The First Test

Emily busts out laughing. She loves this. You just motivated her to go full **** on you, no holding back, no holds barred. Just like she wanted. She smirks excitedly at your response.

“You really don’t think so do you?” She smirks aggressively, remembering now that she’s in control of this situation and she feels a surge of power course through her veins. She tightens her grip on your leash that she had started to let slack a little bit during the previous discussion, pulling you just a tiny bit closer to her than you were before. “You’re going to find out, and you’re going to regret that, boy.” She says, before she tosses the leash on the ground, stepping on it with her foot. She smiles evilly, grinning brightly.

“Now, Lucas, this is your first test. The girls are expecting me to bring you back captured and caught. They aren’t aware that I offered you this option or this deal. So you have to stay silent and quiet while I explain to them what I did. Then, as my boyfriend, you are going to have to host a party celebrating us capturing you. You will have to do whatever the girls tell you to for the rest of the night tonight. You will have **** but to do those things. Whatever they say goes. If you fail at any of their tasks, take the spotlight from me, give away our secret or break our pact and agreement, you will be punished accordingly. By that I mean severely. Do you understand?” She asks, seriously, as you nod.

“Good. I will take you to our hideout. Do not dare walk in front of me, and do not dare stare at my butt, or you will be punished.” Emily warns you. You know she’s keeping her eyes on you, so you don’t dare disobey. You simply nod as you let her pull you by the leash back to the girls hideout.

You stay quiet and silent the whole walk there, all 5 minutes. No questions asked, no pleading, no resisting, no even daring to look at her butt. You simply walk where she pulls you. You can see a torch lit in the field ahead, but nothing else, you imagine that’s some sort of indicator of where the base is located. She walks up to the torch, as you stay back and give her some space. She does something to the torch, you can’t see what, and a flight of stairs that leads underground appears from in front of the torch area.

She tosses you a Boy Treat as a thank you for being quiet during the walk and your good behavior, but also as a reminder not to screw up what’s about to happen next. This time the Boy Treat tastes like a Smore, slightly different than the honey and cinnamon flavored one from before, but still very good and just like she said earlier, exactly what tasted good to you right in that moment.

You follow her down the flight of stairs, before you see three doors. A door that goes left, a door that goes right, and a door that goes straight ahead. The door to the right is for girls only, the door to the left is for boys only, and the door in the middle has a label EVNMK. She pulls your leash through this door, the one in the middle.

You’re now in an all white room. Nothing else except for you, her, and white everything. There’s two white chairs, a white cabinet and a white chest of drawers. She looks at you seriously, and points at one of the white chairs silently and firmly, obviously instructing you to sit down. You take a seat in the chair, with your arms behind the back still handcuffed from before, while the leash dangles in front of you between your feet, as she drops it to the floor loosely.

Emily heads over to the chest of drawers and starts by pulling out a key. “Stay still.” She commands calmly but seriously. You obey, staying still in the chair. She goes around the back and unlocks the handcuffs, taking them off of you, freeing your arms and hands which instantly fall at your sides in relief. You try and thank her, but she doesn’t respond. She’s not angry at you for saying that, but she refuses to acknowledge that you just spoke. She simply drifts to the dresser and puts the handcuffs in one of the drawers along with the key.

“I am not afraid to use them again if I have to. And I can make them tighter on you than they just were if needed. Take that as you will.” She says after turning to face you for a second, before looking through the drawers again. You stay silent again for a minute or two, which is enough for her to reward you with another Boy Treat. This time you catch it with your hands and examine it. It’s nothing special. It’s just a little brown cookie or cracker shaped like a cartoon or animated dog bone. The front of this one says “Boy Bone” on it rather than Boy Treat though, which makes you lift an eyebrow, while on the back it has your name on it. Lucas. As if these are specifically reserved for you and you alone.

You put it in your mouth and this one unlike the previous two you can’t just straight up chew quickly and swallow, it’s more like a bone. You chew on it continuously and you still aren’t able to break it, yet each bite has a very pleasant flavor of Key Lime Pie, before after a few bites it changes to Banana Cream Pie and back and forth, almost as if meant to entertain you with the different flavors while also being enough to keep you quiet and chewing on it without being so outright blatant as a gag.

The distraction works at keeping you occupied as you chew on the Boy Bone while she continues looking through the drawers for something very specific, before she finally finds it. She turns around to look at you, smirking happily and confidently.

“Here it is. I found it. Now… You’ve been a good boy so far and I’m very proud of you. So I will give you another choice for being so good. Would you like me to blindfold you for the next part, or would you like to see it yourself?” She asks. You’re not a big fan of blindfolds yourself, so this choice is easy for you. Whatever she has in store, you want to see it happen yourself.

“No blindfold please.” You take another bite of your bone. “I’ll be good and just keep chewing on my Boy Bone. I promise I’ll be quiet.” You tell her, which makes her smile and relieved, as if you knew she was going to tell you to be quiet if you didn’t address it yourself. She nods, smiling.