Chapter One

Quick disclaimer, I am HalfZochomore from wattpad. No, I did not steal this story more or less I am transitioning my stories from there to here simply because I believe its a more promising platform. I seen pretty big results from my first published story on here with an impressive 2200 reads. AlternateHalf is my account I will be publishing all my gay shit. Excuse me, I mean stories I forgot I need to be more classy as its my new years resolution. More than most likely May You Be Mine? May be finding its way over here soon. So, without further ado enjoy the story and feel free to tell me any mistakes you may notice! Dueces.

"Hey, hey, you new guy, turn around." A male voice instructed me from behind. "Come on, and I don't have all day. The new count is soon, and I'm not getting a hose in my anus for you."

Groggily, I turned to face the guy ordering me around for no apparent reason. On the other side of the cage, a relatively thin boy wearing an orange jumpsuit with a clipboard in hand stared at me bored.

"Great, another fruitcake joins the rainbow club." He said as he wrote on his clipboard, then he looked up to look at me in the eyes thoroughly. "With a face like that, you ain't going to last long here, my friend. Best find your place and get your act together if you hope to survive your sentence, 736564."

What exactly was this guy talking about? Moreover, why did he call me some random number instead of my actual name, which happens to be Zach?

Then like being struck by a bolt of lightning, I realized there were steel bars in front of me. Not only that, I was behind those bars. I took in my surroundings, acknowledging that I was in a cage with my hands bound by metal cuffs. The guy grabbed keys from his pocket and unlocked the cage door with my cuffs. What exactly was the point of having them on in the first place?

"If you follow me, I will show you where your cell is. And another thing, don't even think of trying to run; otherwise, you will be dealt with accordingly. Trust me; it's not fun. I would know from past experiences." Seeing as his expression never changed, I obediently followed slowly behind him. said following slowly behind him. "You are a quiet one, aren't you? The new guys are usually hysterical. Unless you've been abducted before and survived? That's impressive."

This had to have been a weird dream I was trapped in. There was no way that I, Zach Birds, who in his 18 years of being alive on this planet has never once committed a crime, would be a prisoner. Also, 736564? He threw those numbers together to keep the comedy act going to support his comedy routine. The two of us walked down a long empty hallway which seemed awkward, considering I was unknowingly locked in a cage. We were met by two large red doors when we reached the end of the hallway.

Eventually, we did reach these doors. Before he pushed them open, he turned around to look at me. "I must warn you that although everything you are about to see may feel like a dream, let me be the first to tell you that this is all very much real. Find your group because being alone is strongly advised against. Now, let's get going. The count is in twenty minutes." Pushing open the large doors, I was expose to a completely different reality.

I was in a cage with one other guy in an empty hallway. Now, on the other side of these doors was a huge lobby full of nothing but boys. The tall boy gave me a bit of a shove, forcing me to take in more of the scenery. "Welcome to the lobby where all prisoners hang out. In terms of safety, this place is a ten out of ten."

"Hey, Kirk! Who's the newbie? Looks like a fruitcake from up here."

"You aren't wrong. To be honest with you, I'd say this one would give Charley a run for his money. We may have a new queen on our hands."

You know, unlike most dreams that I have, I do like this one. Most of the time, my dreams consisted of my parents spouting nonsense about me being a failure to the rest of my family. But in this dream, these boys have gone as far as to call me their queen! This was amazing thus far!

The thin boy, or as they called him Kirk, continued walking forward casually, saying some form of greeting to everyone he passed by. Other "prisoners" took their time analyzing me, some even touching my arms as if I were some exotic creature. I've been in here for about fifteen minutes now, and something seemed way off about this place. This lobby alone was huge, yet there wasn't one single girl in this place. Only boys, gay boys only, it seems. My dreams usually have my best friend in here so we can have wacky adventures.

"Hey! Fruitcake, you need to watch better where you're going. Bump into the wrong person, and you'll give them the wrong idea. Or is it the right idea? I guess only time will tell." Kirk said, taking hold of my wrist and pulling me along. "I figured out why you haven't been freaking out. It's quite obvious you still think this is some fabulous dream for your fruity mind. Well, I will once again remind you this is not a dream."

Who does this Kirk person think he is? Does he really think I am dumb enough to not know that I am in control of my own dreams? Even so, a few things need to be added up about this dream. First, the people in my dreams are typically only self-aware if I allow them to be. Furthermore, I know I have never encountered a person named Kirk. Wait, I'm in control of this dream, so all I have to do to prove this to myself is to use Kirk - Who seems to have forgotten his place - as an example.

"Kirk!" I yelled his name loudly, making sure that everyone could hear me. He, along with all the others, turned to face me. Kirk still had that same bored expression while looking at me. "You seem to have forgotten that I'm the one who's in control. I don't know how you ended up in my mind, but you have overstayed your welcome." I raised my right hand, pointing my index finger directly at him. "YOU WILL NOW BE GONE FROM PRESENCE!"

The only reaction I received from Kirk was a raised eyebrow. "Better look out, boys; fruitcake here possesses superpowers that will make me disappear from this hellhole. I've been here long enough not to give a shit, so come and take your best shot."

I was already thinking about him disappearing from thin air! Yet he was still there in the same spot with that stupid expression of boredom on his face! Snickers echoed from within the crowd as Kirk and I had a stare-off. "I'm in control here, and I order you to leave my sight right now!"

Kirk remained standing there looking side to side casually. "So, you can make people disappear, correct? That's insane! Do you want to know what I can do? I can talk to rocks, and Rodney up there can shapeshift into a platypus." A few more snickers and a few laughs burst out from the crowd, making me feel humiliated by some imaginary boy I somehow dreamt up. "How many times must I tell you that what you are experiencing is very much your reality?"

"No! This can't be!" I screamed out. "As much as I would like love for a place full of nothing but gorgeous boys to be very much real, I know that such a place cannot exist!"

Kirk smirked, "In front of all these gorgeous boys? I'm flattered! But in all seriousness, this place is real, kiddo." No way this can be real! There was no way that I would believe that any of this was real. Not even for a second. I refuse to be trapped here. There are too many people I care about in my homeworld! "Interesting, the realization must be setting in now. It was only a mere matter of time before it seeped through."

Now I was in full panic; I pushed through the crowd and ran to the doors Kirk, and I entered. "What the hell?!" I heard Kirk yell. I turned for a second only to see him sprinting unnaturally fast toward me, sending shivers down my spine. "Don't go there! Stop!" He yelled at me again. All I needed to do was reach those red doors, and I'd be free of this place!

I finally saw those same red doors Kirk and I had come out of earlier. Pushing past the last wall of people, I was only a few feet away from the door. Kirk's footsteps were not too far behind me either. Luckily, those first few months of the track helped me outrun him. Even though those lousy coaches hated me because I was the slowest runner on the team, forcing open the door, I was introduced to a hot red space with no floor to be seen. Unable to stop in time, I nearly fell into the abyss. I managed to shift my body just in time to grab the edge of the floor. I held on for dear life below me, and there was nothing for me even to hit if I decided to let go.

"HELP!"

Kirk quickly grabbed my forearm, his arm tightly, making sure not to let go. I used my right hand to hold the back of his neck. With little to no effort, he yanked me back into the lobby, slamming the door behind us. I fell onto my hands and knees, breathing erratically from my near-death experience. "Listen to me, fruitcake; I'm not a big fan of having to raise my voice, let alone saving someone's life. Please do me a favor and don't ever do that again. Now, let's go to your cell. The new count is going to begin in thirteen minutes."

I raised my head to look up at Kirk, striding past me. "Thank you," I said to him while regaining my posture, and I followed him shortly after. Everyone was staring at me as before; however, they did not have only blank faces. A few even smiled as if they were getting off from nearly watching me meet my demise.

"You do realize those other prisoners back there were checking you out. Most noticeably, your ass? It's important to make a good impression around here so you can find your right group." Kirk raised his right hand, sticking up an index finger. " For example, you are a fruitcake! Fruitcakes are considered the women of this prison. They cook, clean, stay maintained, stay up to standards, and most importantly, keep their boyfriends satisfied. Do you want to know how why you classify it as a fruit cake? Well, with that blonde hair, green eyes, girly dainty hands, and your feminine voice. You have all the qualities necessary to classify as a fruitcake!"

What kind of sick twisted joke was this? How was any of this possible? Kirk was calm about this place, and so was everyone else. One second I was in the arms of my friend, who was comforting me after I was thrown out like trash by my homophobic parents, who were unhappy with my announcement that I was gay. Then I end up in a magical unknown prison full of hot guys? What could I have possibly done to cause this to happen to me?

"Masc is next. If you were smarter than you look, you would probably have figured out that those are the first four letters of the word masculine. These groups of boys are usually responsible for supplying the food for the fruitcakes to make and handling all the heavy lifting. Fruitcake hands are not made for laborious tasks. For example, I am a proud masc." You could have fooled me. I thought you were a fruitcake this entire time. You need a high-pitched voice, and you would be in the same boat as me, especially with an ass like that. "These are just two of the main groups, but there are also many subcategories. Everyone has a unique place in this prison, whether a hairstylist or a simple construction worker. You will have something suitable for your talents!"

"Hey, Kirk. Not to be a jerk or anything, but how did I get here?" I asked, "And how do I get out?"

He stopped to turn around and face me with his expression of boredom that I have come to know very well. Does he not know he can change his facial expressions, or is he just bored with his life? At any rate, those shoulders need to let loose every once in a while. "Do you know how long it's been since I have given the letdown of this place? And here you are, just coming in and shutting me down immediately. Besides, not even I could tell you how to get out of this place. Most who try have since perished. Shit, you would have been number forty-five if it weren't for me saving your ass back there."

Kirk does have a point. If it wasn't for that bold move, he performed back there. I would have been dead or theoretically be falling forever if that space had no bottom. Also, no thanks to all the other guys who just stood there watching as I carelessly raced past them.

When I arrived here earlier, Kirk described this place as a prison. Sure, everyone here I've seen so far was wearing a jumpsuit of some color. But These so-called prisoners have had so much unlimited freedom—more freedom than any other prisoner. Let's also note that these guys are not being supervised at all. No correctional officer or security camera was anywhere to be seen. Something was off about this prison.

"If this is a prison, why are no guards or security cameras? I bet this place doesn't even have a warden."

"Guards or camera? What the hell is a camera? Either way, neither of those things is needed. Warden? Yea, we got one of those. Let's say you better hope you never have to see him. He's the only one who keeps this place in check. Get on his good side. He'll leave you be. Oh, he may even give you a special rank. It's sporadic unless, of course, you earn that for yourself. Charley is the queen; he has a say in everything, and like most queens, when his majesty doesn't get his way, he will hate you. Then there is his husband, also known as King Alexander. Those two together are overkill for us. Do everyone a great favor and avoid pissing them off, will you?"

We then came to a big red door that had no handle. Kirk pushed the door open, turning to look at me. "Once you get settled in, come by the bar. I'll give you more of a rundown about the groups. Thanks to your reckless behavior, I couldn't tell you how much time you have before the count starts. It is coming up, so make sure you are alert! Bye!" He spun on his heel and walked away from my supposed cell room.

I took some time to observe my new room. The door alone looked at least fifteen feet tall, and Kirk pushed it open with relative ease. Like the door was massive, so was my so-called 'prison cell.' Walking in slowly, I could see that this cell room alone was probably big enough to fit my entire freaking house. This wasn't an exaggeration. This room was huge!

The first thing seen was an oversized orange sectional couch. Under it, an orange carpet takes up the right amount of space over the wooden floors. Wait, since when did cells have wooden floors?

"Guys! We got a newbie in the room!" My head turned toward where I heard the voice coming from. I saw a glimpse of a boy peeking his head out at me. "Oh! At long last! The fourth fruitcake we finally needed. He's adorable! What's you—" he stopped himself from talking and then left my sight. "Kirky is also here!"

I turned behind me, seeing to see that Kirk was holding a red jumpsuit in his hands. "I brought your outfit. Laundry day is every Wednesday morn—" Kirk stopped himself from talking. I was confused as to why until I noticed that his nose was beginning to drop drip blood all over the new fresh jumpsuit he was providing me with.

"Kirky..." I looked behind me once more, clearly seeing the apparent boy looking at me earlier. He was actually in only boxers leaning seductively against a wall. "It's been a while since you stopped by Kirky. When are we going to hook up, huh? You like this fruitcake. Don't deny it, my sweet Kirky; there's a reason you've been single all this time. I'm all yours, Kirky, when you stop playing hard to get.

"So yeah, uh... 736564, here's your jumpsuit... sorry for the mess. Dakota put some damn clothes on; you have a new roommate. Act like you have some class fruitcake." He pinched his nose, trying desperately to stop his bloody nose.

I don't know what this was, but it wasn't a dream. It looked like this was my new home until I served my sentence. Moreover, a penalty of which I am still determining how it will last! What did I do to deserve this?