Bloodstock Island

Chapter 4

“Now, now, mister Dullahan, watch your tone now. You don’t want another memo sent to your father, do you?”

Mister Jefferson began scanning him from head to toe as he fixed his glasses, as if like a hawk checking its prey. The old man made cautious looks from the door and back to him.

“You could have waited for me in your office if you’re so worried.”

Max says sensing the reason for the man’s concern could not hide his irritation, alone and with nobody else within the locker room, there wasn’t much that he could do.

“I’m just being careful, mister Dullahan. I only wanted to make sure you didn’t run off again. Like last time. You know what will happen, right?”

Jefferson states as his grin grew even more when he saw his face turn sour because he could not move.

“It’s not like anybody would believe me.”

Max sarcastically smiles. Fed up with being made fun of, blackmailed, and isolated for being different. He got so used to it he develop his own way of coping with the whole predicament.

“Of course, it is your word against mine. Being the trouble maker you are, I doubt anyone would actually listen to you, but you already know that.”

A cackle escapes the councilor’s mouth the moment he finished and saw the sharp look on his face.

“Then can we get this over with?” He spits out.

As the younger brother of the town head, Max knew what the conniving old coot was capable of. There was even a possibility that his dad would also be in trouble if he did anything stupid, like what had happened to his coach.

“You don’t seem to understand, mister Dullahan. This is for your own good. I’m doing this to make sure that you grow up into a proper adult in our society. We can’t have you turning into a juvenile.”

Jefferson’s devilish grin became even more menacing. All the while, he looking at him from head to toe.

“Just get on with it.”

He spats with gritted teeth as he kept his fist behind his back to hide it, as he was still itching to give the man a piece of his mind.

“Now Max, since this is already your sixth offense, I’m going to proceed with a different approach. I don’t know how your father raised you, but you need to be educated on proper decorum.”

The old man now had this soft, humming tone as he spoke. 

Vile was rising in Max’s throat at the thought of what other tasks could the man be thinking. 

He was trying to comprehend his situation. Though prepared, he still can’t shake off the crawling dread from his body.

“Don’t bring my dad into this!”

Max hissed, unable to hold on to his temper. He can accept the things that they did not like about him. He didn’t care what kind of punishment they were going to give him, but he would not allow them to bad mouth his father.

Before the old coot could say another word, the door flung open, letting in three panting and smiling teenagers. It was the numbskulls that were the primary cause of all this.

“Mister Jefferson! Sorry we’re late. We had trouble packing out things.”

Josh gleefully approached. Behind him were his two friends carrying a large duffle bag with them.

Max felt his blood boil, seeing them smirking. The old man’s face turned sour from being interrupted.

He stiffens as the councilor walked towards him. Sweat began appearing on his forehead when the wrinkly old man stood in front of him.

The man reached only his shoulders. He remained steadfast, even if his insides trembled when he felt that large, oily hand on his skin.

“Why don’t we just start with the usual examination?”

Mister Jefferson stated, holding his laughter upon seeing the boy’s sharp gaze.

Max looked straight ahead to remove all fears and muster the courage he needed to not do a thing. Gritting his teeth, he back away and with a steady motion he took off his shirt, before unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants in one swift move.

Mister Jefferson, along with the three, turned red with joy. Their eyes grew wide at the sight of the large and well-built body in front of them.

They could not help but smile upon seeing the shine on his skin from all the sweat that covered it, that gave a more vibrant look, emphasizing each cut and lines from all the right places.

Max felt as if there was a lump in his throat, as he could feel the gaze that they were throwing at him as he stood there. With a quick gulp, he glowered at the group as he spread his legs while placing both his hands on the back of his head.

“Those are hideous undergarments. Whatever were you thinking when you bought them? You should be thankful that your kind friends are here to help with your clothing.”

The old man then turned to the three, who started taking out tape measures and fabrics from their bags.

Though he didn’t want to, he stiffened when they began touching him. There was something in the way their hands brush through his skin as they took his measurements that it made his skin crawl.

“Mister Jefferson, I think it would be best if he loses the boxers.”

It was ray who giggled as he pointed at the printed cloth that was the last remaining thing that was covering him.

“Yeah, we can get finish faster without it.”

Eric agreed to the idea. Max ended up frowning, as he could not understand why they would need him to be in the nude, as they were just going to get his measurements.

“Let me help you with that!”

Josh didn’t even wait for his answer as he just pulled his undergarments, leaving him buck naked in front of the group.

“Aren’t you thankful you have such great friends? After this, we’re going to start with fitting and…”

His face crumpled when suddenly all four of them turned silent. Their eyes suddenly changed, as if their minds wandered off.

“It’s getting late. Let’s just finish this.”

Max shouts out as the group remained like statues around him. He tilted his head when he noticed that mister Jefferson’s eyes had this emptiness in it.

His brow raised when one by one the four began drooling, before they began wobbling in place like drunkards.

“What the hell’s wrong with all of you?”

He finally groans, unable to understand what was happening between them. It looked like something dazed them as their gaze went through him.

He backed away when all four of them jolted, eyes suddenly turned white as it rolled to the back of their heads.

“This isn’t funny!”

He was losing his patience, as he could not comprehend what was going on. He felt his heart pounding, realizing that something was not right.

This was entirely different from before, as they would usually just make him dress up and then do some weird poses, a bit of acting and exercise as punishment. So it made little sense of what was happening right now.