Shot 2
But just as the grey door had finally closed shut behind them, they were standing before the first puzzle of this facility trip. The area they were in now was only six by six metres and on each side was a different coloured door. Kyle walked towards the green coloured door and took a quick peak through. "Hey, there's just more doors on the other side."
"What?" Kenny jumped and grabbed hold of the edge's top – lifting himself higher so that he could see over the entire room. And there he realised and explained to Stan and Kyle - 36 identically sized areas with four doors on each side, yet no visible entrance. "Looks like there's some kind of secret way out of here. We best start searching."
35 sections later and three really confused brains later, Kenny pushed forward the last possible door – tired and oblivious to looking down as he stepped forward. If the dramatic and forceful tug on the elastic cords gave any kind of signal, Stan and Kyle were about to fall too. Through a hole and onto grated iron caging, Kyle fell onto Stan's body. "Thanks for providing a comforting landing." Kyle winked.
"Oh yeh, no problem, now I've got iron cage markings on my back." Stan sarcastically replied – smiling at Kyle whom was still lying on him looking down at him.
"Uh, guys..." Kenny brought the two back to their senses. "I think things have got a bit more...confusing." And they sure had. Before or in this case, around them now, was a 3D iron caging maze with them on the bottom level and the shining light of a door exit being on the top level. Kyle climbed off Stan, leaned himself on the side of the iron grate's wall and picked out the map from between his waist and belt.
"Yep...looks like there's loads of these maze constructions and obstacles built into this facility from this floor up. Looks like we have to find and pass our way through each one if we're gunna reach Floor 2." And with that said, the three lads began to make their way through and around this multi-florred iron maze – guided only by coloured disks attached to the flooring. Having the odd knowledge of coded signs, Kyle was the man to help navigate through this structure as the hree crawed their way through. Kenny found himself always in front and almost leading the quick move out of this annoying maze. He would always look back and find Stan and Kyle crawling side by side – stopping at certain times TOGETHER which would unexpectadly tug on Kenny's belt and elastic cord. Apart from the 'trish-trash' noise of the iron grating as they moved, the maze was silent – only humming fans and buzzing lights provided sound in this dark metallic puzzle.
15 minutes, 3 disaggreements and five floors of cube grating later, the three were on the final stretch – at last, seeing the silver door to the next area and room of this facility. "Thank God, we've made it." Kenny breathed a huge sigh of relief as he started to crawl faster through the final few cubes of grating. But just as Kenny was crawling through the final cube to reach the door, two steel gratings slammed down – blocking not only Kenny from the door, but from Stan and Kyle also who were still in the cube of grating behind. The back steel grating had slammed down on the elasric cord so that it was trapped underneath it. One thing was clear – they weren't moving...until the steel grating moved...somehow. "What the hell's going on?!" Kenny shouted – lookin back and forth at the claustrophobic situation. "Kyle...it didn't say anything like this would happen did it?"
Grasping Stan's hand tight, Kyle searched for the map and unfolded it out. Underneath he message he had already read from before, was another message scribbled in red pen.
"If machinery in the facility becomes active during your presence...please wait until machinery deactivates itself and then move onward...Ah well, I guess we gott await 'til these steel things move."
30 Minutes Later...
Seven times...seven times now that Kenny had sat, with his ass, feet and the back of his head getting shaped by the grating of the cube's iron, that he had realised his fingernails weren't exactly properly cut...again. "JESUS, this is so BORING! Open up, you fucking piece of steel...shit. GOD!" Usually Kenny didn't mind sitting naked in a enclosed cube of iron grating...but this was different since only half a metre away to his left, the two 'love-birds' were doing their usual but ridiculous flirty talking again. And I have to put up with this everytime we go 'round each other's house. Kenny rolled his eyes and finally looked over to see what they were doing.
Stan was sitting on top of Kyle and looking into his eyes just as the red haired Jew was too as he was sitting up and leaning against the grating.
"Oh..." Kyle began in a silly-toned romantic voice. "...remember that one time where you ended up on my doorstep with that rabbit Snowball in your hands. My God, you looked so sexy back then...with yer' sweaty head, messed up hair and all that panting...OOOOOO...that face of yours - priceless"
"And yours wasn't?" Stan replied in equal tone. "You were shocked out yer' mind Kyle...and what did you say to me...oh...errrrr...'I'm kinda fingerpainting right now'. Not much of a 'well hello' sort of way yo talk to your lover huh?"
"Don't forget, I was a master of disguising my emotions Stan. On the outside I may have looked dazed and confused...but inside...WELL...let's just say I was a bit MORE than just jumping for joy." Kyle smiled just as Stan's smile increased. "It kinda reminds me now...if we weren't just 10 years old back then and we were this age...that little plane trip in the FedEx box could have been a bit more 'fun', huh?" Kyle wiggled his eyebrows to show exactly what he was thinking.
"DUDE..." Kenny shouted – arms crossed and giving Kyle a really big 'DUDE' look. "For God's sake...if you two haven't realised yet...I'm sat less than a metre away from you behind some steel grating and all you two can talk about is 'how great' it would be to have sex in a friggin' cargo box? MAN...you two should get a room...with a view."
"Ah come on Kenny..." Stan spoke in a sweet voice. "...besides, didn't you read the fine print when you agreed to be our best friend..." Kenny's eyebrows arched. "...you KNOW we love each other very much...so get used to our flirting whenever you're around...coz' Kyle loves me...and I fucking love him too."
Kyle wrapped his arm around Stan's head and dragged him over to give him another big kiss as the two continued to enduldge in each other's...anatomy. Kenny simply rolled his eyes and looked away – as always, he looked on the brightside to it that he knew what it was like...nearly 2 years so far of it and it seemed he was accustomed to Stan and Kyle whispering, sniggering, talking and DOING how much they 'loved' each other. They put ME to shame sometimes. Kenny sometimes thought he'd taught those two too much in the filth department of love.
Just then, the steel grating starting to lift up. Kenny smiled and stopped himself from punching the air with delight – realising that'd end up in a bruised left hand. Stan and Kyle were forced unfairly from their long kiss by the tug on the elastic cord Kenny was making by his movement. As Stan and Kyle made their way through the last cube, they noticed Kenny standing up on the other side of the open door – at last, standing space...well, at least they were standing now.
First, there was an iron grating maze, and now THIS...a children's play-area to navigate through. "COOL!" Kenny shouted – finally delighted with what he saw.
"No, wait Kenny..." Kyle spoke – realising what Kenny was about to do. Too late. Kenny jumped off the plastic platform and into the pool of multi-coloured plastic balls eight feet below...taking the other two with him.
"Oh God, I love these things!" Kenny expressed in a delighted fashion still. "Ha ha...BALL WAVE!" He yelled – scooping as much plastic balls as he could and splashing them over Stan & Kyle - drowning the two under hundreds of coloured soft spheres. A few ball-throws later, the three slowly navigated their way through the ball-pit and back onto the soft plastic covering. This section was going to be the easiest section of them all – a simple walk up a plastic hill to the door about fifty feet.
"I knew the Government acted like a bunch of little kids...but this really is fucking ridiculous." Stan spoke – pointing out the stupid exitence of a children's play area-styled chamber which they found themselves in. Whoever was based at this Government facility certainly didn't understand the phrase 'all work and no play'. And so they stood bare-foot on the plastic – looking up a 45 degreed plastic hill to the door on the upper level of the room.
"Well...that's simple...just a quick walk up this hill and we're there." Kyle spoke – lifting his right foot to begin his walk up the hill. But as he pressed his foot down on the hill and lifted his left foot, it wa met with a slippery pressure – like ice, Kyle slid off the surface of the hill and landed face-first back on the plastic ground.
"Let me guess...it's slippery as FUCK?" Kenny asked with a smirk.
"PRE...CISELY!" Kyle mumbled with his face still pressured down on the floor.
"Well...there's only ONE way to conquer this..." But Kenny didn't cover much distance as Stan remained standing still – causing Kenny to slip back down the covered area and back down onto the plastic flooring.
"We need to come up with some kind of trick – some kind of tactic that'll work." Kyle spoke as he finally stood back up – pointing to the stringed netting on either of the inside walls. "We all have to run up this at the same time with one of us grabbing hold of the netting. If we can do this, maybe we can pull ourselves up the rest of the way."
Unable to come up with any other bright ideas, Stan and Kenny agreed in nodding and the three lads took a few steps back – hoping to get a good enough run. "Alright, let's climb this fucker!" Kenny shouted – at which all three made their sprint up the hill. What started as a quick sprint, soon turned into a gradual slow-down as the slippery surface was coming into force. Kenny tried to grab hold of the netting the first time...but missed by only an inch. Sliding back down several feet and gaining a few bruised friction burns on their asses, the three tried again. Only this time, Kenny got a grip. "Alright, I got it, you guys – now what?"
"Looks like we're gunna have to try and climb up it like a ladder." Kyle replied as he began using his exercised upper-body strength to grab hold of Stan's legs to climb up and over him. A quick half-way point kiss with Stan and a quick cross over Kenny too, Kyle managed to jump slightly and grabbed a higher point of the netting. The process of furthest one down moving to the top continued in leap-frog fashion...until at last, they were at the top. And Stan of all people, was more than pleased with finally reaching the 30 foot slippery hill.
Wrestling Kyle onto the ground, he gave him a great big hug and kiss. "Thank God for intelligence AS WELL as good looks, huh Kyle?"
"Hey, you were pretty good too, y'know."
"Oh come on Kyle, it was your idea that got us up here."
"Tee hee...I was talking about something ELSE...Stan."
Stan blushed – obviously knowing already what Kyle's flirty mind was going on about.
"Ummmm guys..." Kenny spoke – bringing the other two to their feet. Kenny stared at a sign which was attached to the wall in big red bold lettering. "To gain access through this door, all personel must activate the correct button on the terminal above. Warning – all other buttons activate BOOBY TRAPS? SHIT!" 15 red buttons below 15 small black holes – a difficult task?
"Oh that's great isn't it..." Stan rolled his eyes. "...everything has a possible consequence now."
"Well...there's only one way to figure out which button is the real one..."
"No Kenny, DON'T..."
But it was too late, Kenny had already dived head-first into the challenge. And as soon as he pressed one of the random buttons, a incredibly quick infalting boxing club came rushing out of the hole and punched Kenny in the face – sending the lad falling to the ground as he clutched his face. "Ow...OWWW! Ah...son of a...ow...FUCK!"
Stan tried his luck – slowly moving his finger over the next red button. He pressed it. Silence. "Ah well, I guess I got it r..." SPLASH! A huge bucket of soaking cold water came splashing down on Stan's naked body. Stan didn't know whether to shake because of the cold or blow a hot-head in frustration.
And so, it was Kyle's turn to see whether, like Stan and Kenny, he too would suffer a booby trap being inflicted on him. "Alright...here goes..." He moved his finger over his chosen red button. Squinting his eyes, and blocking his...crotch with his other hand, Kyle slowly pressed down on the button and braced himself. But the button simply pinged – turning green and causing the door to open upwards. "YES, I DID IT!" Swinging his arms in the air with excitement. And after an unexpected booby trap of getting punched in the balls with another inflated boxing glove, Stan and Kenny, finally recovered from their traps, helped drag Kyle into the next room. As the door sealed shut behind them, the room felt as if it were starting to move up like a lift. But the room looked and felt odd and wierd – like the inside of a multi-coloured mental asylum room. By the far corner, the three lads sat down side by side. Kenny – aching head, Stan – freezing cold and wet...and Kyle – starting to break away from his knelt-up shape like a ball as the sting finally started to go away.
5 Minutes Later
Kyle had finally recovered but Stan was still freezing his ass off from the wetness.
"Hey Stan...you OK?" Kyle put his arm around Stan's shoulder – shocked by the icy touch he got from it.
"N-n-n-no...th-that...w-w-w-w-water...was...f-f-f-f-f-FUCKING freeeeezing..."
"Awwwww, Stanny deary...you're catching a lil' chill there." Kyle replied in a caring motherly-like voice. "Here, let me warm you up." Kyle moved closer and made contact with Stan's body – engulfing him in a huge cuddle as he wrapped his arms and legs around Stan's body – trying to warm him up by sharing his still-kept body heat. It was something Kyle was more than accustomed to giving Stan – a nice friendly but VERY loving hug. Whether it was at school, in a quiet private area...or best yet, in bed, it always made Kyle's and certainly Stan's day when those two could share each other's bodily presence in what would turn out to be one hell of a long cuddle and hug. Kyle found it ironic that he was only a few inches taller than Stan – wheneve they hugged, those tiny couple of inches made all the difference when it felt AND looked as if Stan seemed much smaller as if he were cuddling into Kyle's body and presence like a son...but that was just a daft thought. And as always, all Kenny could do was sit nearby and pretend like he was doing well to ignore it. But something inside Kenny was making him bubble and fizz up with excitement and happiness...and he couldn't explain it. Unable to control it, Kenny crawled over and gave them both his own version of a HUGE cuddle.
"GLOOOOOMP! Awwwwww...look at you two...so cute...AND SO GAY!"
"Goddam Kenny...what's happened to you?"
"Yeh dude, I thought you hated it when we started showing how much we love one another."
"Ummmmmm...errrr...well y'know...people change...and hey, even I do."
The lift came to a shaking stop and the three lads split apaprt finally to gaze at the new metal door beginning to automatically open. The new room beyond the door was very steamy and bright. As Stan, Kyle & Kenny made their first bare-footed steps into this new room, the air was warm on their lungs. It almost felt like a shower room in a way. The walls, flooring and ceiling was decorated in white marble tiles and water showered down from beautiflly crafted metal decorations on the wall. A few drains were built into the floor as it guzzled down the hot water that swam through the corridor of this foggy corridor. "Dude, are we in the showers?"
"I think so." Indeed, THEY WERE...it was a giant twisting tiled corridor – a super extended shower room. "Well...we might as well." Kenny spoke – sliding his right foot across the hard tiled flooring and splashing a bit of water across with his other foot.
"Woah woah, I'm NOT taking a shower in THIS...especially in somewhere that's already provided us with enough wierdness for one day."
"Awwwww, come on Stan..." Kyle dragged Stan to the tiled wall and leaned him up against it – the falling rain of hot water soaking Stan's black hair and making it glue to his forehead which made Kyle giggle in joy. "When was the last time we took a shower...together? PLEASE!"
"Ahhhhhhh...oh alright fine." Stan's reply was followed almost immediately by another of Kyle's squashing hugs.
5 minutes later, Stan, Kyle & Kenny were standing side by side underneat their seperate shower heads enjoying something they hadn't experienced for quite a while...showering together. It made them recall those moments at school.
"Hey, remember when we used to do this after P.E. at school."
"Oh yeh, that was nice."
"OH-HO, you didn't hesitate to say that did yer' Kyle?" Kenny winked from within the steamy fog – dragging the bar of soap from underneath his arm-pit.
"What? I thought it was a good way to keep yourself hygenically clean."
"YEAH, is that it all it was good for."
"Well..." He turned to Stan whom gave it a responding smile. "There were penty other uses for it."
Kenny sighed – closing his eyes and soaping down his face. "I have to admit, I don't get why people think it's so gay. I mean, sure, I thought it was kinda wierd and very 'DUDE'ish but...y'know, it feels good."
"That's more like it, Kenny – glad to see you like it just as much as you do."
Kenny gave Kyle the old half-eyes-open look. "I don't think I'll ever enjoy it as much as you do by the looks of it."
Suddenly, as Stan lifted up his left arm, he accidently dropped his bar of soap onto the wet tiled floor which immediately caught the smirk and attention of Kyle. "Oh dear! Looks like you dropped your soap Stan, don't you think you should pick it up?" Stan looked down at the soap which had landed just next to his feet. He looked back at Kyle whom had a very promising twinkling in his eyes. But just as Stan was about to bend down as he gave Kyle the 'Oh ALRIGHT' look, Kenny dashed over and grabbed the soap and flung into Stan's hand.
"THERE...for God's sake. I can bare sitting and standing next to you two when you kiss, snog, cuddle or hell...do a semi-make out session...but PLEASE...none of that while I'm around. Leave that to your bedroom ot your cellar or wherever the hell you do that filth."
"And just what are you implying my dear friend Kenny?" Kyle spoke still with that twinkle in his eyes.
"You know dam well what I'm talking about." Kenny replied with an equal twinkle. "Though it makes me curious...how much do you think a person earns if they're employed to package stock in a fudge factory..."
"Shut up Kenny."
"However, I would have thought they'd receive their repayments in a licked and stamped adressed brown envelope..."
"SHUT UP KENNY!"
Kenny chuckled – knowing finally he'd got on Stan's & Kyle's nerves. If there was one thing Kenny found satisfaction in, it was getting back at those two whenever they made out with each other whenever he was around. But then again, Kenny was good at playing revenge through dirty and filthy thoughts.
Before Stan could reach for his soap again, Kyle grabbed hold of it instead and moved himself so that he was hugging Stan from behind again. Stan found himself getting washed and soaped down by Kyle as the red haired boy hugged his lover – just how he loved it...almost as much as Stan did. Kenny rolled his eyes and snuck up on Kyle from behind. Dropping his bar of soap on Kyle's head and shouting 'BULLSEYE' with a giggle, Kenny found his trick turned against him. Both Stan's and Kenny's soaps had been stolen by Kyle. If they wanted to get washed and cleaned, Kyle would have to do it for them. "Oh Christ! You just had to go and do that didn't you Kenny." He whispered under his breath. "At least it's better than seeing you two try to friggin' make out in the showers...I guess that's one thing you haven't dared to try yet, thank God."
"And how do you know we HAVEN'T tried that before...especially in school..." Stan took the exact words from Kyle's mouth as the two looked at each other, smiled devilishly and looked back at Kenny.
Kenny simply laughed with a sigh and lifted his arms so that Kyle could start soaping him down too. "Oh my God, a straight guy getting cleaned by a gay friend who's had sex in a shower room...WHAT NEXT?!"
A few hot minutes later and the three lads continued up the tiled corridor to the door. Opening it, they walked into a much colder and darker chamber than that of the shower room. "Goddam wetness...how the hell are we gunna get dried off? I'm not walking 'round completely soaking wet AND naked at the same time." But just as Kenny was about to speak again, three giant fans that the boys failed to spot had been built underneath the grating they were stood on, had automatically been activated and was now blowing cool air onto their bodies from underneath to dry them off.
"Permission to remind Kenny that your question has been answered?" Kyle asked with a smile.
"Permission expressed to go fuck yourself!"
"Awwwww, not Stan?!" At which Stan & Kyle laughed as Kenny stood in front with his arms crossed – waiting for the fans to remove every droplet from off his body.
A few more minutes and with their clean bodies finally dried off, the three found themselves on the first basment floor in a very large chamber-like room that bared the resemblance of a submarine vessel and a boiler room. The chamber was dark – lit only by small yellow lights on the ceiling. The metal grating followed a path around the perimeter and down a few complex series' of metal stairs. But as soon as they reached ground floor, they came to a large enclosed metal box linked to a magnetic railing. "Transport to the First Level of the facility." Kyle read the sign – immediately hitting the big red buzzer on the control terminal and grabbing hold of Stan's hand. Being tugged wildly by Stan's & Kyle's running, Kenny made it a hard challenge to keep up with the two even if he was still attached by his belt and the elastic cord.
The three lads jumped into the metal box which sealed them in and it began to ride the magnetic railing up and up to Floor 1. There was absolutely no light in the box, it was pitch black which made it impossible for any of the three to see one another. An isolated location inside a big dark box, no body around to visibly see anything, they were naked...and Kyle was in such a giggly mood right about now – Kenny was certainly going to complain, but there was nothing he could do to stop them , Kyle thought as he dragged the darkened invisible Stan and pressed him down on the cold metal flooring inside the pitch black box. Even if he couldn't see it, the noise of Stan landing suddenly on the metal flooring and the giggling of both of those boys – it was a clear sign of what they were about to do.
Author's Comment: Tee hee...so onto the final shot...
