The Locker Room | CH. 7
Ethan and Cade find themselves in a secret underground facility …
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Previously: | CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5 | CH. 6
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Follow me, betas!” Coach barked, storming into the locker room apartment as usual.
Ethan and Cade, of course, complied.
This mornings “correction” didn’t sit right with him, but Ethan didn’t want to fuck up the cushy apartment and scholarship situation. Cade seemed to feel the same, since they hadn’t really talked since. They shared a connection, deeper than gang bangs and beta-alpha shit, but they could deal with that later. Right now? It was time to go to work.
It took a moment before Ethan realized they were walking down a hallway he didn’t recognize. Then another. Passing through doors that required a swipe of a keycard from Coach like it was some sort of secure sci-fi facility in a video game. Where the fuck were they going?
They entered a room with basic solid walls that looked like concrete. Coach pressed a palm to a hidden scanner, and with a mechanical hum that felt too high-tech for a college gym, the room started to … move.
“Where are we going, coach?” Ethan asked, feeling a little stupid for silently following until now. Maybe Coach had gotten them to this point of submission for something dark and nefarious. And now they were deep in some secret location where no one would find them … fuck.
“Down,” Coach grunted, “That’s where we are going. Down.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest. “There’s an incredible facility under the school. You’re about to finally see the real heart of this program you’ve signed up for. The Alpha Football Association is very glad to have you.”
“What the fuck is that?” Cade spat.
Coach didn’t answer.
Ethan tried to stamp down his genuine spike of fear. This was bigger than a secret apartment and some gaming rigs.
As the elevator plummeted, the air grew cooler. The pressure stronger.
“Don’t look so spooked, beta bitches, it’s just a game. Like any other.”
“A game?” Ethan whispered, hands twitching at his sides.
Coach looked him right in the eye with a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “It’s a new kind of game. Don’t get cold feet now, you’ve been good little betas so far. Today, you just have to do it in front of a few new friends.”
One of the walls, apparently a door, split in two—sliding open to reveal …
A locker room.
A new, different kind of locker room, formed from sleek polished black marble and chrome. It smelled like expensive cologne, ozone and a deep, underlying musk that made the hair on Ethan’s arms stand up. There were no bashed up bright red lockers and walls painted in school colors here. Everything was stark black and clean. Most things were branded with a sparkling silver AFA crest. For the Alpha Football Association, apparently. This whole beta program was way, way bigger than Ethan had ever imagined.
“Get into your gear,” Coach commanded, gesturing toward two of the black lockers that were left slightly open, glowing with a dim internal light. “The first-timers always get the most attention. Don’t fuck it up.”
As Coach turned to leave, Ethan felt a vibration in the floor. It took a second to realize what it was: the roar of a crowd.
It had to be thousands of voices, muffled by layers of whatever these walls were made of, chanting and cheering.
“Sounds like they’re ready for you,” Coach called over his shoulder, “Go on, suit up, boys. The game is about to start.”
The air felt charged with some kind of electricity, like lightning was about to strike. Ethan tried to calm his hands as he reached into the locker. Maybe this was just thrilling, not scary. He pulled the new jersey over his head. It was laughably short, ending just beneath his nipples. It was in their school colors of red and blue and made of classic jersey mesh with a prominent silver AFA logo stamped on the shoulder.
Beside him, Cade was getting into his own outfit. The quarterback’s broad shoulders seemed to double in size compared to the tiny piece of fabric. The accompanying jock-straps were reinforced with silver-threaded material of some kind. It supported, lifted and presented. Highlighting their assets for a spectators pleasure.
“You ready for this?” Cade asked, eyes scanning Ethan’s body with a mixture of hunger and protective worry.
“I don’t know,” Ethan admitted, “but I think we’re in too deep to back out now.”
Heavy doors at the other end of the locker room groaned open. Two men stepped inside, built like goddamned titans, wearing the signature white and black stripes of a referee but skin tight and reflective. Their faces were hidden behind polished solid black masks. They didn’t speak.
One stepped behind the boys while the other gestured forward, ushering them like livestock.
When they stepped out onto the field, cheers exploded in their ears and lights blinded their eyes.
Eyes transitioning, Ethan took in the view. It was much like most football stadiums above ground. Looking up, you could tell it was also a masterpiece of underground engineering. Tiers of glass-covered suites climbed into darkness, filled with well dressed men and women where visible. They must have to be elites to be a part of this underground AFA world. Massive screens hung from the ceiling, broadcasting every inch of them. Ethan saw himself repeated over and over, his flushed face, mussed ginger hair, and Cade behind him — eyes wide.
They were led further into the field, where a circle of similarly dressed men in pairs of matching team colors formed. Betas from programs just like theirs from other schools, no doubt.
A lean beta in purple mesh with a mocking glint in his eye looked them up and down as they took their place beside him.
“Look at that,” he sneered, “fresh meat.”
Cades tank-like frame tensed as he stepped half an inch in front of Ethan.
The guy just laughed, sharp and cold, before it got lost in the roar of the crowd and a voice boomed over the speakers.
