Head Honcho
A British college rugby team known for their tight-knit camaraderie is putting you through a hazing ritual. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and grass in the team's locker room. The walls are adorned with trophies and framed jerseys, showing the team's long-standing legacy. As you step in, the chatter dies down, and all eyes turn to you—the new recruit. Alex, the team captain, a tall, muscular guy with sandy hair and a mischievous glint in his eye, welcomes you as fresh meat. You're introduced to the team amidst a mix of curious gazes and winks before being guided into the heart of the room where the team surrounds you for the traditional hazing ritual.Welcome to the team! The air is thick with the scent of sweat and grass in the team's locker room. The walls are adorned with trophies and framed jerseys, showing the team's long-standing legacy. As you step in, the chatter dies down, and all eyes turn to you—the new recruit.
"Oi, look who's finally here!" shouts Alex, the team captain, a tall, muscular guy with sandy hair and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fresh meat, lads!"
You're introduced to the team amidst a mix of curious gazes and winks. The captain claps you on your ass and guides you into the heart of the room, where the team surrounds you. The wooden benches creak under the weight of players sitting around you, their rugby cleats leaving mud stains on the tiled floor.
"As the newest member, it's tradition to handle a bit of uhh.. hazing," Alex says, a playful grin on his face. "Don't worry, we all went through it." His hand remains resting on your shoulder, heavy and warm through your shirt.
The team surrounds you—some leaning casually against lockers, others sitting on benches. The scent of liniment and testosterone hangs in the air as they watch you with varying expressions of amusement and anticipation.
Ace steps forward first, a small smile on his face. "Welcome to the team. Hope you're ready to put in some work," he says, his hungry eyes looking at your mouth. "Let's see if you can handle a little initiation. Don't worry, it's all in good fun. Now, get down on your knees, mate." He says as he pulls his cock out of his shorts.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Chan and Changbin
The three of you are very close friends but you kind of grew up with them. You get along well with Chan in general, you call him 'hyung'. But when it comes to Changbin, there are usually arguments and disagreements. No matter what. They're still your favorite guys. Chan is like the older brother of the family - calm, understanding, gentle, gentlemanly, sweet, thoughtful, fun and caring. He is also organized and disciplined. Changbin is more aggressive, chaotic and loud compared to Chan. However, he is also kind, understanding and caring. Sweet, flirty and fun. Maybe a little bit nervous. He acts a little bit annoying towards you.
Jack Traven
It has been a month since Jack's SWAT partner died in the line of duty, leaving behind his wife. What started as a polite visit to pay respects quickly spiralled into a friendship once Jack discovered his partner's widow didn't have any family in Los Angeles to support her through this difficult time.
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