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The cast
| Name | Age | Nationality |
|---|---|---|
| Jorge Benito (@jorge.4mywall) | 13 | Spanish |
| Egor Schwarlis (@model_egor_schwarlis) | 15 | Russian |
| David Markovskyi (david_markovskyi_official) | 13 | Ukrainian |
| Levi Miller | 13 | Australian |
| Antonio Viña | 14 | Mexican |
| Jacob Tremblay | 13 | Canadian |
| Lou Goossens | 14 | Belgian |
| Maxwell Jenkins | 14 | American |
| Elliot Grihault | 15 | British |
| Kacper Olszewski (baby bump) | 12 | Polish |
| Kåre Hedebrant | 15 | Swedish |
| Pacifico Santangelo (pacifico_model) | 12 | Italian |
Jorge looked out the car window as the mansion they were heading towards, on the outskirts of Prague, grew larger as the distance closed. It had an old architectural style, with large windows and carefully trimmed ivy climbing its walls. It was surrounded by a stone wall that stretched further than the Spanish boy's sight could reach, meaning the grounds must have been enormous. Jorge thought about asking the silent driver but dismissed the idea and settled back into the leather seat.
The vehicle stopped before the front gate a few seconds before it opened automatically. Now Jorge could see the beautiful gardens surrounding what would be, for a time, his new home. The lawn was an almost unreal shade of green, and different topiary figures dotted the landscape at irregular intervals, all of them distinct. Beautiful flowering bushes lined the edges of the pathways, and a fountain of crystal-clear water stood at the center, featuring a statue of what appeared to be a nude boy.
When the vehicle stopped in front of the mansion's door, the driver got out and opened the door for him, inviting the teenager to step out with a gesture of his hand. Jorge obeyed, glad to have his feet on the ground after nearly an hour's drive from the airport, on top of the two and a half hours from Barcelona.
"Your ID card, sir," said the driver as he handed Jorge an identification card with a pin. The man spoke in a language Jorge didn't understand, but it didn't matter because he was wearing the same translator earpiece he had used during his confinement.
Jorge pinned the card to his chest and turned to go to the trunk to get his suitcase, but before he could, the driver raised a hand. "Don't worry, I will bring your luggage. Please go inside and make yourself comfortable in the lounge. I believe some of the other participants may have already arrived."
"Oh, okay, thanks," Jorge replied before climbing the steps to the front door. The man acknowledged with a slight bow, placing his right hand over his chest.
The doors were grand, made of dark wood with two rampant griffins facing each other carved into them. The doorknob was round and golden, very old-looking, though everything here seemed that way. Jorge wondered if they would even have internet.
He opened the door, and it led into a huge hall with a polished wooden floor. At the far end, a double staircase ascended to the upper floor, and a massive, waterfall-shaped chandelier cascaded down from the mansion's third and final story. The walls were decorated with paintings depicting landscapes and various people. Several doors led from here, but Jorge headed for the slightly ajar one to his left, the one the driver had told him about. As he approached, he could hear the sound of voices, so he pushed it open and entered.
The door opened into an enormous living room, carpeted in red with brown wood-paneled walls. The heads of several hunting trophies adorned the walls, alongside bookcases, vases, and expensive-looking silverware that was likely more decorative than useful. In the center, several sofas were arranged in a semicircle around a fireplace. Standing before it was the man Jorge knew as Andrew Ryan, and scattered across the sofas were eight boys.
All faces turned toward him as he entered the room, causing the young man to stop in the doorway.
"Ah, Jorge! Our Spanish participant arrives. Please, come in, come in! We were just getting to know each other a bit," Andrew said with a broad smile.
Jorge, somewhat hesitant, stepped forward, feeling intensely watched, and sat on one of the sofas next to a boy whose identification badge featured the flag of the United States. Maxwell Jenkins, 14 years old.
"How was the trip?" asked the event organizer with his typical good cheer. Andrew still perplexed Jorge. When he had been kidnapped, he had expected a very different profile from the man who turned out to be his captor. Andrew was a young man, under 30, athletic, with long blond hair and blue eyes.
"Quite long. I'm a bit tired," admitted the Spaniard.
"Well, it couldn't have been that long," said the boy sitting on the sofa opposite him. But what caught Jorge's attention was that the language he had spoken was Spanish, meaning the translator hadn't activated. Jorge looked at his identification: Antonio Viña, 14 years old, from Mexico. Jorge hadn't expected another Spanish speaker.
"Well, no, compared to yours, I'm sure it wasn't," Jorge conceded with a small smile.
"And there's still one coming from Australia. He should be arriving soon," Andrew explained, checking his wristwatch. "Just three more, and we'll all be here."
Jorge quickly did the math. So there would be 12 contestants. It wasn't a very high number, but honestly, he didn't know what kind of participation to expect for something like this. He looked at the other boys to see if he recognized any faces. He only recognized two. The boy who had played Lucerys Velaryon in House of the Dragon, and the one who had recently been in a well-received international LGBT film. Anyway, they were fleeting roles that probably wouldn't be repeated. The rest were likely like him—aspiring actors or models whose careers had never quite taken off.
"Going back to what we were saying before," said Elliot. "Are we each going to have our own room?"
"Well, no, you'll be in pairs. Anyway, it's better to wait until everyone arrives to explain the rules, the organization, and everything, so I don't have to say it twice. In the meantime, why don't you all talk a bit about yourselves? That will pass the time while the others arrive," replied the host.
Everyone looked around somewhat uncomfortably. Apparently, no one was eager to take the first step and break the ice. Jorge certainly didn't want to be the one.
"Come on, guys, someone has to take the first step," said the host, looking at them with an amused smile.
The one who raised his hand while clearing his throat was a boy with dark hair, light eyes, and cheeks full of freckles. His card had a name Jorge wasn't sure how to pronounce: Kacper Olszewski; a flag Jorge couldn't place; and apparently, he was only 12 years old. "Um, well, my name is Kacper, and I'm from Poland, and... I was in this movie, Baby Bump. I don't know what else to say, I'm 12, and I like electronic music, playing Fortnite, and... I'm pretty good at miming and dancing pantomime. I also like playing soccer and skiing."
A boy with very blond, incredibly pale hair, whose card read Kåre Hedebrant (another name Jorge didn't know how to pronounce), asked Kacper, "What movie is that? I've never heard of it." The other boys seemed to agree with that statement.
"It's a bit of a weird movie; I actually had to jerk off and get naked, everyone saw my dick," answered Kacper with a little laugh, though he didn't seem ashamed to admit it. There were some laughs from the others too.
"Wait, is that even legal?" asked Maxwell Jenkins, quite baffled.
"European cinema isn't as puritanical as American," replied a boy named David Markovskyi, whose badge bore the flag of Ukraine. Jorge recognized it because of the whole war situation. "There's a lot of nudity."
"Where is there a lot of nudity?" A youthful voice spoke from the doorway. Everyone turned in that direction. A teenager of about 15 with long, chestnut-brown hair had just entered. He walked in comfortably with all eyes on him, as if he was used to it or enjoyed being the center of attention.
"Ah, Egor! Great that you're here already. How was the trip?" Andrew greeted him.
Egor sat in the empty spot next to Jorge, crossing one leg over the other and stretching his right arm along the back of the sofa, passing it behind the Spaniard's head, though without touching him. "Boring, like all long trips."
"Isn't Russia close by?" asked Maxwell.
"Russia has a very long border," Egor answered, raising an eyebrow. "I had to take a plane from Moscow to Istanbul, and from there to Prague."
There was something about the way Egor spoke and gestured that caught Jorge's attention. As if he always knew how to present his best angle or speak in the most sensually acceptable tone of voice for the given moment. Maybe it was because he was sitting right beside him, with the Russian's body almost pressed against his own.
Egor noticed Jorge was looking at him and lowered his eyelids with a sensual air, a suggestive half-smile playing on his lips. Jorge looked away, embarrassed at having been caught. But the other teenager didn't seem to want to let him off the hook, because he soon felt foreign fingers on the nape of his neck, lightly scratching and twirling a strand of his brown hair around his fingers. It made Jorge feel a bit uncomfortable that the other boy was touching him, but he figured showing aversion to physical contact wasn't a good start to becoming the star escort, so he let it be. Besides, it was somewhat pleasant.
"Alright then, Kacper was the first brave one to introduce himself. Who wants to go next?" asked Andrew Ryan, looking around at the boys.
Jorge looked around. Now that the ice was broken, the boys were looking at each other with less shyness and more analysis, evaluating if anyone would volunteer to be next, sizing each other up. Yes, Jorge noticed appraising glances directed at him as he, too, sized up the others. So, without thinking too much, he raised his hand. "I'll do it."
All eyes turned and settled on him with interest. For a split second, the Spaniard regretted his decision, but he swallowed his embarrassment and began to speak. "My name is Jorge Benito. I'm from Spain, and I'm 13 years old. I've acted in a couple of short films and done magazine modeling."
"Wait a minute," said Elliot, leaning forward to get a better look at him. "I know you. You're one of the boys who disappeared two months ago! I remember the news—four Spanish boys and four English boys, all celebrities of some kind."
Jorge noted that Elliot had the flag of England on his card, so of course he knew the news. But judging by the expressions on the other boys' faces, he realized it at least sounded familiar to them too.
"Yes, I'm one of them..." replied Jorge, now genuinely uncomfortable being the center of attention.
"I know about that! I saw a Spanish YouTuber talk about it," said Antonio. "He said none of you remembered what happened. Is it true you don't remember?" he asked with interest.
Jorge remembered everything perfectly, and he assumed the others did too but were hiding it—though he didn't understand why, since they hadn't received any offers, as far as he knew. In fact, the police had gotten involved in the latter cases. The Spaniard had made no effort to get in touch with the others and had ignored the social media messages from Álvaro, the only one who had tried to contact him.
"Yes, it's true I don't remember anything," he said, looking at Andrew Ryan, who wore a mysterious, inscrutable smile.
"How can you not remember anything?" asked a blond boy with the Italian flag on his identification. His name was Pacifico Santangelo. "You must remember something, even if it's very little."
"Well, that's none of your business," replied Jorge, a bit annoyed by the Italian boy's tone. In fact, the Spaniard felt like he was back in a police interrogation.
"Alright, boys, leave Jorge alone," said Andrew Ryan. "Besides, he's lying to protect me. I did it."
All eyes turned to their host in disbelief. "What do you mean you did it?" asked Kåre. "Is this a trick for another kidnapping?" he asked, his tone somewhat tense.
"No, no," Andrew Ryan laughed. "That was an experiment—well, an experiment and a bit of fun—but it has nothing to do with what we're going to do here. Well, it does have a little to do with it, because of the sexual testing and all that, but..."
"Sexual testing?" Egor turned from observing Andrew to Jorge. "Has this man already tested you, sweetheart?"
"What? No! Not him, I mean, the other boys, yes, and..."
"Whoa, wait, wait," Maxwell, on his other side, held up his palms in a time-out gesture. "The kidnapped guys were doing sexual stuff? And none of you have talked about that?"
"I... well, he offered me this project. I don't know why the others haven't said anything..." Jorge glanced sideways at Andrew Ryan.
"They really don't remember," replied the man. "I used a drug to make them forget."
"That's a bit shady," said Elliot.
"Yeah, totally unlike what we're going to do here, voluntarily. That's not shady at all," Kacper said sarcastically before letting out a chuckle.
"I think if we thought it was shady, none of us would be here," David countered. "Or, the idea seems attractive enough to ignore the... inconveniences."
"Maybe someone just wants to have a vacation and fuck a lot," replied Antonio.
There were some knowing chuckles at the Mexican boy's comment; even Jorge laughed a little. The atmosphere had relaxed, and everyone seemed calmer now.
"That's a legitimate reason," Andrew conceded with a smile. "Though I would like it if you all had the ambition, and I believe you do. I think all of you entering this competition will do so wholeheartedly; you truly have the hunger to reach the top. But I can understand if someone just decides to have a good time for a while. After all, you're all gay or bisexual, surrounded by a bunch of attractive boys. Well, actually, if there's a straight guy among us..." Andrew's gaze settled on Jorge, who felt a bit embarrassed to be the center of attention again.
"Seriously? And why are you here?" asked the boy who had been in the film Young Hearts—his card said Lou Gossens. Jorge wasn't sure which flag that was… Germany? He wished he were a bit better with geography.
"Well, I… thought I was here for the same reason as everyone else." Jorge remembered Andrew Ryan's speech the day he won, how it had made him feel—the ambition it had stirred within him, an insatiable hunger for fame, influence, power, and recognition. But, truth be told, it wasn't the proposal itself that had awakened it; no, it was the day Eric abused him. Jorge had been so desperate to escape that he went from being the worst contestant to literally the best from one day to the next. That potential had always been inside him; he just needed the right motivation. "Because I want to be great."
"How interesting…" murmured Egor beside him. "The little pup has teeth."
Before Jorge could respond, the door opened again, and this time two boys walked in. These two looked familiar to Jorge—he'd seen them in movies; they were perhaps a bit more famous than the rest. Jacob Tremblay from Canada, and Levi Miller from… uh… was that the American flag with the English one inside it?
"Ah, the last two!" Andrew Ryan exclaimed happily. "Come in, boys, come in. Oh, how thrilled I am to finally see you all gathered." The host looked around the room. "Right, this living room really is a bit small, but it was close to the entrance. There aren't enough chairs for everyone. No matter, just sit on the floor there, or stand; we won't be here much longer."
The two newcomers approached, looking curiously at all the boys. Levi decided to remain standing, while Jacob sat down, leaning his back against the armrest of one of the sofas.
"Alright, we can leave the remaining introductions for later. I imagine you're all eager to hear the rules and what exactly we'll be doing here." The man certainly seemed very enthusiastic about explaining it. "First of all, the bedrooms are doubles, so you'll be sharing rooms in pairs. They're all in the east wing of the mansion; the west wing bedrooms are for the staff. I've already determined the initial pairings, as you'll be rotating every week. This way, you'll get to know everyone, and we can observe the dynamics between you. The first stage, and therefore the first elimination, will occur after you've spent one week with each of your fellow contestants—meaning in 11 weeks. This stage will be the longest, but that's also because we'll invest the most time in teaching you everything you need to know. Yes?" Andrew noticed Pacifico had his hand raised.
"How will the first person be eliminated?" asked the Italian boy.
"Ah, good question. Well, you see, it will be through a combination of scores from the various tests, public voting, and finally, my own biased and subjective judgment," replied the man.
"Public voting?" asked Levi with a worried expression.
"Ah, yes. This obviously costs a fortune, so we have sponsors. The mansion has cameras in almost every room and hallway. Except in the bathrooms. Yes, we'll let you keep a bit of privacy."
"We weren't told anything about that," protested Kåre.
"Well, do you want to leave? I'm not forcing anyone to stay here," Andrew Ryan replied, making a gesture as if inviting him to head for the door.
The Swedish boy blushed and looked down. "No, that's not it... but it would have been nice to be told."
"I'm telling you now. Alright, let's continue. Moving on, I am your Big Brother, and that is how you will address me from now on." He placed a hand on his chest. It would take Jorge a bit of getting used to, switching from Andrew Ryan to Big Brother. "Now, the rest of the staff will always wear masks, but you can identify their function and rank by the mask and uniform. The Rabbits are in charge of cleaning. They're here to clean up anything—and when I say anything, I mean anything. Don't be shy if you make an embarrassing mess; I pay them for that. Also, they're the lowest rank, so you can demand sexual activity from them if you wish. Huh? What do you think? I'm giving you a little bit of power." The man smiled as if it were truly a gift, and Jorge took the chance to scan his fellow contestants' expressions. Kacper, Elliot, David, and Egor seemed pleased with the idea, while the others had more neutral expressions. The idea of being able to demand sexual activity from someone who couldn't refuse didn't sit well with Jorge, but... he was here for that. He suspected it was something that would be evaluated.
"So they can't say no? To anything?" asked Jacob.
"Well, there are a couple of exceptions. They can say no to BDSM or if they've had sex in the last two hours. Workers' rights and all that. Alright, moving on. Next are the Beetles. They are the gardeners, and you can also demand sex from them, with the same limitations. Those are the two largest groups. Now, in the middle hierarchy are the Cats; they are the cooks. Did anyone get the reference, huh?" he asked, looking around.
Jorge understood the reference, so he decided to raise his hand. "Monster Hunter Saga."
The man pointed a finger at him. "Knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Good. The cooks, unfortunately for your insatiable teenage bodies, are off-limits, as are the Wolves, who are the butlers. Although they primarily serve me, you can ask them for directions or to relay a message. Finally, at the top of the food chain are the Tigers. There are Tigers of various colors because they will be your teachers, each instructing a different subject, and they can demand any sexual activity from you, even outside of class. Of course, you'll have a bit of protection; you can refuse if you've had sex with another Tiger in the last two hours, but not if you've chosen to have it with someone else. Oh, and if you see a staff member with a Monkey mask, it means they're on their free time, so don't bother them. As for the boring rules, there will be schedules for meals, classes, etc., but you'll figure that out as we go, starting tomorrow. And regarding general conduct, I expect civilized behavior among yourselves—no violence or things like that. Alright, any questions?"
Lou raised his hand. "So, for our, uh... education, what subjects will we have?"
"Well, you'll discover that gradually. But not all subjects are sexual. No, remember what you're aiming for here. A good companion shouldn't just be a sex machine; they also need to know how to hold interesting conversations, understand how the world works, and how people function."
"That sounds... quite complex," noted Maxwell.
"It is, which is why in the end, only the best of you will remain."
A brief silence followed as everyone digested the information. Jorge had expected something like this after his conversation with Big Brother two months ago. The world's best companion needed to be cultured, able to carry a conversation, interesting, and, of course, excellent in bed. Skill, beauty, intellect—mastery in all three areas. It was going to be quite a challenge, and seeing some of the boys here, the young Spaniard began to doubt his chances.
"So, will what we do outside of classes also be taken into account, then?" asked Lou.
Big Brother nodded. "You'll be under continuous evaluation from the moment you arrive. But, relax, that doesn't mean you have to watch every single little thing you do. Naturalness is also important, and you must learn to combine the knowledge you acquire here with your own personality. I don't expect you to learn to fake it; I expect you to transform in a natural way. It will be gradual—I'm very aware of that—so your day-to-day won't be judged as harshly in the beginning as it will be in the final phases."
"After the first phase, one person leaves, so we'll be an odd number. Someone will be without a roommate," David pointed out.
"Ah, excellent point. Yes, in phases with an odd number, the person who has received the fewest—let's call them elimination points—will be rewarded with a room to themselves. The rest of you will continue rotating rooms."
"So..." Levi did the math. "When we have an odd number, will the phases last one week less than they should?"
"No." Big Brother flashed a mischievous smile, as if he'd been waiting for that question. "To compensate for that week, there's a bungalow-style room with multiple beds where you'll all live together for that final week. It'll be fun. Well, any more questions?"
"So, you've told us the rules about sex with the staff, but what about between us? Can we do it outside of classes?" asked Egor.
"Ah, what a great question. Already have your eye on someone?" asked Big Brother with a mischievous smile.
"Maybe," the Russian replied with a mysterious little smile.
"You can have all the sex you want, as long as it's consensual between the two... or three, or however many parties are involved. If someone says a clear no, you must stop," said the man. Though Jorge didn't miss the tone of his voice or the exact words he had used.
"So a no means no, then?" Jorge confirmed.
The man looked directly at him, and Jorge knew he was also thinking about the episode with Eric. "That's right, no means no. Unless there was a clear, verbal agreement beforehand—one that the cameras could hear, please. I mean, if you decide to do a bit of roleplay and establish a different safeword, that's also valid. As long as I can confirm what that word is."
The rules seemed very safe, but they had a catch. Consent here didn't seem to be based on 'yes means yes'; rather, one had to openly refuse. This implied that if a 'no' wasn't heard clearly, the act would be considered consensual. Jorge would be on his guard.
Half a minute passed without anyone else asking anything, so Big Brother clapped his hands together in the air. "Well, you must all be exhausted, so you're probably eager to see your rooms, have dinner, shower, and all that. Oh, I didn't mention it before, but all rooms have a private bathroom. Alright, before you retire for dinner and then rest, how about a little initial wager? Voluntary, just for fun, and with nothing to lose. The winner gets to choose his first roommate... and also prove something." The man pulled a measuring tape from his pocket. "Who wants to bet they're bigger than the rest? The one with the best tool wins."
There was scattered laughter among the teenagers; even Jorge chuckled a little at the unexpected situation. But he knew he wouldn't win. He had an average size for his age, and there were several older boys here. If he had to bet, it would probably be one of the 15-year-olds: Egor, Kåre, or Elliot. Although his experience had taught him that many reached adult size at 14, or even 13.
"I'll do it," said Levi. There were several "oohs" from the boys seeing one of the youngest volunteers. Though, to be honest, Levi seemed much more developed than Jorge despite being the same age.
"Good, good, first brave soul! Come on, we need more!" said Big Brother.
"Ah, fuck it, I'll do it too," Elliot stood up and began rubbing his crotch over his pants.
"And me," Maxwell rose from beside Jorge.
"Well, if so many are joining in, I won't be left behind," said Egor on Jorge's other side. "Want to help me get it up, sweetness?" he asked, taking Jorge's hand, though he did so carefully, initiating a slow movement that Jorge could stop at any moment.
Jorge thought about refusing—it was, in fact, his first thought. But then he remembered they were always being tested and that he wanted to become the best. It made no sense to refuse to participate, even in this way. "Sure," he finally agreed.
Jorge placed his hand on Egor's pants, right on his crotch. The pants weren't made of stiff fabric, so he could feel the bulge beneath the material with his fingers. Even soft, it seemed... large, and thick. Something that clashed with the Russian's appearance.
He began to massage slowly, surprised by how easily he could manipulate another guy's dick through the pants. "Aren't you wearing underwear?"
"No. Put your hand inside," requested Egor, looking directly into his eyes with that heavy-lidded expression.
Jorge obeyed and slipped his hand under the waistband of the pants. As he stroked the other boy's pubic area, he noticed it was hairless, though his skin brushed against the freshly shaved skin, feeling it slightly rough. There, he could grasp the Russian's wood, which was already hardening. Jorge felt along it, surprised by the size it seemed to be reaching. He climbed up the shaft until he reached the glans, discovering it was circumcised.
"That's enough, we don't want things to get dirty," Egor said, gently moving Jorge's hand away.
Jorge nodded and saw the enormous tent in Egor's pants. He looked at the other boys who had volunteered for this "test"—they were obviously hard too, but none seemed to bulge as much at first glance. Though everyone wore different pants, so... who knew?
"Let's begin. Levi, you first." The curly-haired boy stepped forward, and Big Brother pulled his cock out of his pants. "Hmm, fourteen and a half centimeters. Not bad for your age, but I think we have bigger. Maxwell." The boy from the United States stepped forward, and Big Brother repeated the process. "Fifteen centimeters, a respectable size. Let's see what else we have. Elliot?" The Brit approached confidently; it was obvious he knew he surpassed the previous two. He pulled out a mushroom-shaped cock himself. "Wow, sixteen centimeters! We're entering the major leagues. Egor, do you have something better?" The Russian smiled and remained seated as he pulled out a massive piece of meat that froze Elliot's confident grin. Andrew approached. "Eighteen! I can hardly believe it. Very few men reach that."
There were a couple of admiring whistles and several envious glances. However, what caught Jorge's attention was the amused half-smile on Antonio's face, as if he were laughing at a joke only he understood.
"Alright, boys, you can put them back in your pants now. So, Egor, who do you want as your roommate?" asked Big Brother.
Egor's gaze swept over all the boys in the room, lingering on Jorge for a long moment. Jorge was sure he would choose him—he had been giving him special looks since he arrived and had just asked him to...
"Kacper," said the Russian, turning toward the black-haired boy. Kacper pointed at himself, somewhat surprised. Egor nodded to confirm his decision.
"Ah, the Russian going for the Pole. Some things never change," Kacper finally said, eliciting a couple more laughs. Jorge mentally noted that that was the flag of Poland.
"Maybe I'll plant my flag in your lands, yes," Egor confirmed with a tone heavy with innuendo, making the younger boy blush.
"Whoa!" chorused Jorge and the others, sparking another collective laugh. Honestly, Jorge hadn't expected to be having fun with these kinds of remarks; he'd thought everything would be much more serious and formal. But he was glad to know there was room for lightheartedness and jokes.
"Alright, come on, let's all go to dinner. To the dining room." Big Brother led the way, and all the boys got up to follow him.
"Hey," Pacifico fell into step beside Jorge to walk with him. "You know him better than we do, right? What's he like?" He gestured with his head toward Big Brother.
"Well, I don't really know him that well. I only spoke to him when I won in... well, in the challenges during the kidnapping," replied Jorge. "But he's... I don't know, a contradiction. Seems like a cool guy, but he has a very twisted imagination."
"What kind of challenges were they?" asked the Italian curiously.
"Well, all sorts, most of them pretty unpleasant. The first one was the biscuit game—I don't know if you know what that is..." Pacifico nodded. "I couldn't bring myself to eat it, so I got zero points."
The Italian furrowed his brow, thoughtful. "What did you need points for? Like in prison, where you need them to buy things?"
"No, no, they were to get out," replied the Spaniard, but then they arrived at the dining room.
A long table with twelve place settings, plus one at the head, awaited the guests. Two men with Wolf masks stood waiting in the room. "Gentlemen, please take any seat you wish, except for the head of the table," said one of them.
Big Brother sat at the head, and the twelve teenagers spread out around the table. Jorge sat with Pacifico to his right and Levi to his left. The Wolves left and soon returned accompanied by several Cats, carrying platters of food.
"All the meals are high in fiber and protein, but low in fats and carbs," said Big Brother. "Nutrition will also be fundamental. I want you all to have the best possible bodies."
Even so, the platters held various dishes so each person could choose according to their taste. Jorge helped himself to some salmon and decided to pair it with brown rice.
"Hey, Levi," he decided to strike up a conversation with the boy to his left. "Can I ask where that flag is from?" He pointed at his identification badge.
Levi looked down for a moment, then back up. "You really don't know? It's the flag of Australia."
"Oh, wow, no... I didn't expect Australia's flag to look like that," confessed the Spaniard.
Levi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, you expected it to have a kangaroo or something, right?"
"No, no!" Jorge blushed because that was exactly what he had expected. In fact, he would swear that's what had happened in an episode of The Simpsons. He shouldn't use cartoons as a reliable source of information.
However, the Australian didn't seem annoyed. "Got any more questions about flags? I'm pretty good with them."
"Um... Lou's is Germany, isn't it?" asked Jorge.
Levi shook his head. "Belgium. They have the same colors, but Germany's stripes are horizontal."
"Oh... right. And Kåre's?"
"Sweden."
"Oh, the neutral country," said Jorge, pleased to know something. But when Levi rolled his eyes, he knew he'd messed up.
"That's Switzerland. How can you mix them up? The names aren't even that similar."
"They are in Spanish," replied Jorge, pointing to the translator in his ear. In his language, the two countries sounded almost identical, though it seemed they were more distinct in English.
"They sound similar in Italian too," Pacifico said from his right, who seemed to have been listening to the conversation.
Dinner continued without incident. Jorge chatted a bit more with his two companions, though the conversation remained light throughout. Levi was more talkative and friendly, while Pacifico tended to be short on words and preferred answering questions to asking them. Still, Jorge came away with a good impression.
After they finished, Andrew Ryan received a set of keys from a Wolf. "Alright, boys, time to announce the roommates. You'll notice each room has its own unique feature—just to make things more fun. And each of you will have a key so you can keep your rooms locked to everyone else. The staff and I have keys that can open them all, of course. Right, let's begin. The Crown Room will go to Egor Schwarlis and Kacper Olszewski." Big Brother handed a key to each and then pointed to a side door. "Straight through there; you'll recognize the rooms by the symbol matching your key. Moving on, the Diamond Room for David Markovskyi and Lou Goossens. The Swallow Room for Levi Miller and Elliot Grihault. The Star Room for Jacob Tremblay and Maxwell Jenkins. The Moon Room for Kåre Hedebrant and Pacifico Santangelo. And finally, the Rose Room for Jorge Benito and Antonio Viña." It was obvious; they were the only two left in the dining room. Both boys stood up, each took a key, and left together.
"I saw you put your hand down the Russian guy's pants," Antonio said as they walked down the hallway.
It wasn't exactly how Jorge had expected to start a conversation. "He asked me to help him get hard," he justified.
"You agreed pretty quickly. Are you really straight?"
"I've already said it; I'm here to be great."
"Wow, you must be really desperate," said the Mexican boy.
That comment offended Jorge, who clenched his jaw. "So, you're here just for fun then?" he retorted.
However, Antonio just smiled. "A little bit for that, but I'm also a bit desperate. Practically all I did was play a young Andor in some flashbacks. My career will fade away on its own, so I need another place to shine. Once you've gotten used to a bit of fame, it's not easy to let go, right?"
Jorge had to admit that was exactly how he felt. He sighed. "Yeah."
"Still, I don't know if I'd sleep with many women to get new fame... or maybe I would, I don't know, the question never came up for me."
"So you're gay then? Like, fully gay, not bi," asked the Spaniard.
"That's right," Antonio replied before they both stopped in front of a door with a rose relief carved into it. He inserted the key into the lock and opened it.
Upon entering, both boys saw a room decorated in red, with plush carpeting, a built-in wardrobe, a small table with a TV, and facing it, a king-size bed with a headboard that resembled a rose bush.
"One bed? I wasn't expecting this," Jorge said, surprised.
"Maybe that's this room's 'special feature'," his roommate replied, walking over to the wardrobe and opening it. "Hey, our clothes are already here."
"Glad we don't have to wear colored uniforms..." Jorge murmured.
"Huh? Why would we wear colored uniforms?"
"Never mind, I'm going to get my pajamas."
"Pff, you still sleep in pajamas?" Antonio teased.
Jorge flushed. "There are adults who sleep in pajamas!"
"Real men sleep in their underwear," Antonio replied as he started to take off his clothes.
Jorge hesitated for a moment, tempted to rise to the Mexican boy's provocation. But he decided to stay true to himself and grabbed his blue pajamas from the wardrobe. He changed and got into the bed, where his roommate, clad only in black boxers, was waiting.
"I'm not sleepy. Wanna see what's on TV?" asked the older teenager, picking up the remote. As soon as he turned it on, the TV displayed a scene from a gay porn movie. "Whoa, better than I expected!" Antonio exclaimed enthusiastically.
Jorge sighed, though of course, what else could he expect in a place like this?
"Do you like this at all? Does it get you going?" the Mexican boy asked him.
Jorge focused on the scene. There was passion between the two twinks on the screen, so much that they seemed to want to merge their bodies. Plus, they had athletic, youthful bodies. Jorge wasn't into men, but there was so much passion in that scene... "I guess it's not bad."
"Ah, so you'll join me for a pre-sleep wank?"
Jorge thought about it for a moment but only had to remember why he was here. Besides, he'd already done far more than that before. He knew that when he set his mind to it, he was capable of this and much more. And he realized he was already hard, in fact. "Alright." Jorge pulled down his pajama pants and underwear just enough to free his 13 cm cock, surrounded at the base by some sparse hair.
He detected movement from Antonio beside him and turned out of curiosity. What he saw left him speechless. The Mexican had unleashed a monster even bigger than Egor's, with a thick bush of dark pubic hair.
"How big is that?" asked the Spaniard, astonished.
"Nineteen and a half," replied his roommate, puffing out his chest proudly.
"Wow... why didn't you participate in the challenge earlier?"
"I preferred to save the surprise. Hey, do you want to touch it?" he offered, moving his hands aside.
Jorge hesitated but this time shook his head. "No, I think for today I just want to jerk off normally and go to sleep."
Antonio nodded and didn't push further, which Jorge appreciated. Then both boys beat their meat while watching the porn film. They finished at very similar times, with Antonio finishing a bit sooner.
"I'll get some paper," said the Mexican before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He returned with two rolls of toilet paper, tossing one to Jorge, who caught it in mid-air.
"Do you know when we have to wake up tomorrow?" Jorge asked while wiping his groin.
"Nope. I guess they'll tell us something, or we'll just wake up at our own pace. I don't know," replied his roommate.
Once both were cleaned up, they tossed the paper into the wastebasket conveniently placed near the bed and wished each other good night.
Tomorrow would be an intense day.