Kota tried to walk away from the door, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of Yuki and Kin's entrance. The latex-clad duo had stormed in like they owned the place, their gleaming outfits creaking with every movement, and the way they'd zeroed in on him like predators spotting fresh prey made his skin crawl.
He needed space, just a second to breathe amid the growing chaos of the apartment—the purple LEDs pulsing like a heartbeat, the hypno video still swirling on the massive TV, the incense thickening the air into something almost tangible.
But before he could take more than two steps toward the kitchen area, Yuki's hand shot out and clamped down on his shoulder, fingers digging in with surprising strength through the shiny black material. Yuki spun him around, grinning like a madman, eyes wild and gleaming under the violet lights.
"Where you going, beast? I gotta tame ya first!"
Kota's mouth opened to protest something sharp and defensive like "get off me" but Yuki moved faster than he expected. With a shove that caught him off guard, Yuki pinned him back against the nearest wall, the exposed brick scraping lightly against his shirt. The shorter femboy's body pressed close, latex croptop brushing Kota's chest, that long black hair falling forward like a curtain. Up close, Yuki's breath was hot and minty, lips still slick from where he'd licked them earlier. "Kin! Hold him down—let's see what this beast can do."
Kin the towering six-six monster in the short skirt and corset stepped forward immediately, but hesitation flickered in those crazy eyes. He grabbed Kota's other shoulder, massive hips swaying as he loomed over them both, but then he paused, turning to Yuki with a shove that sent the shorter femboy stumbling sideways.
"No. I get first. The matrix demands it." Kin's voice was low and fragmented, laced with that hyper social anxiety that made every word sound like it was being pulled out against his will. His grip tightened on Kota's shoulder, latex-gloved fingers like vices, but his eyes darted everywhere—ceiling, floor, the onyx monolith in the corner—as if expecting invisible agents to burst through the walls. "We must sex. The matrix... the matrix comes for us all. It's the only way to glitch the code."
OH GOD THIS BITCH IS CRAZY, Kota thought, his pulse spiking as Kin's wide, unblinking stare bored into him. The guy's belief in some simulated reality wasn't just a quirk—it radiated off him like fever sweat, turning the pin-down into something unhinged. Yuki recovered fast, shoving back at Kin's arm.
"What? No way! I called dibs—he's mine first. You can wait your turn, glitch-boy." They started arguing right there, hands shoving and voices rising, latex squeaking against latex as they jostled for position.
"The matrix? Again with that crap? This isn't your conspiracy wet dream Beckett promised a beast, and I'm taming it now!" Kin shoved harder, his monumental hips bumping Yuki sideways. "The simulation fractures with seed. We must initiate the breach before the agents reset us all!"
Kota seized the distraction. With a hard twist of his shoulders, he shoved Kin away, the tall femboy staggering back a step, wide eyes snapping to him in genuine shock. "Your force..." Kin whispered, voice awed and trembling, like Kota had just proven some glitch in his matrix theory. "It's... unbound."
This is crazy! These fuckers are crazy! The thought screamed in Kota's head as he backed away, heart pounding against his ribs. Yuki and Kin were still squabbling, shoving each other like kids fighting over a toy, their latex outfits gleaming under the LEDs while the rest of the room watched with varying degrees of amusement or boredom. Carter and Charlie were giggling in the corner, Toby had buried his face in his hands on the sofa, Mort smirked from the bean bag, Corey lounged with that cheeky grin, and Gideon stood motionless like a Victorian statue.
Beckett, still naked and blank-faced, finally stepped forward from the onyx monolith, hands clasped in front of him as if calling a meeting to order. His lousy attempt at leadership was painfully obvious—the robotic speech, the stiff posture, like a kid playing CEO in his dad's office.
"Attention. I am the facilitator. We have gathered these eight initiates here because alignment of the sacral and root chakras requires collective energetic convergence. This convergence is only possible via a structured orgy where the tether designated as Kota must ejaculate a minimum of eight times to initiate each participant into the fellowship. Seminal essence acts as the binding agent, transferring vibrational attunement through direct prostatic stimulation and fluid exchange. The onyx monolith will amplify the frequencies, ensuring no dissonant residues remain. Participants must maintain retention until the tether's release, at which point compersion protocols engage. This ritual draws from ancient tantric principles cross-referenced with quantum entanglement models, where each climax creates a nodal point in the shared aura field. Failure to achieve eight distinct ejaculations will result in partial alignment, leading to aura leakage and potential chakra misalignment for up to seventy-two hours. To incentivize full participation, each initiate will receive one hundred dollars upon completion, disbursed via encrypted transfer to avoid fiscal dissonance. The process commences in five minutes. Queries?"
Corey and Mort perked up instantly at the mention of one hundred dollars. Corey's eyes lit up like he'd won a scratch-off ticket, that cheeky grin spreading wider as he leaned forward from the sofa. "A hundred bucks? That's like three weeks' worth of noodles! Crikey, sign me up twice." He rubbed his hands together gleefully, already mentally spending it on whatever cheap thrills he could scrounge in their broke-ass life.
Mort, desperate for actual food after months of scraping by in that pizza-stinking shoebox apartment, sighed heavily but nodded. "This is just prostitution with extra steps. Fine, whatever. Hand over the cash when it's done."
Beckett tilted his head slightly, monotone unwavering. "Negative. This is metaphysical congress, not transactional exchange. The payment is merely a material anchor to ground the energy."
Kota, still catching his breath from the hallway pin-down, jumped in. "Wait, do I get a hundred dollars too? If I'm the one doing all the work?"
Beckett's blank stare didn't change. "No. The tether's role is central but uncompensated monetarily. Energetic compensation suffices."
Mort snorted from the bean bag, sarcasm dripping like venom. "Yeah, the guy who gets free ass to fuck eight times deserves nothing else. Hell, he should be paying them a hundred each. Poor baby, all that fun for zero cash."
Kota got offended, face heating as he shot back. "Cumming eight times in a row is fucking hard! You try it and see how easy it is!"
Mort rolled his eyes, voice laced with mock pity. "Oh, my sincere apologies. How ever will you survive the ordeal?"
Charlie, who had finally stopped yapping long enough to listen, jumped right back in from the corner where he was perched on a stool near Carter. "Oh wow like i've only ever had sex once which was six months ago on my eighteenth birthday after playing seven minutes in heaven at this party and it was kinda awkward because i didn't really know what i was doing and i think i was bad at it so i'm not sure if the blowjob even made the guy cum anyway because he didn't say anything after and just kinda left the closet super fast and i felt really embarrassed but i mean it was my first time so maybe it was okay and now i'm here and i'm excited to try again but also nervous because what if i mess up the ritual or something and the chakras don't align and everyone blames me and i have to apologize forever but i promise i'll try my best and follow all the steps even if i talk too much which i do but i can't help it when i'm thinking about how that one time the guy's dick was kinda small and i wasn't sure if i was doing it right because it didn't really respond like in the videos i watched beforehand to prepare but anyway i'm ready now and i hope this time it's better and maybe i'll learn some techniques from watching everyone else and—"
OH GODDDDDDDDDD KILL MEEEEEEEEEEE