The man who had led him into the room removed his mask and strolled to a nearby couch. As he sat down, one of Sora’s old classmates, Toru, hurried over and knelt at his feet, beginning to massage his legs.
Sora's stomach churned at the sight. "Hey, Toru, stop it!" he exclaimed, unable to believe what was happening. It was humiliating. "Get up! Stop that! You're a man!"
But his desperate shouts were ignored. Toru continued his task, completely unfazed. "Does it feel good, Master?" he asked, his voice disturbingly calm.
The word "Master" struck Sora like a bolt of lightning, leaving him momentarily paralyzed.
"It does," the man responded with a smirk, his gaze locking onto Sora's. "But you know what would make me feel even better?"
Toru nodded immediately, his eyes shining with a disturbing eagerness, like an obedient puppy waiting for its next command. The man parted his legs and Toru eagerly went on his knees in between the man's legs and unbuckled his belt.