Chapter 279: Chapter 279: The Helicopter Test
Alexander stood by the hood of the Lamborghini, expecting them to back down. But before he could even utter a word of mockery, both boys reached down, unbuckled their belts, and dropped their trousers and boxers to the asphalt.
Alexander’s eyes widened his expression freezing for a fraction of a second.
What the hell? thought Alexander, his eyes narrowing as he took in the view.
He had expected a couple of regular, insecure kids, but Ben and Leo were packing. They weren’t low-tier worms at all; they were sporting two powerful pythons. A sudden wave of masculine competitiveness hit Alexander square in the chest. He found himself mentally measuring his own thick length against their arsenal, a dark smirk cutting through his face as he realized these kids were full of surprises.
"Holy shit," muttered Alexander under his breath. "Alright, get moving!"
Ben and Leo didn’t hesitate. Completely naked from the waist down, their lengths bouncing in the morning air, they sprinted down the main academic path like two madmen.
"Oh my god! Look!" a girl shrieked near the fountain.
The courtyard erupted into a chaotic uproar. Dozens of wealthy female students gasped, their faces turning bright red, while several others whipped out their phones trying to record the spectacular exhibition. But the two boys were flying on pure adrenaline. They reached the main glass doors of the rector’s office in record time, spun around, and swung their shafts in a rapid helicopter motion right against the glass.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
Having completed the social execution, they turned on their heels and sprinted all the way back to the executive parking lot, panting as they scrambled to pull their underwear and pants back up.
Alexander burst into a loud, savage roar of laughter, clapping his hand against the carbon-fiber roof of the Temerario.
"Alright, that was legendary," said Alexander, tossing the key fob in the air and catching it as the scissor doors swung open. "You passed the test, you crazy bastards. Get in. We’re getting the hell out of here."
Ben and Leo scrambled into the back seats of the Lamborghini, the interior cramped but luxury-packed as the 920-horsepower engine roared to life once more. Alexander slammed the pedal down, the silver beast tearing out of the campus gates and leaving the chaotic courtyard far behind.
Ten minutes later, the supercar pulled up in front of Stephen’s gym.
"Wait in the car," said Alexander, cutting the ignition. "I’ll be right back."
He stepped out, the scissor door closing with a thud behind him. Alexander walked through the front doors and found Stephen standing near the main training rings, wiping down a set of heavy leather focus mitts.
"Virtual training?" Stephen asked, Alexander stopping a few paces away. "I want to talk to you."
"I don’t need you to say a word, kid," said Stephen, not even looking up as he tossed the towel onto a bench. "I already saw them through the glass of your fancy new toy. Who are the two packages outside?"
"I want to know the requirements to get them started," said Alexander.
"Requirements?" said Stephen, finally turning around to face him, his eyes hard and calculating. "There are no requirements."
"They aren’t members of TMC," Alexander clarified his voice dropping into a rumble. "They’re just friends of mine."
"I know that," said Stephen, a faint, rugged smirk cutting through his weathered face. "I also know you went out to that alley ambush last night. Even though you got your ass handed to you by those high-tier freaks, you’re still walking. Don’t worry about TMC—this gym belongs to me, not them. You can send your boys here to train, but the price doesn’t drop. One hundred thousand dollars each, upfront. I don’t give credit, and I don’t do payment plans."
"No problem. Here you go," said Alexander, a smirk touching his lips as he pulled out his card and swiped it across the terminal transferring the two hundred thousand dollars into Stephen’s account.
He turned around, walked out of the glass doors, and approached the waiting Lamborghini. Ben and Leo sat up as he opened the scissor door.
"Get out," said Alexander, gesturing for them to follow him toward the entrance. "Your training starts today. But before you step inside, I want you to know exactly what you’re up against. You need to keep an open mind for what’s coming next... and a word of what you see in here gets spoken outside, and you’re dead. Understood?"
"Yes, sir! Absolutely, sir...!!" both boys barked in unison, their voices tight and filled with an gravity that made it sound like they were ready to lay down their very lives right on the battlefield.
"That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go," said Alexander.
They walked into the main lobby of the gym, which looked ordinary at first glance—just rows of heavy weights, punching bags, and people working up a standard sweat. But as Alexander led them past the iron curtains toward the restricted back facility, the true reality of Stephen’s training grounds was unveiled.
Ben and Leo froze, their eyes widening in staggered shock.
It was a uninhibited display of extreme sexual conditioning. Dozens of stunning, athletic women were performing core routines, but with a depraved twist. Rows of women were locked into sit-up benches, their bodies arching upward into a frantic rhythm, but each peak of their abdominal crunches was executed to engulf thick, throbbing shafts waiting right at the top of the movement. Further down, several fitness models were doing deep squats, dropping their rear ends to the floor to plunge erections all the way to the hilt of their soaking wet crevices with a loud, wet slither.
Squelch! Squelch!
Along the wall, a few girls were tied to vertical racks, their eyes
blindfolded and rubber ball-gags keeping their mouths stretched wide open, their chests heaving as they were forced to endure a constant barrage of thick lengths entering their throats in a brutal routine of stretching endurance. The air was thick with the sounds of intense panting, wet friction, and muffled moans of pure exhaustion and pleasure.
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