Some time later, Peter gasped as if woken from a deep sleep by thunder in the middle of the night. He looked up at Ethan, his eyes begging for forgiveness, or perhaps just searching for answers.
"It's okay. I think we've made it," Ethan whispered.
The soft sound of the fluid splashing with their every move made the room seem even emptier, and the cool air touching their spent bodies made them feel even more naked. Peter looked down at the mess he had made all over Ethan's leg. He was about to start apologizing, but the taller boy placed a finger on his lips.
"Shh. That's what you were meant to do. It worked. You saved us."
"I... well, yeah, I guess. I didn't think about it at the time, though..."
"Let's... let's get out of here," Ethan whispered.
"Do you really think we can get out of here? I really want to go home," Peter looked up at Ethan hopefully.
"Uh, I... I only meant we should get out of this pool..."
"Oh," Peter looked down, and tears of crushed hopes and shame gathered in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Peter. I'd do anything to be out of here, too. I know how you feel."
Peter cried silently for a while, and Ethan rubbed his head gently to comfort him. "I don't think I'll ever get out of here..." The blond boy wept. "I don't know why, but I have this feeling in my gut..."
"Come on, it's just a few weeks..."
"I don't want to die!"
"Hey!" Ethan shook Peter and looked him in the eyes. "You're not going to die, okay? They're just trying to scare us. Don't let it get under your skin."
"What about the missing boy, Jared?"
"Okay, I don't like where this conversation is going, but listen. Levi and I have been planning to escape."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's probably not going to happen. This place has better security than Alcatraz. But no one can stop us from planning, right? We've got to keep our minds occupied. And maybe... just maybe..."
"I want to help," Peter interrupted, a new flame in his eyes.
"Deal. Now, let's get out of here... I mean this room, and we'll meet in my room. There's a button..."
"That opens the door. Yeah, I found it on the first day," Peter said with a mix of pride and modesty.
Ethan smirked. "I'm not surprised. You have your head screwed on right. We're going to need your wits. Now come on, it's getting cold."
Ethan's skin was covered with goosebumps. He took Peter's hand, and they carefully stepped out of the pool. The thick fluid was slow to drip down their legs and left gooey puddles around their feet. There was no sight of the strange eel creature. Perhaps it had escaped to where it came from, through the hole in the ground. Both boys were soft now, though Ethan suddenly really wanted to be alone with his thoughts about Spencer. With all the... opportunities surrounding him, he knew it wouldn't be easy.
As they neared the exit door, Ethan and Peter moved cautiously, wary of hidden traps. Surprisingly, the path was clear. Ethan reached for the handle, and to their relief, the door swung open easily. They stepped into a large room, strikingly similar to the one where they had first encountered the Suited Man. In the center stood a table, on which lay piles of clothes, a reminder of Ethan's first day here. A soldier by the table shot them a look that instinctively made the boys shield cover their privates.
"Still shy after all you've been through?" the soldier remarked with a chuckle. "Congratulations on surviving. Most are still trapped back there. Now, get dressed and get out of here."
The boys exchanged a wary glance with the soldier, then slowly began to dress. Suddenly, a loud bang and a scream echoed from a door behind them. Ethan, with his shirt half-buttoned, sprinted towards the noise, only to be halted by the sound of a gun being cocked.
"Hold it, or I'll shoot," the soldier stated calmly, yet firmly. Ethan turned to find the rifle aimed at him. The sensation of being at gunpoint was chillingly new to him. The soldier's expression softened slightly as he lowered his weapon. "Just following orders. These doors are exit-only."
"But... someone is hurt!"
"If they couldn't handle it, that's on them. If it's just an injury, we'll check later, if they don't come out soon."
Ethan bit his lip, torn between helping and the threat of the gun. His mind raced with worry -- could it be Levi who was injured?
"I'll see you very soon," Ethan said sharply to Peter, not caring who heard, and marched out of the room. A squad of about twenty soldiers was in the corridor. He recognized Stevens, Peter's guard, Dabrowski, and others he had only seen briefly, not knowing their names. They were lounging on both sides of the corridor, looking bored, some even yawning. Ethan walked past them, fighting the urge to kick them. How could they be so nonchalant about everything? He didn't even look at Dabrowski, who was hustling to keep up with Ethan, whose knuckles were white from tension.
"Hey, congrats. You were some of the first to make it out," Dabrowski said, trying to catch Ethan's attention without success. "Something wrong? You okay?"
Ethan stopped and spun around. His eyes were red with tears and fury. He looked like he was on the edge.
"You are murderers! You are freaking monsters!" he yelled, throwing weak but furious punches at Dabrowski's chest.
"Whoa, calm down," Dabrowski replied, smiling as he easily blocked Ethan's hits. "I never killed anyone, I swear!"
"You're a part of this!" Ethan yelled, frustration in his voice, and then stormed off, leaving Dabrowski behind.
Ethan walked quickly through the corridors, turning randomly, boiling with anger. Soon, he realized he was lost, but at least he knew he was on the correct floor. He was about to turn back when he heard a grinding noise from around the corner. He tiptoed towards it and peeked around. The corridor was empty, but one door was slightly open. He crept closer, holding his breath, then heard someone moving inside the room. His heart raced as he made the last few steps and peered in.
The room was dark, but the light from the corridor let him see a large figure kneeling by a shelf, searching. The man didn't look like any of the soldiers or the boys. He couldn't see his face, but the guy's bulky build and long hair reminded Ethan of Hagrid from Harry Potter.
But something about the man suggested he wasn't supposed to be there. He could be a threat. Ethan stepped back but accidentally bumped the door with his elbow. The man sprang up, knocking cans and boxes everywhere. He glanced at Ethan for just a second, but Ethan didn't stick around to get a better look. He bolted, taking a wrong turn into an unfamiliar corridor. Behind him, he heard a loud thud, like someone falling. The corridor seemed to end in a dead end. Ethan quickly opened the first door on the left, darted inside, and shut it behind him as quietly as he could.
Ethan, gasping for air, stood frozen behind the door, his eyes fixed on the small glass pane. The sound of heavy footsteps and labored breathing grew louder as the man approached. Frantically, Ethan's eyes darted around the storage room, a cramped space cluttered with boxes on metal shelves and aged cabinets. There was nowhere to hide.
As the man's shadow loomed closer, darkening the glass pane, Ethan's heart raced with fear. But just as the man peered through the window, something unexpected happened. There was a sudden pause in his movements, a moment of heavy silence. Then, abruptly, the shadow receded. The man, seemingly startled or spooked by something unseen, quickly backed away and hurried off down the corridor.
Whatever scared off the man might be coming for him next. Shaking off his fear, Ethan slipped into an empty cabinet, leaving the door slightly ajar, quietly holding it with his fingertips. A tense minute passed before new footsteps and whispered voices approached. The worst part? They stopped right outside his hiding spot. The door creaked open.
"Is it the same as last time?" a young voice asked softly.
"I don't know, they all look alike. Does it matter?" another voice responded.
"It doesn't. Just glad you're here."
The room filled with the sounds of slurping and soft moans. Ethan's fingers trembled, but he dared to peek through the crack. In the dim light, he recognized two boys from the group. One was the curly-haired guy who had made snide remarks to Levi in the gym. The other was a boy Ethan didn't know well, but he was extremely cute. Ethan felt he'd seen him before -- maybe he was popular on TikTok? Ethan followed a bunch of cute guys there, so it was hard to keep track.
What mattered was that the boys were locked in a tight embrace and busy making out like there was no tomorrow. They kissed for a long time and with terror Ethan noticed that they were grinding their crotches against each other's as they did, their boners tenting their loose white pants.
"I'm so glad we both made it," the cute boy murmured as their lips parted.
"Me too. I can't imagine what I'd do if I lost you," the curly-haired one replied, tenderly caressing his friend's cheek.
"I want you so much, Trev."
Then they kissed again and after about a minute, the curly boy - Trev, apparently - lifted his friend and placed his butt on the workbench. They kept kissing as Trev proceeded to unbutton his shirt with shaky fingers. When he was done, he slid the shirt down the cute boy's shoulders.
"Why are you so perfect, Danny?" Trev whispered.
"No, you're perfect."
"You're perfect."
"No, you."
Ethan cringed but couldn't tear his eyes away. Danny then slightly lifted himself, allowing Trev to pull down his pants, which he then kicked aside. Danny's dick was rock hard and slightly curved as it pointed at the ceiling. Trev wasted no time and took it in his hand, giving it a few gentle strokes.
"I love your dick so much, Danny."
"It's all yours, baby. I love it when you touch it."
They kept kissing and moaning as Trev masturbated Danny slowly. They didn't seem to be in a hurry at all and Ethan wondered how long they were going to go, as his fingers went numb from holding the metal door. He watched as Trev kissed his way down to Danny's nipple. He stood there for a while before going even lower and taking Danny's throbbing dick in his mouth.
"Oh shit, Trev," Danny cried as his friend sucked him. There was a pure bliss now on his beautiful face and Ethan realized his left hand was in his pants and slowly stroking his hard cock. He cursed himself but couldn't force himself to stop. The view was hotter than any AI device could ever produce, because it was real.
Danny was clutching Trev's hair and moaning with his eyes closed. The boy sure did enjoy getting head and his friend - or boyfriend? - loved giving it. They kept at it for at least ten minutes without any signs of exhaustion and Ethan was basically edging himself watching the scene.
"I'm close," Danny whispered and looked down at Trev who started going faster, squeezing Danny's balls with his fingers.
And then, for some reason, Danny threw his head back and looked directly at Ethan. Ethan froze. Danny's eyes opened in shock, and so did his mouth, as if he was going to say something or shout to alert Trev. But then, he relaxed and an impish smirk crept upon his face. He placed both his hands on Trev's curly hair and pushed all the way down making the servicing boy gag.
"Yeah, choke on my dick. Suck it, you bitch."
Trev choked obediently, and after a few seconds, Danny let him go and proceeded to pump Trev's head. Danny looked in Ethan's direction again and winked, before his face was overcome with pleasure again.
"I'm close, Trev," Danny whispered loud enough for Ethan to hear. Trev's drool was dripping from Danny's balls and he went down on his cock faster than Ethan's heartbeat. Meanwhile, Ethan jerked himself off, completely immersed in the show.
It lasted a few more minutes of pure tension, and then, Danny looked at Ethan again. His whole body was shaking and his eyes became blurry. Ethan watched Danny's orgasm face as he squirted his load down Trev's throat. Danny winked at Ethan one last time before addressing his friend.
"That was so good, Trev."
"Really?" Trev asked with pride after wiping his mouth.
"Totally. The best one yet, I think. You're getting good at this."
"Thanks, Danny. Can you... can you jerk me off now? Like the last time?"
"I'll do something better," Danny said. "But in our room. It's too cramped in here. Let's go."
A few moments later, Ethan found himself alone in the dim storage room, his breathing still heavy. He was left holding his softening penis, drooling sperm and all tingly. He had come at the same time as Danny, letting out a moan so loud that he was surprised Trev hadn't heard it. But Trev was probably too preoccupied, caught up containing Danny's orgasm inside his mouth.
Ethan hesitated before he finally dared to move. He quickly cleaned himself up, using his clothes, and cautiously peeked outside the room. The corridor was empty. But something, maybe a flicker of light, maybe a sound, told him to look up. There was a vent entrance in the ceiling, slightly parted. Could it be big enough to fit the large man from before? Probably... Ethan retraced his steps back to the familiar parts of the building.
As he turned a corner, Dabrowski greeted him with a casual smile, as if he had been waiting just for him. "Done exploring? Your room is this way."
Ethan didn't even look at him. "Let's go. And then, never talk to me again."
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