<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/66132603c084e5780378cfa8dc78855c.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Bc0001.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, Fitness Center, Lobby, Gym<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>n/a; Exploring<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Drake looked up, vigilant, at Travis who had come here to work out. This was one of the five he was so afraid of? The tattooed red-haired jock in his soccer uniform and mesh jersey with the thick head of his cock peeking out the waistband of his skimpy black shorts, and even the long and stark red socks down to his clean cleats. Ideas aplenty filled his head with ways to please this creature. He did not mind being sighted now that he was in alluring company.<br/><br/>Drake cleared his throat and blinked sweat out of his eyes, "Thank jesus fuck. I was hoping you weren't some kind of madman..."<br/><br/>The stranger introduced himself as two names, Travis, one given at birth, and Hayes, one given by friends. Was that something Travis or Hayes wanted him to remember? Drake started looking suspicious at him,  "I'm Drake..."<br/><br/>“I figured we don’t necessarily need to battle right now, might be in our interest to get along for a bit?”<br/><br/>"I don't want to battle at all!" Drake emphasized, but his cock grew like Pinocchio. "You really believe this shit? Either this whole thing is a fucked up fantasy, or we were drugged and-and-and put in some kind of sick game. Even if we were dead, which we're not obviously, then who says we have to play by the rules? Why don't we work together on getting the hell out of here? I mean, I'm painfully horny too, maybe there's some pheromone in the air, but I'm not going around fucking people! No matter how hot they are... Fuck all who thinks otherwise!"<br/><br/>Drake lifted weights again, calmly and in correct position. He closed his eyes, trying not to think of the soccer shorts, socks, and that cock. The strange fact that Travis acted like this game was real, approaching fully prepared to battle, cast some doubts. Maybe the game was real, and lives were at stake. The way Travis (or was it Hayes now?) eyed him intensely, assessed him, and monitored him... almost made him want to lose the game altogether. Almost... But this whole thing screamed conspiracy and kidnapping. Was it a sex cult? Was this sex trafficking? How did he end up here, and where was here? It wasn't funny so it was certainly no prank. This was coercion, and he was not dumb. They were being watched.<br/><br/>Opening his shifty eyes, Drake said gravelly, "I guess if we're going to trust each other, we'll have to start by spotting each other. Travis, you first."