Trapped at the Reunion

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Breaking the Code

“Wait, so what you’re telling me is you and Chuck cleared the room,” Andre rubbed the bridge of his nose, “by having sex with each other?”

“Yes,” Kenji nodded. “That’s how we came to, um, interpret the instructions. Like, helping your teammate and doing what feels right can mean–”

“Yeah I know what they mean,” Andre raised a hand. He sighed. “This is fucking wild. I mean, what if…”

“What if… what?”

“What if this is the point of kidnapping us? Think about it. Whoever did this probably doesn’t need money from us – they built this entire place anyway. They don’t seem to want to hurt us either. So, what if the reason they kidnapped us is so that they can see us… fuck.”

Kenji frowned. “But… that’s… no, who the fuck would… no. You mean they built this whole creepy replica of our school just to see us fuck inside it? That’s sick.”

“Yeah, it is sick. That’s for sure. But why the vague instructions? Why not just tell us to- Well, I guess it’s more fun for them, but…” Andre crossed his arms and stared at the floor. “How could they be sure that we would be able to… perform? It’s not like they can make us get hard and stuff like that.”

“Shit,” Kenji’s eyes went wide. “Wait, do you think they, like, planted a chip inside our dicks or our brains or something? So they could make us horny whenever they want?”

Andre cocked his head to the side. “Uh… I don’t think that’s very likely. Did you see any scars around your dick earlier?”

“Well, no, but it makes sense, right? Like, when I was taking that shower with Chuck, I just got super horny for no reason. Chuck is hot and all but I literally spent all of high school mastering the art of not getting hard in the showers with other guys. And somehow I couldn’t get it down. If it’s not a chip, then… then they must’ve drugged us. Pumped Viagra into our blood or something.”

“That sounds more feasible, but we would feel the effect more quickly if that was the case. And nothing happened to Joel and I while you two were in there, so maybe that’s not it either…” Andre fixed his eyes on the floor. He always did when he had to think hard about something.

“Oh, wait, Andre,” Kenji said, which made Andre snap up in attention. “You’re… gay, too, right?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I guess all of us are, which really buffs up the kidnapped-us-to-see-us-fuck theory,” Andre said, racking his mind for who could know that all of them were gay. It must also be someone from their high school, because the only way someone would go out of their way to build a replica of Fairview High was that they had some kind of connection to–

“Wait, so,” Kenji let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry to keep bringing this up, but um… the rumours back then about you kissing another guy. Was that true?”

“Uh, yeah…” Andre said, bracing himself for the inevitable question.

“Woah, really? Who was it with?” And there it was. “No one ever found out, at least I don’t think so. All I know is that you were seen kissing some guy in a car up in Rosewood Cliff, you know, the place where you can see the whole town from? So who was it?”

Andre sighed. There was no point in hiding it. There was even less point in hiding it from Kenji. “It was Joel.”

“What?” Kenji’s mouth turned into a wide O. “Joel? The Joel that’s here with us right now?”

Andre scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, we, uh, kinda… dated for a while during senior year.”

“Holy crap. That’s so cool. Damn, I wish I had a boyfriend in high school,” Kenji let out a sigh, then turned his attention back to Andre. “So… do you think one of the next rooms will be you and him?”

“Yep, that seems likely.”

“Ooh, exciting. Rekindling an old flame? That’s cool, right?” Kenji beamed. “Assuming you’re single right now?”

“Yeah, but I’m not particularly excited about it, to be honest. When you and Chuck were in the first room and Joel and I were out here, it was so awkward. Like, I could tell we were both trying not to talk about it, you know what I mean? We just talked about random shit like where we live now and our current jobs and things like that. I know it’s been ten years but he was my first love and,” Andre took a breath, then exhaled, “it still feels fresh, somehow.”

Kenji nodded. “Yeah, I feel you.”

“But hey, if I have to have sex with Joel to get out of here, I’m gonna do it,” Andre said. “I mean, Joel and Chuck in there right now? I can’t even imagine how that’s going.”

Andre and Kenji rushed to the door as soon as they saw shadows moving behind the frosted glass. First to emerge was Joel, then Chuck. Andre noticed dark spots on their suits, like they had been splashed with water.

“You’re back,” Kenji said. “Uh… you two okay?”

“Why are you… wet?” Andre said, peering through the door that Joel and Chuck left open. He saw the white ceramic sinks and the tiled floor.

Joel combed his hand through his hair. “It’s… part of the instructions,” he said. “We were supposed to step into each other’s shoes, which we interpreted as me shoving Chuck’s head down the toilet.”

Andre’s mouth fell open. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, that’s kinda how we sorted things out.” Chuck ducked his head. “I let Joel bully me.”

“That’s fucking wild,” Kenji said with a laugh. “Wait, but after that you two…”

“Fucked, yes,” Joel said. “We fucked after I shoved Chuck’s head down the toilet, but that’s not important. What’s important is that fucking seems to be the theme for today.” Andre’s eyes met Joel’s for a split second, before he averted his gaze.

“Yeah, Andre and I were talking. It seems like the sick motherfucker who put us in here wants us to fuck our way out of it,” Kenji said.

“Sure…but what do they gain from us fucking?” Chuck asked.

“There are probably hidden cameras in all the rooms,” Andre said. “Like in actual escape rooms, right?”

“Which means they’re probably recording this, too.” Joel groaned. “Whatever, not like anyone cares about a sex tape this day and age.”

“What do you mean no one cares? What if they send this to our bosses or something?” Chuck scowled. “I could lose my job.”

“It could be worse,” Andre said. “At least they’re not threatening to kill us or our family or anything. They’re not torturing us–well, I guess you could say this is a form of torture, but…”

“Hot sex as torture? Sign me up!” Kenji smiled, but he was met with Chuck’s glare, Joel’s frown, and Andre’s sigh. “Damn, tough crowd here today,” he rolled his eyes.

“The point is,” Joel turned to Chuck, “in the range of things that happen to people when they are kidnapped, we still have it pretty good for now. I’m sure your bosses won’t care about a sex tape, and besides, you could always quit and do OnlyFans. Monetize that shit.”

Chuck put his hands on his hips. “You can’t be serious.”

“Chuck, if you start an OnlyFans, man, you’ll make so much bank,” Kenji said. “I’d subscribe. Hell, I’d send you 30 dollars just for a torso pic.”

“Oh, and you know what you can do?” Joel grinned. “Sell your used underwear. People love to sniff used gear. Get on that.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Joel,” Kenji added. “You’ll probably need a porn name, though. Chuck Fredericks doesn’t roll off the tongue that well. How about… Chuck Megafuck 5000?”

“Not bad, not bad.” Joel pursed his lips in deep thought. “We’d want to play up his beefy, muscly, ex-quarterback body type more. Something like…”

“Oh, I like it when pornstars have punny names.” Kenji said. “What about, I don’t know, Tom Bra-dick, or… or.. Peyton Manhole?”

“Those are… fucking awful,” Joel said, breaking into laughter with Kenji. Andre couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Haha, haha,” Chuck said. “Can we go back to the part where we’re trying to get out of here?”

“Right.” Andre nodded while Joel and Kenji regained their serious faces. “Next door.”

There were only two doors left, both near the end of the hallway where the exit is. Andre stepped in front of one, while Kenji took the one opposite to him. Andre’s handle didn’t work, but Kenji’s did.

“Alright, let’s see who’s next,” Kenji said, turning the handle while the group anxiously followed behind him. When the door opened, they saw the same closet-sized room lit by the same red light bulb with the same metal door with a piece of paper stuck to it. But that wasn’t all.

“What the…” Andre muttered. There were two outfits hung on metal hangers on opposite sides of the room. One was olive green chinos, a light yellow shirt, a brown felt blazer, and a tie with thin, diagonal brown and yellow stripes. The other was a pair of white basketball shorts, a jersey, and a pair of white sneakers tied to the hanger with its strings.

“We get…costumes?” Kenji said, surveying the blue and white basketball jersey. On the front was the logo for the Fairview High Pelicans, and when Kenji turned the jersey over, they saw a big number eight printed in blue. Above it was the name Tamura.

“So this is obviously for me,” Kenji sighed. “What about the suit?”

“It’s for Andre,” Chuck said with the piece of paper in his hand. “Room Three. Players: Andre Hicks and Kenji Tamura.”

Andre read the words. He looked up at Kenji, who gave him a reassuring nod.

“Alright, Chuck and I will step out. You two have fun in there.” Joel patted Kenji on the back and was about to do the same to Andre when their eyes met. There was something about the way Joel was looking at him that made Andre pause. Joel was so handsome, he thought. He hadn’t changed much from high school – his skin had cleared up, his face tightened to reveal a hint of cheekbones – but he was still unmistakably Joel with his kind brown eyes, thick dark eyebrows, and wide lips. Finally, Joel blinked and averted his gaze.

“See ya in a bit,” Joel said and placed a hand on Andre’s back.

“See ya…” Andre replied weakly as he watched the door close behind Joel. When he turned around, he noticed Kenji’s eyes staring at him.

“What?” Andre asked.

“The sexual tension is just… phew!” Kenji fanned himself with his hand, to which Andre rolled his eyes.

“You know we’re the ones fucking right? Not me and Joel?”

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of which, why hasn’t the light turned green yet?” Kenji asked, and they both stared up at the menacing red glow above them.

“Oh,” Andre glanced to the side and saw the suit hanging on the wall, “we probably have to put these on first.”

Kenji’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, of course. That makes sense,” he said, and immediately began to undress in front of Andre, which made him blush. He was about to ask Kenji if they could change with their backs against each other, but decided that it was pointless to do so. Thus, Andre took off his suit jacket, then his shirt, then his pants, stealing quick glances at Kenji as he did so. He admired Kenji’s creamy skin, his long, taut limbs, and his flat stomach and toned chest.

“You’re checking me out, aren’t you?” Kenji said, and Andre brought his eyes up to meet Kenji’s. They were both only in their underwear, and Kenji was grinning at him.

“I– I mean… yeah,” Andre said. “You look good.”

“Aw, thank you.” Kenji flashed him a smile. “You look really good, too.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Andre nodded, before grabbing the yellow shirt he was given, self-conscious of his lanky body. The shirt, he realized, was a perfect fit for him, and when he put on the trousers and the blazer, he noticed that they, too, hugged his torso and legs like a glove, as if these clothes were tailored for him. There wasn’t a belt nor a pair of shoes – so he figured he could just use his own. Finally, he threw on the tie and tightened it around his collar. As soon as the knot slid up to his neck, the light turned green.

“Ready?” Kenji asked.

“Yeah–oh, wait,” Andre said. He collected his clothes from the ground and quickly put them on the hanger, first the shirt, then the suit jacket over it, then the trousers he folded in half and hung it over the bottom of the triangle. He put the hanger on the hook on the wall, and turned to see Kenji’s expression.

“I just like to be organized,” Andre said.

“Yeah, no, it’s great. Couldn’t be me, though,” Kenji said. “So, ready?”

Andre took a deep breath. “Ready.”

Kenji stepped forward and pushed his hands on the metal door. Andre watched it open into a darkness that was expanding in front of him. Kenji threw him a glance before stepping inside, and Joel followed him. As soon as his feet made their way across the doorway, the room was basked in light.

“Oh, it’s a–” Kenji said when the door slammed shut, making Andre jolt with surprise. His eyes took in the set before him – it was a classroom.

“Wow,” Kenji walked forward to the teacher’s desk right across from them. Andre inhaled. The room didn’t smell like anything, which made him uneasy. Classrooms at Fairview High always smelled of old wood and dusty chalk mixed with teenage hormones and whatever snacks people were sneaking into class. Yet this one, like the hallway, was conspicuously clean and devoid of traces of humans. The desks, wide and rectangular, were neatly lined up and separated the room into two. Cabinets and cupboards, which Andre was sure were empty, lined the other end of the room. The blackboard was a spotless black, and the whiteboards on the wall adjacent to the door a shiny, untampered white.

“Hey, look,” Kenji said, standing at the teacher’s desk. “There’s a glass of water and a folder. And a pen.” Indeed, there was a tall glass of water – well, Andre thought, let’s call it suspicious clear liquid for now – and an orange paper folder, which lay next to a red pen. Kenji held the folder up to show Andre, and he saw the word “Hicks” written in black ink on top of it.

“What?” Andre took the folder from Kenji’s hand. He felt the smoothness of the paper under his palm as he stared at his last name in the middle of its cover. The handwriting seemed familiar, he thought, but he couldn’t place it just yet.

“Oh, there’s something over there,” Kenji said. Andre looked up. Kenji was pointing to a desk on which another glass of suspicious clear liquid sat next to what looked like a thick sheet of paper. Kenji walked over and picked it up. It turned out that it wasn’t a single sheet of paper, but multiple sheets stapled together at the corner.

“A physics test?” Kenji frowned. “Come, look.”

Andre slid through the rows of desks and stood next to Kenji. He was right. It was a physics test, but not just any physics test. It was Kenji’s test, evidenced by his name scribbled on the top right of the answer sheet.

“Okay…what am I supposed to do with this?” Kenji asked, lifting an eyebrow at Andre and flipping through the pages. “It’s already filled in, see?”

Andre stared at the circles of black ink on the test. A, B, D, A, A, C,... He looked up at the red pen on the teacher’s desk, and it clicked.

“Wait…,” Andre moved towards the desk, Kenji’s test in hand, and grabbed the orange folder. He opened it, and sure enough, inside was the answer key.

“I think I’m supposed to grade your test,” he said.

“Damn, alright. That’s supposed to be your dad’s job but–oh, you know what?” Kenji cocked his head to the side. “Your outfit reminds me of what Mr. Hicks used to wear to class.”

Andre blinked and looked down at his clothes. “It does? Doesn’t every male high school teacher dress like this?”

“Yeah, but I remember Mr. Hicks always matched the colors pretty well. Like how the yellow shirt and the brown blazer match the tie? Or more like the tie matches the shirt and the blazer, but you get the point.”

“Oh, I see what you mean.” Andre pressed the tie on top of the blazer’s lapel and saw the two shades of brown merge into each other. “Huh, I guess he did make sure colors carried over. I never noticed, though. I’m surprised you did.”

“Yeah, well, I always thought Mr. Hicks was kinda hot, so…” Kenji said.

Andre chuckled, but then he saw the look in Kenji’s eyes. “Shit, you’re not kidding.”

“Hey, your dad was a very attractive man, okay? When I was in his class, I probably paid more attention to his clothes instead of physics. Grade my test, you’ll see.”

Andre quirked an eyebrow. “You know this isn’t actually your test, right?”

“Who knows? Maybe it is. The way they wrote my name looks pretty damn close to my handwriting, not gonna lie.” Kenji visibly shivered. “Oh, I just realized how creepy that is.”

“I’m not a fan of being dressed up like my dad and having to grade your exam, either.” Andre came up behind the teacher’s desk and sat down on the cushiony chair. He popped the cap off the red pen. “But let’s see what we have here.”

Andre darted his eyes from the key to Kenji’s test, crossing quick red lines through the black circles where the answers didn’t match and skipping where they did. It became obvious that Kenji had to use his pen pretty frequently.

“I did a pretty shit job, huh?” Kenji asked. Andre glanced up and saw him slouched over a desk, a pout on his lips.

“Again, you didn’t actually take this test, Kenji,” Andre said, flipping a page. “But yes, it’s pretty bad.”

Kenji sighed. “I was never a smart Asian, you know?. My parents used to want me to be like an engineer or something. And then they saw that I sucked at maths and the sciences and they thought I could be a lawyer, but it’s not like I was that much better at English or the social sciences. The only thing I was good at was sports.”

Andre clicked his tongue. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I don’t know. I always thought that I only had two talents. One is basketball, or just athletics and sports in general. Two is acting straight.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, it’s true, it’s true.” Kenji slightly raised his head from the desk. “I had a girlfriend, remember? Kristy Nguyen. Poor girl. I fooled her into thinking I was straight, too. I was planning to apologize to her at the reunion if she’s coming, but guess that’s not happening.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Andre said, slicing through a circled B with his pen. “You did what you thought was necessary at the time. That’s alright.”

“Yeah,” Kenji said, drawing out his syllable. “I was the only Asian on the basketball team, and one of the few Asian guys that–ugh, I hate to say it, but… one of the few that were ‘cool.’ Like, top of the high school food chain kind of thing. If people knew I was gay, that’d send me right back down to the bottom.”

“Mmm, it was kinda the same for me, too.” Andre nodded and sighed. “The Black community I grew up in, especially the men, was…there was just a lot of toxic masculinity and shit there, so I was scared of coming out, too.”

“Did your dad know? Or does he know now?”

“When the rumor about me kissing a guy went around, he confronted me about it and I told him the truth. He was chill about it, and then I told my mom, too, but that’s it. Not my relatives or my neighbors or anyone else.” Andre tapped the pen on the sheets of paper, before turning back to his task.

“That’s nice. I didn’t tell my parents until after college when I could move out. I think they’re disappointed but they still seem to love me, so…” Kenji let out an exhale, before his head snapped up. “Damn, we got so deep all of a sudden.”

“I don’t mind. We never talked back then so it’s nice to finally get to know you.” Andre smiled. “I mean, we are about to have sex, right?”

“Oh, right. Not gonna lie, I almost forgot about that.” Kenji snickered. “Wait, then why do you have to grade that thing? Can’t we just fuck and get it over with?”

“Good point. I don’t know.” Andre flipped back to the first page and wrote down the score in big numbers under Kenji’s name. “I’m done, though.”

“Oooh, exciting. What did I get?” Kenji shot up from his desk and bounced over to Andre. He took the paper from Andre’s hand and the second he saw the number in bright red ink, his face fell.

“26 out of 50? That’s…that’s not even a D, right?” Kenji whined. “I failed.”

“Okay, for one final fucking time,” Andre stood up and placed his hands on Kenji’s shoulders, “this isn’t actually your test.”

“It feels like it is, though,” Kenji said. “Maybe this is deja vu or something but I think I got the exact score on this test back then. Yeah…yeah that’s right. I remember. I begged Mr. Hicks to raise my grade because otherwise I would fail the class. It was kinda like a stupid porno. I was like ‘Please Mr. Hicks, I’ll do anything’ blah blah…”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, and he eventually let me retake it. Without taking advantage of me, of course.” Kenji pursed his lips. “But maybe that wouldn’t have been so bad–”

“Okay, okay, you thought my dad was hot. I get the point,” Andre sighed. He looked around the room. The test was graded – what now? Were they supposed to drink the suspicious clear liquid? There should be more instructions like the two previous rooms, Andre thought. He rushed to the end of the classroom where the cabinets were, and started opening them one by one.

“What are you doing?” Kenji asked. “Isn’t the part where we fuck?”

“Just checking to see if we missed anything.” Andre shuffled through the cabinets. All empty, so he moved to the cupboards on the wall. “The last two rooms had more specific stuff, right?”

“Yeah, but those were just stupidly obvious ways of telling us to fuck,” Kenji said. “There are these glasses of water. Maybe we should drink them.”

“Maybe. We don’t know what’s in there, though, so–” Andre heard a gulp and spun around. Kenji was already chugging the drink.

“What the–Hey! You don’t know if that’s safe to drink,” Andre snatched the glass from Kenji’s hand, drops of liquid falling from Kenji’s mouth. Andre examined the glass. Kenji had drunk more than half of it.

“What? They put them here for us.” Kenji wiped his lips with his forearm. “And I’m thirsty as fuck. Did you find anything that said we shouldn’t drink the thing?”

“Well, no, but…” Andre said. He’d found nothing in the cupboards, too.

“Then it’s probably fine,” Kenji said. “It tastes like nothing. I’m sure it’s literally just them being nice and giving us water. You can take a sip if you want.”

Andre stared into the clear liquid. He brought the glass to his nose and sniffed it. It didn’t smell like anything. Andre shrugged. Maybe Kenji was right. Besides, he was getting kinda thirsty.

“Wait!” Kenji shouted just as Andre was closing his lips on the rim of the glass. “You have your own glass. Give this one back.”

Andre rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said, handing the glass back to Kenji. He moved to the teacher’s desk and grabbed the glass of water on top of it. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it again just to be sure, and then began to drink it.

“See? It’s just water,” Kenji said and downed the rest of his glass, putting it back on the desk with a clang. Andre slowly gulped down the water. It didn’t taste weird at all, for sure, but something about this situation felt off to him. Why the glasses? His dad never drank water from a glass in his class. And students definitely didn’t. Why not give Kenji a water bottle or something more realistic? The glasses were so out of place, Andre thought. Were they trying to draw attention to the water?

Water. The first room had been a locker room, and Kenji and Chuck had to take a shower. Kenji couldn’t get his hard-on down. They fucked in the shower. The second room was a restroom. Chuck and Joel were wet. Joel pushed Chuck’s head down the toilet. They fucked.

Kenji had asked how the kidnappers made sure they could perform.

“Oh fuck!” Andre choked as it hit him. He coughed and water spurted from his mouth. He looked down at his glass, where only a tiny amount of water pooled at the bottom. Shit.

“They put–”

“It’s the water, isn’t it?” Kenji asked, and their eyes locked. “They put some kind of drug in it.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking. Shit.” Andre groaned and put the glass down on a desk in front of him. “Well, I guess this means we’re about to get really horny soon.”

Kenji moved towards Andre. “I’m already there.”

“What? What are you–” Suddenly Kenji was right in front of him, and Andre backed up against the desk, his hands gripping its edge. He let out a small gasp when Kenji brought his face forward, a mere inch away, so close he could feel Kenji’s breath.

“You’re so handsome,” Kenji said, his voice low and smooth. “And you look just like your dad.”

“Kenji…” Andre murmured. He was starting to get light-headed. Was this the feeling Kenji was talking about? What he felt in the shower?

“Please, Mr. Hicks,” Kenji said. “I’ll do anything to get a passing grade.”

Andre blinked. “What?”

“Please. I don’t want to fail the class, Mr. Hicks.” Kenji whined and fluttered his eyebrows. “I would be off the basketball team. That can’t happen!”

“Kenji, I’m… I’m not my dad…” Andre muttered. His heart was racing.

Kenji looked at him, then brought his lips to Andre’s right ear. “I know,” Kenji whispered, sending chills down Andre’s spine. “But don’t you see? This is what they want us to do. Why they made us dress up like this and had you grade that test.”

When Kenji’s face was in front of Andre’s again, Andre finally felt it. The insatiable lust that was coursing through his veins. He licked his lips. Roleplaying as his dad was kinda sick, but it was also turning him on.

“I see. It’d suck if you couldn’t play basketball anymore, huh?” Andre said. Kenji’s eyes lit up.

“Exactly. You understand, right Mr. Hicks? Please, I didn’t score that far off from a D, and I’ll do anything in return.”

“Oh? What can you do for me exactly, Kenji?” Andre raised an eyebrow.

Kenji swallowed. “I can do whatever you want me to do, Mr. Hicks. Maybe I can help you with some chores? I’m pretty fit, you know. Here.” Kenji grabbed Andre’s hand and put it on top of his chest, then slowly guided it down his torso. “You see? I may look thin but I have quite a bit of muscle on me.”

Andre let Kenji glide his hand down the silky fabric of his jersey. He dug his fingers in and felt the contours of Kenji’s chest, then the tautness of his stomach. Blood rushed to his crotch.

“I don’t know, Kenji. I don’t really have any chores for you to do,” Andre said. The tension between them stretched like a string.

“Then I can help you with other stuff,” Kenji said, dragging Andre’s hand down to the bulge jutting out from his basketball shorts. “I’m sure a man like you have…needs.”

“And you think you can take care of my… needs?” Andre lightly gripped Kenji’s cock throughout the thin shorts, feeling the rigid shaft twitch in his hand. A squeak sounded off in Kenji’s throat.

“Of course. I’m an athlete, so you know I have good stamina. And my body is pretty…flexible, too.” Kenji’s eyes bored into Andre and pulled him in with his fiery gaze. Kenji took Andre’s hand from his crotch and brought it around his hips, so that it now rested on top of Kenji’s ass.

“You can have me any way you want, Mr. Hicks,” Kenji whispered as Andre grazed his fingers across the breadth of Kenji’s cheeks. “Come on, I know you want me.”

Andre finally snapped. He grabbed the back of Kenji’s head and mashed their lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss. He sucked on Kenji’s mouth with hunger, tugging on the soft lips and coaxing his tongue through the teeth. His other hand latched onto Kenji’s ass and pushed Kenji’s crotch into his own, so that their erections were rubbing against each other while Andre kneaded and caressed the pillowy mounds of muscle. Kenji’s lips parted as he moaned into Andre’s mouth, which Andre took as an opportunity to slide his tongue in and swirl it against Kenji’s. Another moan. Andre felt Kenji’s lips close around his tongue, then Kenji began to suck. Andre let out a groan as Kenji drew his tongue in and out between his lips. Meanwhile, Kenji’s hands roamed his chest, fiddled with his tie, wrapped around his waist, before they settled on his belt buckle.

“Fuck,” Andre pulled his tongue out of Kenji’s mouth. “Who taught you to suck tongue like that?”

Kenji’s lips curved into a grin. “Not the only thing I know how to suck.”

“Oh yeah? You better show me then.” Andre grabbed Kenji’s shoulders and forced him down, making Kenji fall onto his knees. Before Kenji could do anything else, Andre put a hand on the back of Kenji’s head and pushed Kenji’s face into his crotch, where his cock was tenting against the pants.

“Stay there,” Andre said and began to unbuckle his belt, while Kenji dutifully rubbed his face across the length of Andre’s shaft bulging through the fabric. The belt slid through the loops with a whoosh and Andre threw it on the floor, wasting no time to unbutton and unzip his pants. Kenji looked up at him expectantly. Andre smirked.

“You want to pass this class?”

“Yes, sir.” Kenji nodded like a puppy.

“You’re gonna have to work for it.” Andre pulled his cock out of his briefs, letting it flop against Kenji’s cheeks.

“Fuck,” Kenji muttered, his eyes wide. Andre took his thumb and put it in between Kenji’s lips, prying them apart. He wrapped his other hand around his cock and lined it up in front of Kenji’s mouth, which eagerly opened for his entrance. Andre pushed in.

“There we go. Take that dick, baby.” Andre emitted a sigh of pleasure as Kenji closed his lips around the shaft. And as Kenji took more and more of his cock, Andre braced his hands on the desk, enjoying the warmth of Kenji’s mouth.

“Just like that. Suck on it,” Andre said. Kenji started bobbing his head back and forth on Andre’s cock, applying ample suction as he went. Andre moaned. He could feel blood rushing towards his crotch and flowing up his shaft, turning it into a hot, metal rod. He turned his gaze down at Kenji, who, as if he sensed Andre’s lustful eyes fixed on him, looked up.

“Fuck yeah,” Andre groaned. Nothing sexier than looking into a guy’s horny, glazed over eyes while his mouth is full with your dick. “You can go a bit faster than that. Come on, earn your grade.”

Kenji quickly complied and picked up the pace, slurping and suckling on Andre’s shaft with zeal. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Andre’s cock and started pumping it, his wrist gyrating in sync with his neck. Andre threw his head back in satisfaction. Without even thinking about it, he put a hand on Kenji’s head and pushed him further down on his shaft. He felt resistance at the back of Kenji’s throat, but he didn’t care. He kept tugging on Kenji’s hair and, at some point, his hips began to buck on their own, thrusting his cock into Kenji’s mouth. Slowly, Andre was losing himself.

“Fuck,” Andre grunted and looked down at Kenji. He swatted Kenji’s hand away from the base of his cock. “No hands. I’m about to fuck that little mouth of yours. You ready?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Kenji let out the cutest squeal, and it set Andre off. His hands grabbed the sides of Kenji’s head and he thrusted upwards, launching his cock all the way into Kenji’s mouth. He felt the tip hit the smooth tissue at the back of Kenji’s throat, and Kenji started to gag. He coughed and coughed, saliva slobbering all over Andre’s cock and dripping onto the floor. Andre waited until Kenji regained his breath.

“It’s okay, baby. I like it a little sloppy.” Andre grinned at Kenji before plunging into him again. His cock glided through Kenji’s lips, on top of his tongue, and into the back of his throat with quick, swooping motions. He could tell Kenji was trying to keep his breaths steady and, at the same time, put his tongue to use, swirling and flicking it against the underside of Andre’s shaft. The stimulation was getting almost too much to bear.

“Fuck yeah. You know how to suck a dick,” Andre said, pushing his cock into Kenji’s mouth non-stop. “Keep your teeth out of the way… there we go. Good job, baby… Just like that… Show me what a good student you are… Oh, fuuuuuck.”

Andre revelled in the pleasure of fucking Kenji’s mouth, and yet he knew he needed more. He knew Kenji needed more, too. They weren’t going to leave the room until someone got truly and wholly fucked.

“Pull my pants down,” Andre said. Kenji took the waistband of his chinos and pulled them down to his ankles then did the same with his underwear, all the while sucking on Andre’s cock. But Andre had other plans. He pulled out of Kenji’s mouth and turned around.

“Eat my ass.” Andre turned his head around and looked into Kenji’s eyes. “Cuz you’re gonna fuck it.”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Kenji grinned, eyes twinkling with excitement. He put a hand on Andre’s lower back and pushed his torso down onto the teacher’s desk. Andre sweeped his arm across the table, letting the sheets of paper and the pen fly off onto the floor. Face pressed against the desk’s cool surface, Andre felt Kenji’s hands on each of his cheeks, pulling them apart, and Kenji’s excited breaths against his opening. Then, Kenji moved in.

“Aww, fuuck,” Andre moaned as Kenji flicked his tongue, wide and wet, across his hole. The tip of Kenji’s tongue circled around the ring, while his hands fondled Andre’s ass. Andre felt himself opening up, and Kenji was working his tongue inside him, flexing the thick piece of muscle into a hard slab and prying into Andre with it.

“That’s good, baby,” Andre whimpered, his body melting into the desk. Kenji was taking time with his hole, slowly making his advance while working in licks and kisses across his crack. Kenji moved a hand down to his cock and began to stroke it as he made out with Andre’s hole.

“Ooooohhh, yesss….” Andre’s cock felt heavy inside Kenji’s hand. His ass was dying to be filled. Now, Kenji was tongue-fucking him in earnest, spitting onto Andre’s hole and pushing the saliva in with his tongue. Andre was ready for the real thing.

“Get up,” Andre lifted himself up from the table and turned back. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, sir,” Kenji replied and immediately got off his knees. There was a rustle as Kenji dropped his shorts, before the head of his cock soon pressed at Andre’s opening. Kenji put a hand on Andre’s shoulder and pulled his torso backwards, so that Andre could feel Kenji’s breath on the back of his neck.

Kenji spoke into Andre’s ear. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, you have no idea.”

Andre smiled. “Fuck me like you mean it, then.”

There was a beat, then Kenji thrusted himself entirely into Andre’s hole.

“Shiiiit,” Andre hissed as Kenji’s cock drove straight into his prostate, sending a jolt across his body. His ass clenched around the shaft, which got a moan out of Kenji.

“Fuck…” Kenji tightened his grip on Andre’s shoulder. “Let me show you what I can do.”

With that, Kenji started to pound Andre’s ass. Andre’s eyes rolled back while his head fell forward. Kenji would pull his cock out halfway before jamming it back inside, and Andre loved every bit of it. His ass was sporadically gripping onto Kenji’s hardness, his own cock slapping against the table, which shook to the rhythm of Kenji’s drilling. Grunts and groans and incoherent profanities filled the room as their bodies moved against each other.

“Do you like that, Mr. Hicks? Am I making you feel good? Taking care of your fucking needs?” Kenji growled. Andre could feel the motions of Kenji’s hips getting smoother and smoother with every thrust.

“Oh fuck yes, Kenji!” Andre cried, as if his constant moaning wasn’t enough proof that he was in heat for Kenji’s dick. The pounding came to a halt when Andre felt Kenji pull all the way out, leaving his ass empty and twitching in desperation, but then Kenji plunged back inside him. Then all the way out. Then all the way in again. With every stroke, Kenji pushed his cock deep inside Andre’s hole, pressing hard onto his prostate and making Andre gasp.

“Can’t believe I’m fucking the hottest teacher in the school right now… Fuck!” Kenji groaned as he hit base one more time, before he returned to hammering Andre’s hole. Andre felt a hand on the back of his neck, and then his torso fell flat against the desk with Kenji’s force. The impact hurt his cheek a bit, but Andre didn’t care one bit, for his mind and body were in overdrive as he took Kenji’s pounding, getting drunk on dick.

“Fuck… use that dick baby… that’s right– ooohh yeah… work that ass… work for your grade… motherfuck that’s good,” Andre muttered. He could feel sweat dripping down his face.

“Oh shit… I’m getting close,” Kenji said, panting. “You want my cum, Mr. Hicks? Get your student’s load up in there?”

“Fuck yes. Bust that fucking nut in me,” Andre grunted. Kenji’s movements were getting needier by the second.

“Oh… oh my god… here… here it comes– AH!” Kenji cried out as he bottomed out, his thighs colliding with Andre’s with a loud smack. Andre felt Kenji’s cock pulse inside him, shot after shot of seed filling up his hole. The spurts subsided, and finally Kenji pulled out. Andre felt a small stream of cum leaking from his ass down to his taint and balls.

Kenji breathed heavily. “Holy shit. That was–”

“I’m not done with you,” Andre said. Quickly raising himself from the desk, he spun around and put his hands on Kenji’s shoulders. Kenji’s eyes bulged out, but before he could react, Andre shoved him down to his knees again. He slapped his cock, which remained hard as a rock, on Kenji’s cheek.

“You know what to do,” Andre grinned, and Kenji smiled back, before opening his mouth and taking Andre’s cock down his throat. Andre immediately groaned. His dick had been leaking pre the whole time he was getting fucked. Every time Kenji had hit his prostate, Andre felt cum building up and aching to be released. And now, with Kenji’s rapid sucking, he was ready.

“Fuck…take my load…fuuuck,” Andre moaned. He put his hands on Kenji’s head and thrusted his hips forward, holding Kenji in place as he began to shoot.

“Yes, fuck! Swallow it… swallow that fucking nut,” Andre said, grunting while his cock spasmed inside Kenji’s mouth. He could feel Kenji swallowing after every spurt, his tongue sliding against his shaft as if coaxing even more seed out of him.

When it was done, Kenji pulled his head back and released Andre’s cock from his mouth with a pop. Kenji’s eyes were sparkling when they looked up at Andre.

“I definitely deserve that D.”

Andre chuckled. He ruffled Kenji’s hair. “Let’s make that a fucking A.”

“So what you wanna do,” Joel said, “is to do something different. You’re hot, but there are also thousands of muscle gays on OnlyFans flexing and jerking off and fucking other muscle gays who look exactly like them. You have to stand out if you want to make good money.”

Chuck listened intently. They were sitting with their backs against the final door. “I get that, but what can I do that’s different? There are already a shitton of different kinds of porn out there.”

“Yeah, that’s true. You probably won’t do something totally new, but what I’m saying is mix things up. Maybe you can be really verbal in some videos, like play into some kind of fantasy, or something like that. I saw a guy who reviews sex toys and turns that into good content. Also, I’ve heard that DM requests for custom vids are where the real money is, so–”

The sound of footsteps interrupted Joel. The second they saw shadows moving behind the frosted glass, Joel and Chuck sprang to their feet. The door swung open and Kenji jumped out.

“Guess who just had the hottest–”

“Yeah, yeah. We fucked.” Andre appeared behind him. “It’s done. Get over it.”

“But don’t you want to tell them why we were dressed up–”

“I’m sure that story can be told once we finally get out of here,” Andre said. “Oh, we also found out how we got so horny,” Andre added. “It’s the water.”

“The water?” Joel and Chuck said in unison.

“Yeah, it’s probably drugged with like… I don’t know, Viagra but on steroids or something. And I guess somehow it soaks through the skin, too, cuz you and Kenji were just showering, right?” Andre looked at Chuck, who nodded.

“Damn, that makes sense. Was wondering why Joel and I were told to wash our face,” Chuck said. “What kind of drug soaks through the skin though? That’s fucking wild.”

Andre sighed. “I don’t know. But at least we have an idea of how they’re doing this. Now, the last fucking room.”

They all turned towards the last door. Andre took no time to step forward and open it. Joel took a deep breath as the familiar room emerged before their eyes. His heart started to drum. If his expectations were correct, then this room would be–

“It’s me and Joel,” Andre said, staring at the paper in his hand, and then their eyes locked. The drumming inside Joel’s chest got so loud he could hear each and every single beat.

A/N: The series ends in the next chapter as we find out who the mastermind is (any guesses?). Thank you for reading all the chapters so far and keep an eye out for the final installment!