little earlier.

"It's time," he said to himself. The young man then discreetly joined his tutor who gently opened the door and said: "You are about to do something that could permanently exclude you from the training... So be extremely careful what you do.

Brett nodded and left the large reception room.

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15 minutes later, in the first floor toilet.

Brett lies on the ground, stunned by Jeff's punch. Jeff moves the young man's back against the wall and then removes the yellow tie and swaps it for his own. "With any luck, it will work."

Jeff's plan was simple, take Brett's place and finally talk to Ryan alone. Once his green tie was replaced with a yellow one, with a perfectly knotted bow, the young man left the restroom and headed toward the VIP room where Ryan was serving food.

And then, suddenly, taken by complete surprise, Jeff felt someone grab him from behind and pull him against his body. Before he could even say anything, a rag soaked in some kind of product was pressed against the lower part of his face.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!" Jeff then started to moo.

"Calm down, kid...no point in resisting," the man said, hugging him.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff tried to fight as hard as he could to free himself. But he, despite all the strength available to a young man. He couldn't win against what was undoubtedly a middle-aged bodybuilder.

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Little by little, Jeff felt his consciousness go away as his vision became more and more blurred.

"Good, very good… you're going to have a little sleep, kid... And when you wake up, you'll have to pay for what you did, Brett radiant… " (kidnapper)

"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"
"Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!"

Jeff continued to struggle with what little strength he had left, but eventually fell completely asleep. The last thing he felt was a kind of black hood being placed over his head...

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On his side, Ryan was serving the director and Mr. Godet's table alone, listening attentively and discreetly to their conversation.

"So where are you on the Moraxa case?"

"Nowhere, have I been completely exonerated, of course. After all, the fake studies were created years before I bought the company. Furthermore, I learned that the criminal who burned down my factory enrolled in your training."

"Yes, that's true. You also know how important this kind of profile is for my project..."

"You're playing with fire too much, Balthazar... these young scum are good for nothing. I've never understood your habit of believing that shit can turn into gold."

"That's why you're only the third richest person in the world, Richard. Your mind is rotten with resentment.
and jealousy."

Ryan then left the room, worried that Brett still hadn't returned. When he closed the door behind him and turned his gaze, he saw three extremely muscular hooded men dressed all in black.

"Shit!" said one of the three men.

Ryan was terrified. He didn't understand what had happened, and then he saw the yellow tie from the suit Jeff had taken from Brett.

"Brett!" Ryan then shouted, convincing himself that his friend was going to be kidnapped. He immediately ran towards the three men without thinking.

"Fuck, take care of him!" one of the men said to his colleague, who immediately put Jeff on his shoulder, as that the last man left was get close to Ryan.

The young man tried to jump on the muscular man by surprise. But was instantly stopped by the latter who punched him in the stomach. Who made him fell directly to the ground.

"Aaaaaaa…!" he shouted before the muscular man kicked him right in the face. who made his nose bleed.

"This is what happens when you want to play the hero, kid!" the kidnapper said one last time before running off, leaving Ryan injured. to the ground.

After a few minutes, Ryan managed to get up, filled with rage and anger at himself.
"Brett was kidnapped! I couldn't do anything! Why? Why? Am I that weak?" he kept saying to himself.

He then walked to the bathroom to rinse his bleeding face, burst through the door and began to look at his face in the mirror.

That's when he saw something he hadn't expected... Because behind him, at the back of the room against the wall, he found Brett asleep.

"BRETT!" Ryan yelled, rushing to his friend's side. Noting that he'd been knocked unconscious.

"I don't understand... I saw you being Kidnap..." Ryan then saw on the floor what was a green tie.

"A green guy knocked you out and took your place... He's the one who got kidnapped! But why?" Ryan thought for a long time, but he didn't understand who could have done this, and then he remembered Jeff. That strange feeling when he'd looked at him in the locker room.

"It's Jeff! It's Jeff who got kidnapped! He took Brett's place because he wanted to tell me something and the kidnappers mistake him!"

Ryan was completely confused by everything that had happened, drowning his mind in questions. And then he remembered the promise he had made to Greg, Jeff's tutor.

"I have to save him! I have to keep my promise! That's what a real man would do! But if I tell the other yellows, they'll refuse to help a guy from the other team..."

Ryan closed his eyes for a second. Breathing calmly to think clearly. Then he opened them again, filled with determination.

"Sorry my friends, I'm going to have to lie to you a little... I hope you will forgive me..."

Ryan then gently closed his eyes again, trying to use his power. After some second, a massive headache hit him, causing him to fall to the ground and scream in pain.

"AAAAAAAA….!"

And then little by little, the pain diminished and the young man could feel that he was directly connected to his friend in a kind of strange telepathic relationship:

"Daniel, it's me! Ryan!"

"What! What is it?" Daniel couldn't believe it. He heard Ryan's voice speaking to him.

"I'm sorry... I had to use my power to talk to you, but this is an absolute emergency." (Ryan)

"I... I'm going crazy, aren't I?" (Daniel)

"No, Daniel, it's me talking to you. But that's not the most urgent thing! I'm with Pablo in the second-floor bathroom. Join us immediately!" (Ryan)

"Aaaaa…! Ok… ok… But tell me what's going on?!" (Daniel)

"Brett was kidnapped!" (Ryan)

"What…???" (Daniel)

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To be continued

Upcoming: End of Act 1.

Caught up to the labyrinth game. Assane certainly found himself a handsome cartful of captives!

blackbound wrote: 6 months ago Caught up to the labyrinth game. Assane certainly found himself a handsome cartful of captives!

Thanks for reading. Absolutely, Assane is straight but loves playing with dude...

CHAPTER 11: Nathan's Dad.

Ryan had just been rescued by the Delta 23, still reeling from what he had experienced. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to rest; cause in front of him on the back seat of a police van was an extremely muscular middle-aged man with an overwhelming virile aura of authority.



He introduced himself as James, the general of Delta teams 23 and 24. But also as: "Nathan's former tutor," a sort of surrogate father.

Ryan was speechless at the man's explosive virility, unable to stop himself from observing the general's impressive muscles. He not only immediately understood the young man's gaze, but responded with a wide, gentle, and generous smile.

"I see I'm giving you a boyish impression... Let me guess, you want to give me a big hug and rest your head on my pecs." James said even more tenderly.

"Huh what… No I…" Ryan realized his thoughts and felt ashamed for looking at such a man that way.

Jeff smiled again at the boy's girdle and said, "You know, kid... When he was younger, Nathan admired his muscles too, but unlike you, he did everything he could to hide it."

"What? Is this true?" (Ryan)

"Absolutely... You want to know more about him, don't you? I know how much he likes to keep things secret, it's one of his control techniques. But it has its limits..." (James)

At that moment, Ryan realized who he was dealing with. How deeply he had gotten into her head in just a few seconds.

"Oh my... You're a lot smarter than I thought... No wonder they named you Little Chick. You really are a lovely kid. But that's not how I see you..." (James)

"That's... That is to say?" (Ryan)

"In front of me is not an innocent chick. But a monster of intelligence capable of organizing a rescue with only two of his comrades. I have in front of me a madman ready for all to save his friends from danger. A kind of chivalrous hero with a big heart, but who does not realize that life is not a manga…" (James)

Ryan lowered his gaze in shame, James then gently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and said tenderly.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, my dear... Do you agree to answer them?" (James)

"Yes..." (Ryan)

"Fine... Fine, but we're not going to argue here... I know a great place for that... But first, you're going to have to put this on." James then took out the large black bag that was under the bench and pulled out an orange prison uniform.



"I… I really have to…"

"Yes, my dear, that's part of the protocol. Just like the fact that I have to look at you. But you have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm long past the age of making fun of other people's bodies. Especially the most fragile ones." (James)

"I'm not fragile..." Ryan replied curtly.

"I know kid... I can see the masculine flame burning in you..." (James)

Ryan smiled at James' compliment and changed in front of him.

"Well... Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to have a little chat. What do you say?" (James)
"I guess I don't have a choice..." (Ryan)

"Yes, you're free to answer or not. But if you don't, I'll have to keep all this information about Nathan to myself..." (James)

"Huh? You..." (Ryan)

"I'll make you a deal, kiddo. You answer my questions and I'll tell you about Nathan?" (James)

Ryan knew the trap was crude, but he knew so much about his tutor that he didn't hesitate for a second and accepted the offer.

"Okay, so my first question is: how old were you when you had your first boyfriend?" (James)

"Huh what?" (Ryan)

"How old were you when you had your first friend?" (James)

Ryan didn't understand. He was sure the man in front of him would ask him again about his failed rescue attempt, about putting his friends in danger... But such a question. He just didn't understand...

"I… I don't understand." (Ryan)

"How old were you when you had your first friend?" (James)

"I… I don't know…" (Ryan)

"I see... So this is where you made some real friends, isn't it? (James)

Ryan nodded yes.

"What do you think of Nathan's body?" (James)

"Huh?" (Ryan)

"I said what do you think of your tutor body?" (James)

"He… He's very handsome. (Ryan)

"HA HA! " cried the muscular man, holding back his laughter.

"You're just as bad a liar as he is. I think you're jealous, don't you?

You envy Nathan for his body, his beauty, his masculinity… That's why you don't tell him everything. That's why you didn't warn him when these kidnappings happened to you. You were afraid he would judge you or, to be more precise, abandon you…" (James)

Ryan's face was downcast. He withdrew into himself at this mumbled, incomprehensible sound.

"Speak up, little one..." (James)

"rfefg…" (Ryan)

"I SAID SPEAK LOUDER!" (James)

"THAT'S NOT TRUE! I'M NOT JEALOUS!" Ryan yelled, standing up in a rage.

James reacted in a mic-up, standing up as well. He stared straight into the young man's eyes without saying anything. No words needed to be spoken. Ryan swallowed immediately as fear settled throughout his body in the face of the muscle giants; he didn't stand a chance.

"I… I'm sorry…" the young man said in a trembling voice.

The general then took Ryan's right wrist and forced his hand against his chest. Ryan, at first surprised, immediately felt the man's warmth enter him as if he were receiving a huge, soft, and comforting hug.

"Say, my little one. What do you feel here, right now?" (James)

"I... I feel your kindness, you love me like you love Nathan... You really consider me as your grandson..." (Ryan)

"What else?" (James)

"You're also extremely worried about me..." (Ryan)

"I see... I didn't expect such a thing..." (James)

"What? What's going on?" (Ryan)

James buys Ryan and says straight to his eyes in a much more stern tone, "You're way past stage 2 resonance... In just 10 days, that's just pure madness. That's how you did it, right? You used your power to locate your friend and rescue him."

Ryan nodded again.

"Go back and sit down..." (James)

Once everyone was seated, the general took two huge pairs of heavy iron handcuffs out of his bag.

One for the legs, the other for the wrists. The central chain was so thick that once worn, it would be completely impossible to run, much less escape. Ryan understood this immediately.



"So... Am I really going to jail?" he asked in a worried voice that almost begged for mercy.

"That's also part of the protocol, kiddo. So either you're a good boy, or it's going to be force..."

Ryan then looked James in the eye again. Then he suddenly rushed to the sliding door, which he opened with a few gestures. For a second, Ryan thought he was going to get out of this, that he wouldn't end up in prison. But then, with a bolt, the door was completely opened and Ryan found himself face to face with Nathan, still dressed in his military uniform, his face cold and closed. In a reflex, the young man's tutor then punched him right in the stomach.

Ryan felt the shock and ended up with his stomach doubled over. But Nathan didn't stop there. He immediately grabbed his little boy by the top of his uniform, then shoved him face down against the bench. Ryan had understood what was coming next and was therefore not surprised to feel the shackles around his ankles. Then the tutor lifted his little boy while the general placed the handcuffs on his small wrists, keeping his hands forward.

The boy then looked into his tutor eyes, trying to convey all his anxieties about going to prison. James then stepped outside and said before closing the door, "I'll leave you two alone for a moment... You seem to have some things to talk about." The sound of the door slamming echoed through the cabin as Nathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He then bought it, his little one sitting in the center of the bench and sat down on the one directly opposite him. He then took a roll of silver tape and kept it in his left hand.

"I… I'm sorry, Nathan." (Ryan)

"No need to apologize, honey, we anticipated your escape attempt. That's why I stayed just outside the door." (Nathan)

"Yes, obviously... James is an incredible man. You were very lucky to have him as a father..." (Ryan)

"Yes, it's true. We don't share the same blood. But he chose me to be his son. It wasn't easy, but I finally accepted his love. Just like I know that one day, you will take mine…" (Nathan)

"I don't know if I'm capable of it. Honestly, I don't think I deserve it..." (Ryan)

"And why is that?" (Nathan)

Ryan's voice was now shaky and tears were streaming from his eyes.

"I put everyone in danger by trying to play the hero. Daniel warned me several times, but I didn't listen. Now everyone's going to end up in jail because of me..." (Ryan)

"Is that what worries you the most?" (Nathan)

"Yes, I don't care if they lock me up in prison! On the other hand, Daniel and Pablo aren't responsible! It was my idea, Nathan! I'm the one who wanted to save Jeff! Not them!" (Ryan)

"And yet, they followed you in your stupidity... So they also have their responsibilities that they will have to assume. Do you remember the time when Daniel was punished in a chastity cage?" (Nathan)

"Yes…' (Ryan)

"What did you tell me that day?" (Nathan)

"That I wanted to help him and you told me the only way was for him to accept his punishment himself." (Ryan)

"Yes, and what you managed to do. Now it's your turn to be punished for your responsibilities, and yours alone. It's part of your education. I know it's hard to accept that we've done things unworthy of a man. But we're not perfect. I myself made mistakes that led us to this situation." (Nathan)

"Huh? You? Mistakes? What are you talking about? You're the perfect tutor, Nathan." (Ryan)

"No, you're wrong, little chick. I'm your perfect tutor. That's just your point of view. The truth is, I've made some serious errors in assessment." (Nathan)

"What do you mean?" (Ryan)

That I underestimated the power and reality of your power. I would never have left you alone without supervision if I had understood from the beginning that you did not possess raw resonance, properly speaking." (Nathan)
"Huh? What?" (Ryan)

"We'll talk about it again tomorrow, when the evaluation is finished." (Nathan)

"You mean my interrogation…" (Ryan)

"No. Where do you think we're taking you, my chick?" (Nathan)

"In prison, obviously... I have the cliché orange money and the real handcuffs..." (Ryan)

"That's where you're wrong, honey. You're a member of the yellow team; we don't use methods as ineffective as confinement. That would be more in line with the values of the red and green teams." (Nathan)

"So where are you planning on taking me?" (Ryan)

"At the ECC (Educational Care Center). There, you will undergo a complete assessment under my constant supervision. Once that's done, the yellow tutors will take the necessary educational measures. In order to continue the training." (Nathan)

"But then, the others... They're also going to go to this center, right?" (Ryan)

"I can't answer your question, my darling." (Nathan)

"Of course not... Why am I the only one going to this weird center?" (Ryan)

"Because you're a danger, Ryan." (Nathan)

"What? I would never hurt my friends!" (Ryan)

"Hey, yet you led them straight into a trap where you ended up naked and tied to a chair!" (Nathan)

"I..." (Ryan)

"Ryan... Like I said, your power is much more dangerous than I thought. For now, we have to hold you against your will. I know it's not pleasant, but it's for your own good, my darling. My only goal is your happiness, you know that. So trust me, I'm not taking you to a prison, but to a healing space..." (Nathan)

Ryan knew his tutor wasn't lying to him. He was, of course, terrified of what was going to happen to him, but paradoxically, he also had complete trust in Nathan.

"All right. I'll let you do it, but you'll stay next to me, okay?" (Ryan)

"Thank you for your trust, my darling..." (Nathan)

Nathan then took the roll of silver tape and cut a long strip of tape which he stuck over Ryan's mouth before wrapping it around the bottom of his face several times, creating a gag which immediately began to soothe and reassure the young man.

"During the ride, James will be with you in the back. I'll be in the front with Raphael. Will that be okay?" (Nathan)


"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" Ryan replies, nodding his head yes.

"Good boy…" Nathan said in his soft, reassuring voice before tenderly rubbing Ryan's short hair in a gesture of affection. The young man's tutor then opened the van door, leaving his place to James, who said, "Nice boy, I see you know how to calm your little one… With a good roll of tape. That brings back memories of when I used that same method on you."

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh ! " Ryan said, intrigued by the discussion, but above all extremely curious to learn what kind of scotch punishment Nathan could have endured when he was younger.

"Pff… If you could avoid destroying all my work, that would be cool…" (Nathan)

HA HA… James replied, laughing: Sorry, son, I was just curious to see if my grandson had the same tastes as us. I promise, I'll just tell him about the times you managed to free yourself despite the ropes and the tape…"

"Hmmm…." Nathan closed his eyes in shame, but saved his face for Ryan. Once seated inside, James gently grabbed the gagged boy and placed him between his legs, then held them in his muscular arms.

"Mmmmpppphhhh???" said the young man, immediately feeling James's warmth penetrate his body and spread throughout his mind. He, who was already relaxed thanks to Nathan's gag, could now receive and feel all of James's love without filter or anxiety.

Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh! (Ryan)

"Shh... It's okay, child. You know, there are two types of boys: those who learn through punishment, like a hard slap on the bottom, and you, who learn and understand with big hugs." (James)

"Mmmmpppphhhh!" (Ryan)

That's the method I used with Nathan, so of course, at first, he resisted, I had to use steel chains to force him to accept my first hug. But eventually, he finally broke down and agreed to become my symbolic son. You're already convinced, aren't you?" (James)

Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh! Ryan nodded his head yes.

"Good! So you officially become my grandson. What makes Nathan your big brother…"

Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh! Ryan said, nodding his head again to say yes.
Nathan then smiled widely and closed the door of the van, leaving his little one and his symbolic father alone together.
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Meanwhile, while Ryan and James continued their discussion, Nathan opened the front left door of the police truck, then sat down face to face behind the wheel.

"So Chief, how are things with your father?" Raphael said sarcastically. Already sitting to the right of Nathan on the passenger side.

"You're pissing Raphael off… But to answer you, James is already addicted to Ryan…" (Nathan)

"Obviously… But be careful, he might steal him from you." (Raphael)


"I know not, he just wants to play the doting grandpa. It amuses him…" (Nathan)

"I see, so what's the diagnosis?" (Raphael)

"It's hard to say in this state, but one thing is certain. He's already passed stage 2 of his power, but that's not what worries me the most…" (Nathan)

"Really?" (Raphael)

"Yes… I'm completely wrong. Ryan probably doesn't have resonance." (Nathan)

"Huh? What? He has all the symptoms." (Raphael)

"Yes, but given the speed of his evolution, it's much more likely that he inherited my power." (Nathan)

"No, it's impossible. Nathan the blue harlequin told you that…" (Raphael)

"That I was the only human with the maturity to use it? That's true… But there's one thing that's been puzzling me since the beginning? Something I can't get out of my head?" (Nathan)

"Who is?" (Raphael)

"Pablo, Tyler's little one, just happened to inherit night vision." (Nathan)

"The same power as his tutor… Don't tell me? You think the harlequin gave them the exact same power to our little ones as us." (Raphael)

Yes… Haven't you noticed anything strange with Daniel lately?" (Nathan)

"Well, he's making some serious progress in his bodybuilding... But his body hasn't gained that much mass."

"That's exactly what you experienced, right?" (Nathan)

"Yes... I'll have to do different tests to be sure... But you might be right..." (Raphael)

"In that case, let's test the entire yellow team. Because if my theory is correct, that means: Pablo has night vision. Daniel has super strength. And Ryan..." (Nathan)

"Wait! What the hell is Greg doing here?" (Raphael)

Nathan immediately turned his gaze to the windshield where he saw the director, Mr. Edmound, standing a few meters in front of the vehicle. He was talking to two muscular men in military uniforms, hooded.



But what surprised him was the sudden arrival of Greg, a member of the Green Team and Delta 24, but more importantly, Jeff's tutor. The one Ryan wanted to save from his kidnapping.



"What's he doing here? Was he supposed to accompany his kid to the hospital?" Nathan said as the two men in front of them became increasingly heated.

"This whole thing reeks of shit…" Raphael said, observing with equal eyes what had undoubtedly become an argument between the two men.

And then suddenly Greg started screaming, clenched his fist and punched the director in the face, who fell to the ground from the force of the blow.

"FUCK YOU!" Raphael shouted, rushing to open the door.
"Stay here Nathan, you never know!" (Raphael)

"Well received."

Raphael ran straight to the director while the two soldiers held Greg to the ground and handcuffed him under a torrent of insults.

"Let go of me, you sons of bitches!" (Greg)

"Sir, are you all right?" Raphael helped the man up. (Raphael)

"Yes, yes, don't worry..." (Edmound)

"All right, you're fucking at fault! You put Jeff in danger on purpose!" (Greg)

"Please shut him up!" (Edmound)

One of the two soldiers then took an accessory out of one of his pockets. It was a black ball gag, which he shoved directly into Greg's mouth before attaching the strap at the back.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" he cried, continuing to struggle against
The handcuffs.

"Take him away!" (Edmound)

“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”(Greg)

The two soldiers take Greg away to the roar of the bellow. Raphaëlle examines the director's face and says, "You might have bruises, but nothing serious, sir..." (Raphaël)

"Pff… I'm going to have to deal with that on top of all this mess! I swear, No. 8, what a room, little ingrates!" (Edmound)

"Don't be too hard on him, sir... He really cares about his little one." (Raphael)

"That's not excuse No. 8!" (Edmound)

"Far be it from me to excuse him, sir. But his little one has just experienced an extremely violent trauma. For the little one's own good, it would be dangerous to keep him too far away." (Raphael)

"I am aware of that, No. 8, but you would understand that such an action will have consequences for him." (Edmound)

"Obviously sir..." (Raphael)

"Good. And what about the yellow team?" (Edmound)

"We will conduct a full assessment tomorrow. Two children have already been transferred to the ECC. The third will be here soon."

"And for the fourth?" (Edmound)

"He's going to be alone in the dorms for a day. But knowing young Brett, he'll quickly demand to be with his classmates." (Raphael)

"In this case, don't waste time and send it to the ECC like the others." (Edmound)
"Well received." (Raphael)

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A few minutes later at Studycity Hospital.

Young Brett was sitting alone on an examination bench in a doctor's office. He was holding an ice pack to his flesh where a lump had appeared.

The young man was pensive, wondering why Ryan and the others had left without him. "Are they okay? And where are they?" Then the door burst open and Enzo, his tutor, entered the office, all smiles, in complete contrast to the young man's cold and withdrawn demeanor.





"I'm back, sweetie!" Enzo said. His goal was probably to make his little one laugh, but nothing seemed to penetrate his mind.

"Where are they? What's going on? Please, Enzo. You promised me you'd tell me everything after seeing a doctor! Please..." (Brett)

"OK... Very well." (Enzo)

Enzo then sat down right next to his little one, he put a tender hand on his thigh and began to speak:

"So, there was a kidnapping during the gala. Jeff, one of the young people from the green team, was taken by a group of hooded men." (Enzo)

"These... These are the guys who knocked me out?" (Brett)

"No, the one who did this to you was none other than Jeff himself..." (Enzo)

"What? But why?" (Brett)

"No idea yet, but the cameras prove it. He took it, he placed it, he passed it off as you. You know what that means…" (Enzo)

"Uh… No, not really." (Brett)

"I figured as much... Basically. That means the real target of the kidnappers... Was you, Brett." (Enzo)
"What? But why? I'm just a dumb jock... Unless... it's because of the Revenge Club..." (Brett)

"Hard to say right now, but... it's the most likely. You haven't told your friends, have you? About everything you've done?" (Enzo)

Brett shook his head, feeling ashamed. The young man was frustrated, not knowing how to react. Brett was the mean jock you see in teen movies. The whole school admired him; they felt strong and powerful, but they hated injustice. He saw himself as some kind of hero, a savior who would use his strength to protect others. But this backfired on him. He was manipulated, arrested, and ended up in jail. There, his heart became colder, more icy. It was a shock for him to realize that deep down, all these people who admired him were actually afraid…

Afraid of his strength, of his power, of what he represented. But once he was down, once he was deposed from his throne, no one was interested in him anymore. None of his old friends liked to go see him in prison. After a few months, they had all already forgotten him. That's when he understood that from the beginning, no one had really loved him.

Nobody likes the jock characters who dominate the school.

"Do you feel ready to talk to them about it?" (Enzo)

"I... Do you think they'll understand? That I can tell them everything...?" (Brett)

"I think the Brett of that time is no longer the Brett of today. In any case, I want to believe it, it's up to you to prove by your actions that you've changed. My advice is to listen to your heart. And anyway, thinking isn't your thing..." (Enzo)

"Yes... That's true. You're right, I'm going to tell them..." (Brett)

"That's good, my boy... To continue this story, know that Delta teams 23 and 24 intervened and everyone was found safe and sound." (Enzo)

"Okay... Good... Wait! Ryan and the others were also kidnapped?"
"No... They left as a group to save Jeff." (Enzo)

"What! But... why didn't they wait for me?" (Brett)

"Ryan made them believe that you were the one who was kidnapped." (Enzo)

"Huh? That doesn't make sense, why lie?" (Brett)

"No idea, but you can ask him tomorrow." (Enzo)

"Tomorrow?" (Brett)

"He's being transferred to the ECC. A center for correcting bad behavior. Pablo and Daniel are already there." (Enzo)

"Oh... I see, it's some kind of prison, isn't it?" (Brett)

"I'm supposed to tell you it's not, but that would be lying to you..." (Enzo)

"Obviously..." (Brett)

Brett looked at the ground, not knowing what to do. He felt something inside him, a strange feeling of incomprehension. He kept wondering why Ryan lied? Why didn't he confide in him? Enzo, for his part, didn't know what to do to cheer up his little one. He then closed his eyes and said in a soft voice:

"Okay, listen, the director contacted me... he's offering you the chance to join the others at the ECC But that means you'll have to live under the same conditions..."

No sooner had the tutor finished his sentence than Brett instantly looked up and said with breathtaking fervor, "Please let me be with them!"

The tutor smiled and replied, "I'm glad to see you smile, little one. You made the right choice. Come on, follow me, you have to change for the transfer..."

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The van had been rolling for 15 or 20 minutes, and in the back, Ryan, still gagged and handcuffed, was dozing in James's wide, hard arms. The middle-aged man gave off a sort of raw, manly scent that Ryan adored. The more he smelled it, the more he wanted to cuddle up to the man.

"No doubt, you like masculine things…"

Ryan mooed into his gag and nodded. There was no point in lying about something so obvious, and he promised Nathan he'd tell the whole truth. So he might as well go all the way.

After another 5 minutes of driving, the vehicle stopped and the sliding door opened. "Come on, my dear, everyone's ready," said Nathan, helping his little one from falling out as they got out of the van. Ryan then looked up and saw another police van right in front of him.

But most importantly, he saw Raphael open the side door and was shocked. Opposite him was Brett, wearing the same prisoner's outfit and handcuffed in exactly the same way as him.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" Ryan cried happily into his gag, the young man visibly delighted and reassured to see that Brett was perfectly fine.

Ryan then took a step forward without thinking, desperate to hug Brett. But his barely begun attempt was immediately halted by Nathan, who grabbed his right shoulder to stop him from moving forward.

"This isn't a reunion for them, my darling!" (Nathan)

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"I SAID NO!" Nathan yelled.

Ryan lowered his gaze, remembering that this wasn't the time for him to demand anything. But Brett answered him with muffled moos, "Mmpphh Mmpphh!"

Ryan looked up at his friend and instantly understood what he meant: "I'm fine, Ryan, the others are probably here already. We'll talk about everything that happened later."

"You should have let them give each other a little hug anyway... Kids need to feel love through gestures," Enzo said in his unbearably humorous tone.

"No! We're already late enough..."

"Very well..." (Enzo)

Ryan and Brett were then escorted through the large, heavy, open door that marked the entrance to the center.



Then the boys arrived at a single steel door, the only entrance to a large four-story building. Nathan opened the door and the two young men stepped inside.

Ryan and Brett discovered a very small room made of white brick walls, with two iron benches fixed to the floor and directly opposite a gray door with the words "INTAKE" written in large letters above it.



But that wasn't the first thing the two young men looked at. Daniel and Pablo happened to be sitting on benches facing each other. The two boys were wearing the same orange outfit as Ryan and Brett, who were obviously handcuffed and gagged with several layers of gray tape. Just like their friend.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" All the boys started to bellow into the scotch that was silencing them, overcome by a general euphoria at seeing everyone safe and sound again. But unfortunately, their joy didn't last more than a second because Raphael started to shout in his deep, masculine, and authoritative voice:

"SHUT UP! This isn't the time! You understand where you are or I'll have to yell at you to make it sink in!"

An absolute silence and terror then settled over the boys who now realized that the next few days would probably be very complicated for them.

"Thanks, Raphael…" Nathan said, picking up the conversation. "Ryan, you'll sit next to Pablo and Brett next to Daniel." The boys complied silently while the tutor’s formed a circle around the little ones, standing in what was clearly a dominant posture.

"Okay, I declare the introductory meeting to the ECC open. The "Educational Care Center" is a place of educational recovery created in cases where young people in the SCAP training exceed the red lines written in black and white in the contract you signed."

"It's located right next to the Studycity Detention Center, to be exact, it's the old prison that was renovated to create this center. So you can rest assured, you won't run into any inmates from the real prison here."

"The men in this room are the Yellow Team's tutors: Me, Raphael, Tyler, and Enzo. And the boys who will be integrated today are: Brett, Pablo, Daniel, and Ryan. As for the man in the back with his arms crossed, he's James, the general leader of Delta 23, who will be observing you throughout your stay and who will validate or reject your potential exit."

"You all understood correctly…"

The four young men nodded silently.

"Perfect... Each tutor will now bring their little one to their cell one by one in this order: Ryan, Daniel, Pablo, and Brett. As for the rest, you will receive more explanation tomorrow. That's all for today, Ryan, get up and follow me."

The boy complied and followed his tutor to the gray door at the back of the room. Nathan put his thumb on the lock and a beep sounded, the door was open.

Ryan walked ahead of Nathan through the perfectly smooth white hallways, past gray doors, each identical to the next. Ryan realized this had probably been done on purpose to make the place as impersonal and cold as possible.

After climbing the stairs to the second floor, Nathan opened a door wider than the others with his fingerprint. It led to another hallway with gray doors.



"Stop right there." Nathan said, just as Ryan arrived at the third door from the left. The tutor opened it with his finger, and Ryan walked right in.

He discovered what looked like nothing more than a basic hotel room, with a double bed, a wall-mounted TV, and even a shower. In short, only the bars behind the window reminded us that this was a prison cell.



"Come on, my chick, I'm going to take off your gag and handcuffs," Nathan said in a tender voice before complying instantly. Ryan free, took a deep breath, happy to be able to breathe a little better, but also a little sad that despite everything, he couldn't keep his mouth taped all night.

Once the chains and handcuffs were removed, Nathan placed a tender hand on his little one's shoulder and said, "So tell me honestly. Do you think you're in prison?"

Ryan, who wasn't expecting this thoughtful question a few seconds before answering: "Yes, but I deserve it, I lied, I put everyone in danger. I'll understand if I get kicked out of the program."

"Listen, my little one... You're not in prison, but in an educational care center. It's very important that you understand that. Tomorrow will be your first psychiatric evaluation, undress and put on the yellow bathrobe lying on the bed."

Ryan immediately obeyed and got naked without question.



"Do you remember, just 10 days ago, you were being modest around me?" (Nathan)

"Yeah, I don't know why I was so sure you were going to make fun of my cowardly body." (Ryan)

"You're not a coward Ryan, but a survivor, that changes everything. But that's not what I wanted to tell you." (Nathan)

"Huh?" (Ryan)

"I'm sorry kiddo, I misjudged your power. If I hadn't been gone for 3 whole days, this wouldn't have happened." (Nathan)

"I… I don't understand?" (Ryan)

"If you're here today, it's because I made mistakes that made this rescue operation possible; it shouldn't have happened. From now on, I'm going to spend all my time with you in order to produce a new pedagogy. When that's done, we can all go back to boarding school together." (Nathan)

"So... does that mean I'm going to be here for a long time?" (Ryan)

"It will only depend on you and your behavior here..." (Nathan)

"I see..."(Ryan)

"But enough talk for today. It's time to sleep, my chick..." (Nathan)

Nathan helped Ryan into bed. Then, once the tutor left the cell, the lights instantly went out, letting the blue night air in through the window. The young man closed his eyes and thought about that sentence: "This is not a prison, but an educational care center..." Strangely convinced that it had a deeper meaning than it seemed...

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To be continued…

CHAPTER 12 : Toby And Jake.

Dawn and its gray light had just entered Ryan's cell. But even though it looked like a comfortable hotel room, the bars on the window left no doubt. He and his comrades were in prison...

A gilded and comfortable prison, but a prison nonetheless.





Ryan had been awake for several hours because of the sound of rain hitting the window. "Autumn is coming..." Ryan said to himself, still lying in bed. All he could think about was how to apologize to his friends on the yellow team. The young man, then stuck in the boredom and solitude of his room, was now fully aware of the seriousness of what he had done.

"They're here because of me... they don't deserve to be here..." (Ryan)

Ryan, lying on the bed, turned to look at the gray sky through the window.

"I have to make them happy... I will make them happy... I have a plan, I know what to do. In 48 hours I will be ready and you will finally be happy my friends..." (Ryan)

Suddenly, a beep sounded in the room. Nathan had just entered the room wearing the same military uniform as yesterday.



He made sure to immediately close the door, as Ryan suddenly leaped out of his bed like a child, rushing towards his guardian. The man opened his arms wide, welcoming his little one into a warm, human embrace.

"Did you sleep well?" Nathan asked. Ryan nodded. Nathan already knew, having spent the night watching his little one on the security cameras. Ryan had woken up four times during the night, and Nathan had noticed that his sleep was probably being disturbed by nightmares. But knowing his little one's ego, the guardian already knew he would refuse this truth, so there was no point in telling him.

Ryan had waited hours for this hug, still terrified by his nightmares from the night. He was 20 years old but needed a solid shoulder to lean on. "Sorry, Nathan… I'm so useless…" the young man said quietly.

"You're not worthless, Ryan... You're a young man who's been psychologically destroyed. Your reactions are perfectly normal, my boy." (Nathan)

"But I'm 20 and..." (Ryan)

"Ryan!" Nathan shouted, stepping out of the embrace and pulling a sky-blue bandana from his back pocket. In a few seconds, he folded the fabric into a long strip, then looked Ryan in the eye before saying, "You know the rule... Right?"

"Yes... when I'm gagged I stop thinking and just obey..." (Ryan)

"Good... good boy." replied the tutor before placing the cloth between Ryan's lips and tying a tight knot behind the boy's head. The effect was immediate; the young man's infernal and obsessive thoughts immediately stopped, making him sigh in relief.

"Mmpphh...!" (Ryan)

"Are you feeling better, little chick?" (Nathan)

"Mmpphh Mmpphh!" Ryan said, nodding his head.

"Good, now go take your shower." (Nathan)

"Mmpphh...!" (Ryan)
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Ten minutes later, Ryan got out of the shower, and before he could do anything, Nathan was rubbing the young man's body with a towel to dry him off. "Come on, we're late enough as it is," the tutor said.

The young prisoner let him go, delighted that his guardian was finally there for him, but then something surprising happened all of a sudden. As his guardian dried his back, Ryan felt his penis suddenly grow, the boy was suddenly petrified with terror at the thought of what Nathan was going to say.

But to his surprise, no hurtful comments reached his ears. Ryan then turned gently to Nathan, as if he were about to receive the punishment of his life.

But the muscular tutor didn't do anything about it, on the contrary, he displayed a big smile in front of his little one. "Why are you scared, my little chick... Enzo gave me a report on what happened at the strip club last week. Do you remember? What happened?"

Ryan replied with his head bowed : "I... I cum on myself, without meaning to..."

"And after…" (Nathan)

"Enzo washed me and told me I had nothing to be ashamed of and that no guy has control over his dick."(Ryan)

"So why are you ashamed?" (Nathan)

"I don't know…." (Ryan)

"Well, I'll tell you. You're afraid of embarrassing me. Except that's impossible, Ryan. You ended up here because I didn't take care of you properly.

A man never makes fun of another man's dick, that's rule number two. I should have given you a clear explanation of all this, but too many unforeseen things happened.

That's partly why the director sent you here. In this center, we'll be able to catch up, but above all, I'll finally be able to take care of you, my little one…" (Nathan)

"OK...But when am I going to see everyone again?" (Ryan)

"Until we've completed your full assessment, you'll remain separate from the others. Come on... get dressed, you have to take your first test this morning." (Nathan)

Ryan put on his boxers and donned the orange prison jumpsuit before Nathan put the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles.


"Come on, we're expected," said the tutor before leaving the room with Ryan.
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The drab, gray corridors were still there, and Ryan walked ahead, following Nathan's instructions. Right, left, up, down, secure door to secure door—the path was particularly long. Ryan understood that this was intended to confuse him, to confuse the layout of the building so he couldn't escape.



The drab, gray corridors were still there, and Ryan walked ahead, following Nathan's instructions. Right, left, up, down, secure door to secure door—the path was particularly long. Ryan understood that this was intended to confuse him, to confuse the layout of the building so he couldn't escape.

After 10 long minutes of wandering through the gray maze of corridors, Nathan made Ryan stop in front of a door that was still gray, of course.

"This is where you'll take your first test, be good, okay…" (Nathan)

"Mmpphh Mmpphh…" Ryan said into the cleave-gag he had kept.

The tutor put his thumb on the safety catch, and a beep sounded, unlocking the door. Ryan was then taken aback because the room behind the door turned out to be a sort of blue-walled children's playroom filled with toys, books, and board games. Light years away from the cold, dark interrogation room he was convinced he was heading to.



"Hello to you, my spiritual grandson..." said a deep, masculine voice that Ryan immediately recognized. That of James, Nathan's guardian and the general of Delta 23.



The extremely muscular man in his forties was sat on one of the chairs facing the table. Ryan, captivated by James's virility and muscle size, began to moan slightly into his gag.
But above all, he began to develop a large, more than visible erection, which paralyzed him in an instant, overcome by uncontrollable shame.

Nathan, for his part, finally removed the gag from his little one's mouth and placed a tender hand on his shoulder. Ryan then turned his gaze and listened as his tutor said, "My little one... Remind me what rule you learned this morning?"

"Answer by looking me straight in the eye, kid," James continued.
Ryan had trouble looking up at the muscular colossus, but he did his best not to look down. Then in a soft, hesitant voice, he said, "Rule #2: A man never makes fun of the size, appearance, and/or erection of another's penis, because that's not the measure of manhood."

"Good... that's very good, my boy," said James. "Nathan is a good influence on you. There's nothing more beautiful than an erect man; there's nothing dirty about it. So stop worrying stupidly and sit down opposite me. We'll have a little chat..."

"And Nathan?" (Ryan)

"He'll come for you when I'm done, but for now. You stay with me." (James)

"Very well..." (Ryan)

Ryan entered the room and sat down opposite James, so that the TV was to his right. The sound of the door being closed, the young man was now alone facing the supreme alpha leader of all of Studycity.

"So did you sleep well?" (James)

"Meh... not really." (Ryan)

"Have you had nightmares?" (James)

"I... I don't remember anymore." (Ryan)

"I see... Well, I'll suggest a game, little chick. Are you interested?" (James)

"I guess I have no choice..." (Ryan)

"Exactly..." (James)

James got up to get something from one of the game baskets, once he sat down again he placed 4 photos on the table.









"Okay, Ryan, can you read me the names on these pictures?" (James)

Ryan leaned forward and began to read with all his usual difficulty in deciphering: "J..Ja...Jake, V...Vane...Vanessa, T...Toby and Da..Dan.

"Say it out loud." (James)

"Jake, Vanessa, Toby and Dan." (Ryan)

"Good, very good. The goal of the game is simple. You're going to create a story for me with these four characters. There are no limits, you can tell whatever you want. And if you're unsure, just follow your instincts, okay?" (James)

"OK... Well... should I choose a title?" (Ryan)

"Yes, if you want." (James)

"All right, so here's where it begins..." (Ryan)
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Once upon a time…

A Hummer who rolling down the campus road, behind the wheel was 23-year-old Jake, captain of the football team. The ultimate cliche of a muscular jock/jock, wearing a Leatherman jacket and a backward cap. His leadership attitude seemed natural to him; he knew how to fight and was afraid of nothing, except his coach, the only one who really had any authority over him.



Jake was extremely popular, everyone respected him especially since he was officially in a relationship with Vanessa, one of the most beautiful girls on campus.



Jake's girlfriend sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching the night road go by. And then, suddenly, muffled, high-pitched male shouts came from the back of the car. Breaking the tranquil silence of the loving couple, Vanessa looked up.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"Hey! We already told you to shut your mouth, dwarf!" Vanessa shouted, turning back to the trunk where a young man was clearly bound and gagged.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" (young man)

"Damn... he had finally shut his mouth! That insufferable whiner..." (Vanessa)

"Calm down, my love... We're almost there, and this guy doesn't deserve this much attention from you. Ignore him, he doesn't deserve anything else." (Jake)

"That's true, sweetheart... You're right, that guy isn't worth my time. Well, I say "guy," but that flabby toad doesn't even have a drop of manhood in him." (Vanessa)

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"
"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

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Shivering in the trunk of the Hummer, breathing in the warm air at his disposal, was 19-year-old Toby. He shared a room with Jake, but the jock had never really spoken to him, content to go straight to bed and then leave again in the morning.

Toby is a young man, simple and ordinary, but rather shy. He's thin and terrible at sports, but he's not a pure intellectual either. His grades are just okay; he's one of those invisible guys who leaves no one interested, the kind whose name we still don't know at the end of the year.

He dressed simply in T-shirts and jeans of varying shapes and sizes, giving him the appearance of a middle school student. In short, he was the perfect prey to become a victim of bullying.



"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" he cried again into his gag. Jake had attacked him from behind as soon as he'd walked through the bedroom door. Pinned against the wall, he resisted as best he could, but the difference in strength was far too enormous for Toby to escape.

Within seconds, he felt the tape wrap around his crossed wrists behind his back, but Jake didn't stop there. He continued down until he completely wrapped his hands, blocking any chance his victim could tear the tape off.

Toby then started shouting, "Help! Help me!" Jake replied, "Shut your mouth!" and then took a balled-up sock out of his pocket, stuffed it into his victim's mouth, and wrapped the lower part of his face with eight wraps of tape as tightly as possible.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" Toby protested, but only incomprehensible moos could now come out of his vocal cords. But that wasn't the worst of it, because ever since Jake had tied his hands, Toby had been feeling a strange emotion. He felt warm, his heart was beating faster, but not from fear, no.

What he felt was pleasure and excitement, because deep down, Toby desired what was happening to him right now. Because yes, Toby was secretly in love with Jake, well, in love might be an exaggeration. Let's just say Jake was everything Toby desired: strength, power, muscles, beauty, but most of all, virility.

Deep down, he wanted to be Jake, or at least one of his friends.

He regularly masturbated while thinking about him, but he wasn't gay. Well, maybe, he wasn't really sure about that anymore. Because for the past few years, he's only looked at guys in porn movies... And his body responds strangely when a muscular guy is near him.

To put it simply, he automatically gets hard when a manly guy is around, but he doesn't really understand why. Because until now, he's always liked girls.

Suffice it to say that this situation of being tied up and gagged by his roommate, a pure cliche of the American jock, had triggered an uncontrollable erection that terrified him. "I hope he will never see!! I hope he will never see! " he repeated to himself over and over in his head while Jake wrapped his arms around the young man's torso from his pecs to his navel.

“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”
“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”

As our victim continued his muffled screams, Jake threw him to the ground like a sack of potatoes, then took both legs of Toby who was still struggling to save his honor.

Toby's ankles were quickly wrapped in tape as well. The young man was then lifted like a feather and ended up locked in the trunk of Jake's car.



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After a few more minutes of driving, the Hummer arrived in the backyard of a huge house, where the party was taking place. Toby, exhausted from his protests, could hear the muffled music from inside the trunk. He understood perfectly. Like everyone else, he'd seen those stupid teen movies where kids have parties that always end badly. He knew what awaited him.

He only hoped for one thing: to be forgotten for the rest of the night in that warm, humid trunk. "No matter what they do to me... I mustn't cry..."

I must not cry…
I must not cry…
I must not cry…

Toby was bound, gagged, and locked in the trunk of a car, but he wouldn't give his tormentors any more. He refused to lose what little honor he had left.

I must not cry…
I must not cry…
I must not cry…

And then the Hummer's trunk was slammed open, blinding Toby slightly from light adaptation, which made him groan slightly.

"Mmpphh!"

Jake, who was standing on the left with his arms crossed in front of him, Vanessa in the center started to giggle. On the right, however, also with his arms crossed, was a young man Toby had never seen. He was also wearing a leather jacket and was extremely muscular. He was undoubtedly another player on the football team.



"What the… What the hell is going on Jake ?!" he said, turning his gaze to his friend.

"Calm down, Dan... He's just some little fag I brought in for decorating. I caught him checking us out in the locker room. So he deserves to be punished..." Jake replied.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" Toby said in a vain attempt to answer. Because everything Jake just said was false, Toby would never have taken such a risk, especially since he wasn't some creepy voyeur.

Dan walked over to the trunk and grabbed Toby by his t-shirt, before slinging him over his shoulder as if he were no heavier than a sack of potatoes.

"Come on... Let's head to the pool, everyone's over there. Dan, you have to tie him to a chair with this. I'll go tell the DJ," Jake said before grabbing a long rope that Dan took in his right hand.

"Okay, Captain." The young man carrying Toby on his shoulder replied coldly. Toby didn't struggle; he didn't want to risk falling. Dan, on the other hand, was moving closer to the garden, where the party was taking place. The music was getting louder and louder, and the crowd was getting denser and denser.

Eyes turned back to the bound young man, the peals of laughter, even though they were drowned out by the music, Toby felt them deep in his flesh. He'd seen enough movies to know what was going to happen to him.

"I mustn't cry..."
"I mustn't cry..."
"I mustn't cry..."

He repeated this in his head, to stay strong, to keep himself from breaking down. Then, suddenly, Toby was thrown onto a plastic chair. In front of him, Dan looked like a giant. Toby then turned his gaze to the crowd to see a horde of young people, beer glasses in hand, doing everything and anything. He had quickly become the main attraction of the evening, but strangely enough, no one dared to approach him.

"They're probably scared of Dan," Toby thought intelligently, because it was true. Dan was the number two on the football team, an outstanding athlete who terrified everyone with his dominance. Only Jake could compete with him, but the two boys weren't really friends.

To be exact, it's Jake who's been sticking to Dan for a long time. Dan didn't want him at first, but he ended up accepting this strange friendship, because Jake literally spends his life with Dan. He calls him his bro. The promiscuity is such that he even sleeps in the same bed with Dan. Jake always eats lunch with him, changes in the locker room right next to Dan. In short, Jake spends most of his time with Dan. Which he's always found strange, but he knows that this kind of weird captain exist, it's just the first time he's experienced it in real life.

Over time, he comes to accept his clingy captain, especially since he's been dating Vanessa. Because Dan is secretly in love with her and is just waiting for one thing: for his captain to do the irreparable to get back what he wants.
And what better way to do that than to become the bro of the guy of the girl you want.

Dan moved to tie Toby wrists to the armrests of the chair. Then it was his turn to tie his ankles to the legs of the same chair. Toby wasn't struggling anymore; he knew it was completely pointless. Besides, the sooner Dan finished, the better chance he'd have of not seeing the young man's enormous erection.

The ropes binding his limbs were strangely soft and not that tight. he only had to spend a few minutes moving, Toby could probably free himself. But that didn't make any sense to him.

"Why would Dan be nice to me?" Toby wondered, raising his head, looking the muscular football player straight in the eye. Then, overcome by a strange urge, he felt the need to thank him. Toby made a soft moo into his gag.
"Mmph!"

Dan responded with a smirk, then did something surprising. The muscular football player put one hand on Toby's shoulder. He leaned down to whisper the following sentence in his ear. "Hold on until the music stops. Then I'll come back and untie you, and don't worry about Jake, things will turn soon for him..."

As Toby tried to comprehend what Dan had just said, the music suddenly stopped. Taking everyone by surprise. Toby turned his gaze to the DJ.

"What! No! It's not true..." Toby was suddenly shocked because in the middle of the crowd of young party goers was Marcus, his best and only friend.

Marcus was the cliche of the bespectacled Dungeons & Dragons geek, spending his life locked away in his dorm room.



What's he doing here?" Toby thought to himself in the first few seconds of surprise. Before the obvious hit him in the face, "It was… Marcus who told them… Yes, that's the only way they could have done it."

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to disturb you on the biggest night of the year, but I have an important announcement to make!" Jake shouted through the speakers, cutting off Toby's train of thought.

"You see the loser tied up in that chair, that's Toby the no one who shares my room."

At that moment, the partygoers were holding back their laughter. But their facial expressions were clear and unmistakable. They were jealous and disgusted that such an ugly, ordinary guy could share the campus star's daily life.

"But don't worry... I barely know her name. You can imagine that since I've been with Vanessa, my queen, I hardly ever sleep in this miserable room." (Jake)

At that moment the whole crowd started laughing: "HA HA HA HA HA!"

"Well now I propose a game to you... Dan to you" (Jake)

Dan stepped out of the crowd and approached the bound young man. Toby felt the tension rise within him as the athlete suddenly grabbed his white t-shirt and ripped it off with a single, sharp jerk. Toby's breathing quickened with the sudden surge of stress. But the young man insisted on remaining calm and not screaming into his gag; it was the only dignity he had left.
"Thanks, Dan," Jake continued.

"I know what you're thinking, my friends. But why did you have him sausage-chopped on that chair? Well, it turns out that this shrimp here is a queer who would love to suck me off... how do I know? It's very simple... Dan." (Jake)

Jake then turned to Dan, looking into the eyes of the poor, shirtless boy bound and gagged, reading him like a book.

"Mercy..." that was the word the victim sent him and reached his mind. Because that was what Toby, behind his silence, was asking him... to have mercy on him.

But Jake's muscular bro did nothing. And with a coldness worthy of a robot, he grabbed the top of Toby's jeans, unbuttoned them, and then yanked them down. That's when Toby's fully erect penis appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Look here, my friends... Here's proof that not only is this shit a sissy, but he also enjoys being tied up and humiliated by a real man,," Jake continued, as the crowd burst into laughter at the small size of Toby's erect cock.

"HA HA HA HA HA!"

"Okay, So we're going to play a simple game," Jake continued. "You're each going to write a very nice message about our friend to make him understand where he belongs..."

The young muscleman took a marker out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Dan.

"You do the honors, bro..." (Jake)

Dan smirked before picking up the marker. Toby had fully understood what was about to happen to him. He remained calm from then on; the more stoic he remained, the faster this would be over.

Dan began drawing on the bound young man's torso, without a moment's hesitation. As if Toby no longer existed, reducing him to a mere canvas.

The feel of the marker on his chest left no doubt that Dan was drawing a dick. When he finished, everyone burst out laughing again. Jake called another person, and then another, and another, until Toby's body was covered from his neck to just below his belly button.

Obscene drawings of dicks, poop, and other indescribable things intersected with the most filthy insults: "FAG, trans, cocksucker" and other such pleasantries.

Toby was as calm as ever, facing the parade of "cool people" who moved to show how cool they were, taking shape in the humiliation of a young man whose only crime was to be invisible and therefore unclassified.

Because it's always the same story, the same mistakes that we repeat over and over again. Nerds vs. athletes, a lie that books and movies have made us believe.

In the real world, the victims are always the forgettable ones. Those who are neither geeks, nor athletes, nor top of the class, nor anything at all... In short, they are those who don't belong to any group. Who have no one to come and save them. They are always the targets, the victims of the great competition of who will be the greatest "cool kid." Or to put it without distortion or euphemism. The competition of who will be the biggest sadistic asshole? Who will dare to cross the line the most? Who will be considered cool?

Toby remained stoic, at least on the surface. Because behind the mask of ice, Toby was crying in pain. He wanted to scream, to shout, to tell the world how destroyed and humiliated he was. But he refused; that would give them too much pleasure and prove their point. And grant them total victory. That's why he held back... He controlled himself as much as possible to preserve the only remaining shred of dignity.

But his body wasn't as resilient as his mind. And as he imagined himself in the arms of a muscular man hugging him, his eyes grew wetter. He pretended not to know, to continue ignoring, but tears began to flow from his left eye.

"HA HA! Look at everyone, the fag is starting to cry!" Jake continued just before the crowd burst out laughing again.
"Come on, Vanessa, your the last, finish the dance so we can get on with our evening."

Jake handed the marker to his girlfriend, who took it and moved closer to our silently crying victim. But she wasn't satisfied with just another insult on Toby's body.

Vanessa pointed the tip of the marker at Toby's forehead, surprising everyone. The young man immediately recognized what she was drawing: a huge cock.

But she didn't stop there; she continued to draw what quickly appeared to be a mouth swallowing the genitals. Followed like a cherry on a cake by the word "me" written in capital letters with an arrow pointing to the drawing.

"There... You can applaud me as a future painter," she said in a tone full of contempt and arrogance.

The crowd began to applaud the campus queen, not by choice or out of admiration for her artistic talents, but because deep down, they were all terrified of Vanessa. Terrified of potentially finding themselves in Toby's shoes.
The young woman turned to Jake, who then shouted, "Music!" signaling the end of recess. The bass drone of the bad techno music resumed, ordering everyone to return to their previous positions as if nothing had happened.
From the first notes, Toby no longer existed. The boy, still bound/gagged to his plastic chair, had held firm; he had only partially cracked. But suddenly he felt the chair being tilted back, then pulled to the bottom of the garden, to the complete indifference of the people around him. Toby began to moo into the gray tape that covered the lower part of his face. But it didn't change anything; he was being dragged somewhere by a stranger he couldn't see.
Jake, for his part, moved closer to Vanessa, pressing himself against her body, then placing a hand on her buttocks. The girl immediately understood what this was about, or rather, what her man needed.
"Let's not go here, love. Let's do this in a room upstairs, we'll be quiet..." she said in a sexy, seductive voice. Jake didn't reply, just smiled and followed his girlfriend through the house.

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“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”
“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”

Toby screamed into his duct tape gag, still bound and being dragged by a stranger to the back of the huge garden. There stood a large white shed filled with garden tools.





Once the chair was placed in the center of the shed, the unknown man slowly moved to face Toby, whose mooing immediately stopped in shock at who was in front of him.

"Surprised, huh... you didn't expect to see me here, did you?" said the man who was none other than Marcus, Toby's only real "friend." He was wearing a poorly fitting suit that made him look bigger than he actually was.



"Mmpphh Mmpphh!"

"Wait, I'll take this off for you..." (Marcus)

Marcus took a pair of scissors and cut the tape off the gag before yanking it off. Toby immediately spat out the sock that had been in his mouth for too long and finally took a few deep breaths. But he looked his "friend" straight in the eye without saying anything.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" (Marcus)

Toby didn't answer right away, he hesitated to be direct but ultimately given his situation, he decided he had nothing left to lose.

"Dude... I saw you earlier next to the DJ... I'm not stupid. You're the one who told Jake I was gay. You're the one who set this whole thing up, aren't you!" (Toby)

"Yes, that's right, you're right, I'm the one who hacked your Porn-you account and told Jake everything." (Marcus)
"What... But. Why? I thought we were friends!" (Toby)

"Yes… That's exactly what we were, I came to tell you it was over." (Marcus)

"I...I don't understand..." (Toby)

"It's very simple: I'm tired of being a stinking geek who plays Dungeons and Dragons. I want to do cool things and finally get a girlfriend. You understand?" (Marcus)

"No... No, I don't understand. Why did I was publicly humiliated like that by everyone? What do you have to gain from that?" (Toby)

“Of distinction…” (Marcus)

"The what?" (Toby)

"The distinction... that's what separates you and me. I'm a normal guy who likes chicks and you're a faggot who sucks cock. If I want to do cool stuff, I have to hang out with cool people, and you are nothing. You're the most transparent guy on campus, the invisible guy from the back of the class whose name no one knows. But starting tonight, I'm ranked above you in the hierarchy, and I intend to take advantage of it." (Marcus)

"I... I don't get it, you want to be Jake's friend, but he'll never want you." (Toby)

"What! Jake... That stupid, testosterone-fueled buffalo, no way. And anyway, the king's going to fall from his throne soon..." (Marcus)

"Huh what?" (Toby)

"Jake will soon be joining you in the fag-club, it's part of our plans." (Marcus)

"Our plans... You're not alone?" (Toby)

"Of course not... What do you think, Toby? That the goal was to humiliate you, the transparent ghost of the university . Dude, sorry to disappoint you, but you're not the main character in this story, just an insignificant insect in our plans." (Marcus)

"Your plan... It's Jake! He's your real target! You wanted to hurt him, didn't you!" (Toby)

"Pff... I don't have to answer your question, I'm here for two things. To make sure that you, the side kick doesn't disrupt the main plot and to say goodbye to you." (Marcus)

At his words Marcus took a roll of black tape and began to pull a long strip.

"No wait... Marcus! Don't gag m...Mmpphh Mmpphh!" (Toby)

Without paying any attention to the boy's complaints, Marcus wrapped the lower part of Toby's face in 11 layers of tape which now muffled the prisoner's sounds.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"There... that's much better, the background actor need to stay in its loser position..." (Marcus)

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

Toby mooed into the scotch and struggled with all his might as Marcus headed for the exit. They turned around one last time to say, "Goodbye... My old friend," before locking the shed door.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"
"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

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For his part, Jake followed his girlfriend upstairs to a large bedroom with a private bathroom where the music outside could barely be heard. The dim lighting only added to the excitement of the muscular athlete, who couldn't wait any longer.



Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed in a suggestive pose that made the young man smile with excitement, when suddenly Jake felt something hit the back of his head. The blow was so violent that he immediately fell to the floor, completely unconscious.
It took a while for his mind to wake up, a feeling of rigidity ran through all his muscles and his still blurred vision became clearer and clearer.

The first thing he felt was that his mouth was filled with something spongy that blocked his tongue and prevented him from speaking.

"Mmpphh!"

He tried to expel the said object but something sticky stuck to his mouth blocked any movement of his lips.
"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

Jake started screaming, or rather mooing, realizing that he had been gagged with tape, probably the same as Toby.

“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”
“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”

In the seconds that followed, he felt that his position was strange and uncomfortable. Jake was indeed tied up cross-legged. His fists were in front of him, but held together by a long hemp rope that also tied his crossed ankles.

This prevented him from raising his hands too high and tearing off the tape. Just as the sitting position limited his use of his athletic strength.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

Jake continued to moo and struggle with all his might.

"Ha…. The princess finally woke up." said a male voice that Jake immediately recognized as Dan's.



"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" Jake shouted with joy into his scotch, overcome with happiness at seeing his bro in front of him.
But surprisingly, the team's number two didn't run to save his captain, as male fraternity should be. On the contrary, Dan began to smile. Revealing a facial expression the gagged jock knew very well.

That of the pleasure of domination….

Jake stopped struggling and was suddenly struck by a chilling terror, a brutal shock against reality he couldn't escape. Because it was Dan, his bro, his number two on the team, his second in command, who had just knocked him out, tied him up, and stuck that fucking tape over his mouth. But he didn't want to believe it; it was impossible for him.



"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!" he mooed, his expression blank with incomprehension.

"Pff… You really are the dumbest guy I've ever seen…" Dan said with disconcerting cynicism.

"Look... I'm the one who made you sleep with this, you moron..." he continued, pointing at a baseball bat lying on the edge of the bed. Jake mooed in confusion, still refusing to believe what he was seeing.

"Do you remember Tom at the beginning of the year? You tied him up in that same position and then we locked him in a locker. Because he was watching us while we were changing... At least that's what you told us."

"Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"There was also Max, Vincent, and the others whose names I've forgotten... but they're not important, no. The really weird thing is that you tied them up and gagged them every time... at first I thought it was funny, but then I started to wonder. Why do you need to tie up nerds or invisible guys, when there are 10,000 funnier things to do with these losers?"

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"So I asked a nerd to do a little research on you... Marco or Marcus... I don't remember his name... but it doesn't matter. Geeks are good at finding information and that's what I needed..."

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"So obviously when I found out that Jake, the number 1 on campus, the coolest guy, the strongest, was actually just a nasty faggot who got turned on by being tied up like a sausage, it was...uh...how can I said..."

“Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh Mmmppphhh!”

“Yes, that’s it… it was wonderful, the best day of my life!”

"Mmpphh Mmpphh!"

"I was finally going to be able to get rid of you, the insufferable clinger and your dirty hands that you always put on my shoulders. I was finally going to take back the place that you stole from me. The one of the campus leader, the one of the alpha, the one I had before you arrived and destroyed everything!"

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"Because yes, your reign is over Jake...You don't know it yet but you've already lost everything...Look..."
At that moment, Dan turned his gaze toward the bathroom door. Jake followed suit and was shocked again because, leaning against the gap between the two rooms, was Vanessa, arms crossed, sporting a devilish smile Jake had never seen on her before.



Vanessa slowly approached the Jock, cell phone in hand, and said, "I hope the sponge tastes good, little shit... You know... When Dan told me you were a faggot, I didn't want to believe it, it was absurd. How could, the captain of the team, the strongest, most masculine guy, be a dirty faggot. So he showed me this and I had to face the truth..."

Vanessa showed Jake the phone screen, and Jake displayed a photo of his porn history, which included links to gay BDSM videos of guys being tied up, gagged, and beaten.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, FATHER!" She yelled.

"Do you have any idea how shocked I was?! How much it hurt! You have no idea how much I, a trucker's daughter, had to go through to get to this point! What did you think! That I spent 3 hours making myself look beautiful just for you! You're just a big asshole who lied to me! You pretended to love me during the day and you sucked big cocks at night! But it doesn't matter... You know why? Because I found someone much better than you... You understand what that means... You and I, it's over!" (Vanessa)

“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”
“Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!”

At that moment, Jake began to scream into his gag and struggle again. He wanted to shout every insult he could think of, but he couldn't with the sponge in his mouth.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

(And you, bitch! What do you think! That you suffer more because you're a girl! If a single guy went whining like you, we'd rip his balls off on the spot and say he doesn't deserve them anymore. It's always like that with sluts like you. Me, me, me, me, me, and me.
Never a thought for us guys, what do you think? That I don't suffer from being a fucking faggot! Obviously, bitch! But it doesn't matter! I'm a guy, I have to carry your groceries and keep my mouth shut! I have to fuck you when you want to even if it disgusts me! But you never noticed that because all you were interested in was owning Jake. Controlling the coolest, most popular guy!) Jake said to himself in his head.

"Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"

"You're just a big asshole who lied to me! You pretended to love me during the day and you sucked big cocks at night! But it's not that bad... you know why? Because I've found much better ones than you..." (Vanessa)

At that moment Jake's ex-girlfriend walked over to Dan, pressing her body against him and then kissing him wildly, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue.

Jake literally exploded with rage at this show, which had only one goal: to humiliate him permanently.

After a good five minutes of visual and audio torture, Jake stopped struggling. Exhausted, he let himself be pressed against the wall and said nothing more, but inside he was furious.

Dan and Vanessa broke off their kiss and Vanessa said, "Well, it took you a while to shut up, faggot."

"Stop it, my love... We've already given him too much of our time, this guy is finished..." (Vanessa)

"Wait... I want to make sure he understands..." (Dan)

"Well, hurry up then, I want to have some fun..." (Vanessa)

Dan then took out his phone and pointed it at Jake, who couldn't believe his eyes. A video of him masturbating was playing on the screen in front of him.

"I've already sent it to the whole team and they've sent it to all their contacts, in other words everyone has already seen the video... You understand... When I say you're finished, it means that no one will ever want you anywhere again. Not even the losers you humiliated. And I'll point out for your little brain that the decision to exclude you from the team has already been made and that even the coach agrees..." (Dan)

Jake said nothing, withdrawing into silence, the last remaining protective space. His rage, his anger, had turned into despair, into a profound sense of injustice. He had just lost everything, everything he had worked to build over the years, but that wasn't the worst of it.

The hardest thing for him was accepting that Dan, his brother, his best friend, the one he could count on at every moment, was the one who had taken everything from him. He had executed him without pity, without remorse, without any hesitation. Him, the man he secretly loved, the one he thought about when he slept with Vanessa. The one whose scent he adored. The one for whom he would do anything. It was this man who had betrayed him, destroying his heart of glass.

Tears then began to flow from the jock's left eye...

"HA HA! The pedal is starting to whine! Pathetic…." (Dan)

"Come on, let this loser cry and come have fun with me" (Vanessa)

"Yes... you're right, I'm coming, my love." (Dan)

Dan went to join his new girlfriend, the two kissed, Vanessa started to take off her top and Dan was curiously seized by a doubt: "Are you... are you sure you want to do this in front of him?"

"Of course... My love. It's not every day that we have such a captive audience..." she replied, half-dead with laughter. The two lovers began to enjoy themselves in front of Jake, tears streaming down his cheeks, who had no choice but to watch this cruel spectacle. Thus sounding the death knell of his manhood.

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Toby, meanwhile, was screaming with rage into his gag, struggling with his meager strength against the ropes holding him to the plastic chair. He didn't know how much time had passed, but his struggle had probably lasted several hours.

A good indicator was that the music had completely stopped, which meant no one was in any condition to dance anymore.

Toby was literally straining against his restraints, regaining his strength before starting again, again and again. During his breaks, he thought about his friend—well, his former friend, because his words had been very clear. He didn't want Toby anymore; the call of being a cool kid had gotten the better of Marcus.

But strangely, the young man wasn't thinking about it anymore. Only Jake occupied Toby's thoughts now. "Why... Why attack him, it doesn't make any sense?" he thought.
"Jake is the number one guy on campus, everyone loves him? He's tall, muscular, handsome, he has this manly, masculine energy that people like, why would you want to hurt him..."

That's when Toby had a flash of thought: "But yes, that's it... People... they don't like Jake. They're afraid of him, of his strength, his virility, his power... His girlfriend isn't interested in him, but in what he can bring to her. He's an object, a tool, a place that others envy and I'm nothing."

That was their plan from the beginning, to use me as a distraction while they waited for their real target. Dan is probably in on it too, he wants Jake's job. He's ready to betray his friend for this... Poor Jake, he must be suffering so much... I don't really know why, but I think he doesn't deserve this.

I see how hard it is to be rejected and alone, but I'm used to it, I've been going through this all my life, but he, so handsome, so muscular, so strong, didn't deserve to end up humiliated like I am, I don't want anyone else to go through this.
I don't wish anyone to suffer like I did... That's why I have to save him, no matter what it costs me I'll save you Jake!"

Toby then resumed his struggle, but this time focusing on his wrists, which tied to the armrests. He moved his arms slowly and steadily over the ropes, and suddenly, probably because Dan had left a little slack, the ropes became looser and looser until they finally freed the young man's wrist.

Toby immediately ripped off his gag, then took deep breaths before completely detach himself.
"Jake... I have to find him!" he said to himself before leaving the cabin.
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Toby arrived near the backyard pool and realized the party was well and truly over. On the ground lay the party goers, asleep from the excesses of drugs and alcohol. All in positions that made it almost artistic.

But Toby paid no further attention to these people. His only obsession at the moment was to find Jake.

Wanting to know how long he had been tied up, he took out his cell phone and was shocked. Every messaging service and every network was circulating with photos of Jake bound, gagged, and humiliated.

Terrified, Toby rushed to the house's open bay window.

But he had barely entered when he stopped running because in front of him, a few meters away, was Dan.

"Hmm... I'll was coming to free you like I told you to. But you managed to do it alone, not bad. I suspected you were stronger than you looked..." (Dan)

"You're the one who didn't fully tighten the ropes..." (Toby)

"Yeah, that's true. That's because I have nothing against you. You just got unlucky." (Dan)

"What do you mean?" (Toby)

"I needed to keep Jake in the dark, and you were the perfect distraction, so thanks for that." (Dan)

"You took those social media photos, didn't you? That was your plan all along: to attack Jake and destroy him!" (Toby)

"Indeed..." (Dan)

"Why?!" (Toby)

"Because he's just a fucking faggot who lied to everyone. Me, the team, and even my girlfriend. He only got what he deserved, a faggot like him should stay where he belongs." (Dan)

"And me... I'm just a dirty faggot too." (Toby)

"Yes, but you are nobody, even your only friend betrayed you because you are such a loser." (Dan)

"You betrayed your friend too..." (Toby)

"Jake was never my friend." (Dan)

"What?!" (Toby)

"Jake is the fag who took my place! Of the coolest guy, the leader of the team, the one with the most beautiful girl. He came along and ruined 23 years of my life! I was always the most popular...
This has always been my place, guys shut their mouths around me and girls all beg to be fucked by my dick. It's the natural order of things and anyone who thinks they can steal my spot will end up like that faggot Jake. Humiliated and destroyed, crying like chicks. Because I'm the man! I'm the alpha! The one who dominates them all and crushes them all!" (Dan)
Toby was frozen, terrified by Dan's sudden rage.

"Hmm... Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you... I just came to get my new girlfriend Vanessa's bag. If you want revenge on the other faggot, he's upstairs in the bedroom at the very end of the hall. Farewells loser..." (Dan)
Dan turned around, grabbed the handbag from the couch, and left the house, already forgotten completely oblivious to Toby's existence.

The yong man hurried toward the stairs. began to hear muffled sounds, a sort of mooing that grew louder and louder as he approached. The young man then ran at full speed down the hallway. Once in front of the door, Toby grabbed the handle but stopped abruptly in front of the bedroom entrance. Cause the sounds emitted from inside had nothing to do with screams of rage, anger, or calls for help.

"What the…" the young man said to himself. He thought back to Dan's words, "If you want revenge on the other faggot, he's upstairs." It was another possibility; he had the chance to do to Jake what he had been through. The idea filled him with a strange desire, a cruel satisfaction, a deep and sincere pleasure in wanting revenge.

But another, even stranger feeling took over. Toby couldn't explain it clearly, but his heart sank; something was wrong...
"He... he's crying... Him? How is that possible? Jake is the most handsome, strongest, most popular guy. He has everything going for him, how can he be sad..."

Toby pressed his ear to the door, listening to the sad moans of the fallen jock. His heart sank even deeper.
"In the end, he and I, are the same... he's alone and abandoned by everyone, no one loves him for who he really is, no one cares about him, no one wants to see him, to understand him. For them, he was just a brainless brute, an idiot who got what he deserved, but me... I don't know why, but hearing him like that makes me sad..."

That's when Toby decided to open the door. Jake was on the left, his back against the wall. The gagged jock stopped crying, convinced that Dan was coming back for one last humiliation. But to his surprise, Jake saw a plain-looking guy who vaguely looked familiar.

"Yes... That's the guy from my room... Toby!" Jake said to himself before mooing, "Mmmmpppphhhh Mmmmpppphhhh!"
Toby slowly advanced towards the bound jock, his moos increasingly expressing his concern. Overcome by the fear of revenge, Jake looked at young Toby, convinced that a new humiliation was about to come.

But to his great surprise, Toby rushed to take Jake in his arms, a strange sensation then appeared in the captive jock. A kind of benevolent warmth that spread to his cock, which began to grow at a delirious speed, becoming a giant erection completely visible through his pants.

After letting go of Jake, Toby gently removed the tape from his mouth and removed the inflated sponge that had been forced into him, then began to untie the ropes binding the jock's wrists.

"What the...?" Jake said, completely incomprehensible to what was happening. Toby, the loser who shared his room, was the one who came to save him. This made no sense to Jake, who, once free, finally removed the tape stuck to his lips.
"Haaaaa…" he sighed in relief before attempting to get up immediately. But unfortunately for him, the muscular athlete had spent far too long in this uncomfortable position. No sooner had he gotten up than Jake immediately fell to the ground due to his still-numb legs.

"Shit!" he shouted as he fell.

Toby said nothing, caught in a strange confusion that prevented him from speaking or thinking. He was operating as if on autopilot, but with a gentle and sincere desire to help Jake. So, still without saying anything, Toby placed his arms between the jock's as if to put him in an armlock.

"What the hell are you doing…" Jake said, still unsure of the young man's intentions. But the young man didn't hurt him; on the contrary, he gently and carefully turned Jake over like a wounded animal. Then, with his limited strength, he pulled him towards the enormous bed.

Toby, with his weak strength, dragged Jake millimeter by millimeter in terrible muscular pain that the young man took care not to reveal, walling himself up in his silence.

Jake couldn't believe it, not only had this guy saved him, but he was also taking care of him. He who had nothing left, who was nothing anymore. Normally, he would have taken it as a humiliation. It would only take a few simple movements to bring down this little shrimp, to show him who was the strongest of the two. But something had changed. Jake didn't want to do this, it was hard to admit, but for once he liked being the one being saved. His knight is weak, fragile, has a shrimp body, but in this precise moment he is the most virile man he has ever known.

Jake is a lover of virility, the real thing. As a child, he admired these athletes with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. He didn't just want to be like them, but with them, on the field as in life. But very quickly he realized that his dick didn't work like those of the others, who shared photos and videos of naked girls.

What made his dick swell were images of muscular men tied up and gagged. He was always ashamed of it, he knew it was wrong. That guys, real guys, should go out with girls. Jake never gave a damn about girls, but you had to like them. So that's what he did...

He didn't want to hurt anyone, but the risk of being found out who he was was too great. He didn't want to become one of those unsociable losers everyone hates. He wanted friends, bros, and to live with them, everything young people want to experience. All without being considered a dirty queer.

He simply wanted to be friends with guys who were just as masculine and virile as him. But for that to be possible, you had to be straight, that was the prerequisite for everything: Not to be a dirty faggot.

But everything had changed for Jake, during his long hours alone, tied up and gagged. Once Dan and Vanessa left. Jake screamed, screamed like a madman into the tape that was now covering his mouth. Convinced that someone was going to save him. But no one came, not Dan, not any member of the team, not anyone.

Except Toby, who found himself there. Pulling the buffalo as best he could, this improbable situation, this new emotion. The young, muscular athlete didn't know what to do with it. But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because the edge of the bed was finally reaching Jake, who grabbed it to sit on the edge.

Toby also sat down just to Jake's left. A long silence fell, the two boys not knowing what to say to each other. Then Toby broke the silence with the following words: "That... just time for the circulation to return to your legs... You'll be able to walk again in a few minutes."

"I know..." Jake replied coldly, turning his face, his eyes fixed on the other boy. Who immediately felt the pressure of that gaze on him. Jake then looked at Toby's shirtless body, still covered in dick drawings and other homophobic insults.

"Why did you save me after what I did to you?" (Jake)

"Cause if I don't, no one ever will." (Toby)

Jake, not knowing what to say, looked at Toby's body again and noticed that he was trembling. This was not surprising considering he had spent several hours half-naked in the cold night air. The jock then took off his jacket and gently placed it on his neighbor's shoulders.

But he didn't stop there, he reached out with his left arm, grabbing Toby and placing his head against his shoulder. The young man was taken by surprise and turned his face towards the muscular athlete to say, "What the…?"

"To keep you warm, otherwise you'll get sick." (Jake)

"Um...Thanks" (Toby)

"I'm the one who thanks you. You came to help me despite everything I put you through." (Jake)

"It's normal..." (Toby)

"Of course not" (Jake)

"…" (Toby)

"That bitch humiliated me, I'm finished, I've lost everything... I could never love women, I just thought I could fuck 2-3 guys' asses from time to time and be okay."

"…" (Toby)

"But you, the guy I humiliated and assaulted, you forgave me as if I were innocent. You're way too nice, you're going to have to toughen up a little. (Jake)

"Huh…?" (Toby)

Jake stood up to face Toby, holding out his hand. The boy raised his head, looking at the jock with a mixture of desire and incomprehension.

"Starting today, you're going to be my new bro. But I'm warning you, it'll be mandatory for you to work out. No way my bro has such a fragile body." (Jake)

"Thanks," Toby replied with a big smile, as if he'd been waiting for this sentence all his life. The slim young man took the jock's hand and stood up.

"Tonight you're sleeping with me, you deserve it bro."

Toby and Jake then left that house, now living a strange new relationship...

(End of story created by Ryan)
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Back in that room full of children's toys where Ryan told this whole story to James who was filled his notebook note.



"I... I can't take it anymore," Ryan said exhausted after creating this overly long story.

"I'm not asking for more, you decide when it ends. But you've impressed me, Ryan. Few people can create such long and interesting stories."

"Really?" (Ryan)

"Yes... You are really very talented" (James)

"I find it hard to believe you..." (Ryan)

"I know, Nathan!" (James)

At that moment Ryan's guardian opened the door and entered the room.

"General…" (Nathan)

"This boy behaved very well, he deserves a reward." (James)

"Very well..." (Nathan)

"Huh?" (Ryan)

"Your classmates are on break in the yard." (James)

"What? Does that mean…?" (Ryan)

"Yes, you will be able to join them." (James)

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(To be continued...)