Aksh stepped out of the cab, the salty sea breeze hitting his face as he stared at the fancy hotel. He'd been here once before, for a boring family trip, but this time felt different—risky. The place screamed luxury, the kind that hid scams behind shiny doors. He had zero hopes; it was probably all fake, some trick to grab money or worse. But hey, he was here, might as well check it out.
Pushing through the grand entrance, he headed straight to the front desk. The receptionist, a good-looking guy with sharp eyes and a easy smile, locked onto him the second he walked in. "Room for the X Academy test?" Aksh asked, voice low. The guy nodded, handing over a key card with that soft smile widening. Aksh's stomach twisted—does he know? How? Is this real, or am I walking into a trap? His mind raced as he rode the elevator up, bad thoughts crashing like waves: What if they kidnap me? What if they force me, hurt me? What if they record everything and blackmail for cash?
Then, out of nowhere, a spark of hope flickered. What if it's true? A place to live free, no hiding, surrounded by hot guys who get it. What more could he want? But no risks— he pulled out his phone, started recording audio just in case, and punched in the emergency number, finger hovering over call. One wrong vibe, and he'd hit it.
At the door, he knocked, heart pounding. "Come in, it's open," a voice called from inside, smooth and welcoming. Aksh pushed it open, breaths coming heavy, scanning the empty room. Then, from the side, a guy appeared—tall, handsome, with a warm grin that eased the edge a bit. "Hey, you must be Aksh. I'm Alok," he said, extending a hand.
Aksh nodded, still tense, but Alok caught it right away. "Relax, man. Look up—. You're safe here. No one's asking for money, no tricks, no force. Everything's on your terms, with consent. But hey, too much fear might dock your points in the test." His words sank in, calming the storm in Aksh's chest. Okay, maybe this is legit.
They settled on the soft sofa, the room feeling less like a trap and more like a secret spot. Small talk flowed—where Aksh was from, why he applied. Then Alok dove in: "I'm the enroller here, handle all admissions for X Academy. The test has three phases: mental strength first, then your physical check, and last, sexual performance. Pass 'em, and you're in."
Before explaining more, Alok pulled out a glossy brochure, like those fancy ones for dream vacations, full of pics and info. He flipped it open, voice steady. "X Academy's for guys like you—who hide because of society. Fear of being outed, judged, performing right, speaking your truth. We offer a safe spot, inclusive, just for select people who fit. That's why the test—to make sure you're ready."
He leaned in, eyes meeting Aksh's. "Now, phase one: mental strength. Show me you're strong up here," he tapped his head. "Lure me in, show what you've got, follow my commands—but only if you want. Feel off? Say no and walk. But three nos, and you're out—we won't pick you. Stay mindful, play smart, and your chances skyrocket. You've got the looks, the body—ace this, and you're golden."
Aksh's cheeks heated at the compliment. Him? Good-looking? In shape? He'd always doubted it, stared in mirrors picking flaws. But Alok saw different, and it lit a fire inside. No way he'd back out now. "I'm in," he said, voice firmer, excitement bubbling under the nerves. This could be his shot at freedom, echoes of the ad's promise ringing in his mind.
Aksh stared at Alok, frozen like a deer in headlights, mind spinning with what came next. He sat there, pulse quickening, until Alok rose from his spot and headed toward the door he'd emerged from earlier, glancing back. "Follow me," he said, voice low and inviting.
Aksh nodded, trailing behind into a massive bedroom that screamed luxury—a king-size bed dominating the space, walls adorned with erotic art and sculptures that whispered promises of pleasure. The air felt charged, heavy with anticipation.
Alok perched on the bed's edge, patting the mattress. "Get comfy." Aksh kicked off his shoes, climbing up to sit, heart thudding. He knew the game was starting, knew he had to steel himself for whatever unfolded.
Alok shifted back against the headboard, spreading his legs wide, the invitation clear as day. Aksh caught the signal, crawling forward on all fours like a curious pup, hand brushing the growing bulge in Alok's pants.
Damn, it was massive—hidden under those loose sweatpants, but now impossible to ignore. Aksh settled between Alok's thighs, palm gliding over the fabric, feeling the heat radiate, the hardness pulse, the sheer size throb. His own body stirred, arousal building from the simple touch.
He kept at it for a minute, glancing up for approval, but Alok's face stayed blank, eyes shut, no hint of like or dislike. Aksh drank him in then—how handsome this man was, muscles straining against his loose shirt, chest peeking through, arms bulging like they might rip the sleeves. He ached to explore, to trace every inch, feel those hands on him, but no—he had to earn it, blow this guy away, wait for the verdict.
When Aksh lingered too long on just teasing fingers, Alok grew restless, eyes snapping open to catch Aksh ogling his body. A wicked smirk curled his lips. He snatched Aksh's hand from the bulge, guiding it straight inside his pants—but over the briefs, skin on skin denied for now. Aksh jolted, caught off guard, heart racing wild as Alok's other arm wrapped around his back, pulling him close.
The smaller Aksh felt tiny against Alok's bulk, yanked up onto his chest. "Did I mess up?" he whispered, voice shaky.
Alok chuckled softly. "Nah, you just need a nudge. Follow my lead, yeah?"
"Yeah," Aksh breathed, tension easing into excitement.
Alok's hand slipped under Aksh's t-shirt from behind, rubbing slow circles over his back, sending shivers racing. Aksh arched, losing balance, dipping closer to Alok's face. His grip on the bulge tightened, strokes turning hungry, desperate for what hid beneath.
Alok gasped at the fierce hold, grinning wide at Aksh's reaction to a simple touch. "Lose the shirt," he commanded. Aksh peeled it off quick, and as he did, Alok unbuttoned his own, shrugging it away before hauling Aksh back in.
Aksh's breath hitched at the sight—Alok's chiseled chest, dark nipples perked, pecs defined and firm, six-pack rippling, a faint happy trail vanishing into his pants. He burned to touch, always dreamed of running hands over a guy's muscles like that. But before he could beg, Alok moved—did something that stole Aksh's breath entirely, echoes of shock and desire rippling through him.
