228:Let The Game Begin!

No one we giving him a chance to talk. The huge men went on removing his clothes.  Until he remained with the boxers only. He wanted to escape but how can he escape from this place. The room had blinds and the light was the only thing making him see a thing ins9fe the room.

He looked sideways but the things surrounding him were the bed and the big sofa. Nothing else was there. 

"What happens in a room with a sofa and a bed, only one thing, sit look at each other then 5he next thing leads to the other," said Mike as ye watched how the ken went ahead to prepare the bed. 

Placing two white sheets on the head, an artificial he'd stand was put in place and two handcuffs were placed on each s9de of the bed. 

Mike was worried. His eyes darted all over the place as he wait he'd tor a way to protect himself but there was nothing left for him to use. 

It looked like the room had been swept clean leaving nothing that was going to help him. 

Watching the men place the bedsheets and arrange other kinds of stuff on the bed made him more afraid. He looked at the guard who was standing next to him.

"How about a share in my company, this doesn't need to happen to be please," he begged as he clasped his two hands in a prayer manner. 

The guard looked at him, smiled and then cleared his throat. 

"Look at me, do you think I am real? We get replaced here every day like no one's business, so I don't know what you want to offer but my mortality rate is high. After tonight you m8ght never see me again unless he is impressed by me then he would have to recreate me for his fantasy and fetish likes."

Mine looked at him, trying to digest his words, he could quite figure out what he was talking about.

'How can they be fake, how can they be not real?' He thought to himself. 

He couldn't imagine everything or every person in here was just an illusion of what Mr Clank wanted. So if these all were clones and illusions, where were the real people then? 

"How do you know that? You can't even prove it? " told Mike trying too much for him. He wanted the proof, the only problem was that he couldn't record any of that in his glasses because they couldn't record anything. 

The guard pretended to be bending to collect someone from the floor and turned to Mike, garotting his teeth and tossing at him.

"You think you know anything here? You know shit! This is my second day inside this place. I think I was in line just the other day because of some memories that I have can't explain. When they clone you, they make sure that you are given special abilities and those special abilities can either kill you or harm you in a bad way, so to some extent. I don't even want to be here, but we are controlled. It's like we have chips inside our bodies but I don't know where exactly and if you try any stupid thing then the chip is terminated and you are dead. Sometimes I feel the memories that I have are of someone who tried to escape and was captured before he could try his plan. At some point, I feel a void in my head that I don't know what is happening. So if you think I am lying to you, try someone else who won't even say a fucking thing!" 

Before Mike could ask anything, the door was opened and Mr Clank walked in, puffing the smoke of his expensive cigarette that was mixed with weed.

"Everything is ready sir, do you need anything else?" asked one of the huge men while standing at attention. 

Mr Clark surveyed the room as if he was seeing it for the first time in his life.

He walked around, touching the bedsheet as he felt their texture in his hands, he bent down on the bed and inhaled the scent of the sheets ad deeper his head further while grasping the sheets tightly over his head.

The other staff looked at him in dismay. It was just sheets not folded or orgasm that needed clutching the sheets as if his whole hands depended on them.

'What the fuck is this asshole doing? This is whole bullshit. How can you groan and moan in the sheets and nothing is happening?' Thought Mime as he tried to see what Mr Clank was doing.

Following his with his head as it moved towards and down trying to see his face but he could see any of those.

Af6er sometimes, he luf6ed his head and looked at the men in huge bodies, " thank you, please leave us."

'Noo, this is not going to happen right now? How will Vicky understand that all I did was try to protect Andrew from all his problems? I will be at peace with myself if I were today but not comfortable if Andrew were to die,' thought Mime as he watched Mr Clank starts to remove his clothes.

Slow music was heard on the Gramophone that was not anywhere near the vicinity. He was not sure what song was played but all he could think of is when this is going to him over so that they can realise Andrew.

An idea popped in his head Md he quickly ben5 and lifted his hands.

"I still need proof that Andrew is alive and nothing is going to happen to him."

Mr Clank looked at him and all he did was laugh at him. That was not the plan he had made in his mind. 

He wanted to destroy this man in front of him and later, use him as a lab specimen. After the sex, he knew he won't need him after whole those years of being friends and the only thing that ended with it was the last goodbye.

He has instruc6ed the workers to take good care of Andrew. Amanda was in charge of the project. He didn't want to give Mime some stupid hopes of ever seeing his friends again but he was not prepared to Call Amanda and ask her about her situation if Andrew. 

He knew Amanda also wanted a part of Mike and if she realizes that she is already here then she will either jump and walk in there in seconds or so stop throwing tantrums.

So he looked at Mike, walked closer to him, he pulled his head and placed it near his groins. Mike was grateful that he still had his boxers on, otherwise, things would have been weird around this place.

The only thing that made it hard for Mike to tolerate was the one that was coming from his boxers, it's was so strong for a well-built man who looks so energetic and vibrant.

Mine wanted to throw away but he quietly hold himself in position to avoid causing another trouble late in the night. .

Pulling his head away, Mr Clank pued his boxers down and forcefully placed Mike's head inside his dick.

"Suck it if you want your friend to be freed.," threatened Mr Clankk this made people worried and sad at the same time. He didn't know what he was going to do. 

He didn't want to suck his dick but suddenly his face was dipped further into his dick part. Mine couldn't take it anymore and suddenly vomited everything that was in his body.

Feeling disgusted, Mr Clank threw him on the floor and kicked him. While on the floor, Mike sighed in relief, maybe the vomiting helped him. He stayed on the floor thinking he had not been told where Andrew was, Mr Clank had walked out of the room to clean all the dirt that had solid on his body.

Mike stood up, he knew he couldn't go far with cuffs on how hands. He wan5ed to run out 9f the place, but suddenly someone walked out of the washroom, Mike knew that was Me Clank, he walked straight to where Mike was. Grabbed his collar and looked at him.

"I want you, but you are acting like a baby, what don't you working a man and get what know and I get my share, remove your boxers!"

Mr Clank jumped on his like an r0ey and started kissing his body over and over. 

Mike didn't want this, it was all disgusting but standing there like a statue, all he wanted was for Andrew to be safe from Mr Clank. That's why he was acting like he was in the mood.

"Why is his mouth smelling this awful?" Mine thought to himself as he tried to make sure that he is not kissing him.

Ge started to push Mime towards the head and he fell on the bed flat, calling on the huge men, they helped place the cuffs into his hands.

"Let The Game Begin!"