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Dylan hardly leaves his bed anymore. How long has he been at the Federal Bureau of Control? He has stopped keeping track a long time ago. There's no point in it.
The only markers he has in time are his monthly health examinations where they drag Dylan out of his cell and into a small room to see how he is doing physically. But even those appointments blend together. While reviewing his file three or five visits ago Dylan was told he turned 24 that month. Not that his age matters to Dylan anymore. Time just slips by at a fractured but still slow pace.
Dylan turns in his bed, ignoring the breakfast that was left for him an hour ago. The bed has a low frame and uncomfortable mattress with a thin white blanket and pillow all decorated with a single FBC logo in the center. By now Dylan got used to the uncomfortable mattress. And at least laying in bed gives him the smallest sense of comfort and privacy when he's there.
The days seemed to have been blending together for years. Eventually the daily horrors turned into one numbing, repetitive sequence. Dylan assumes today will be the same.
The sound of squeaky wheels being pushed closer and closer to his cell fills the room. Dylan doesn't bother to look up at who or what was approaching him. Maybe if he doesn't acknowledge it then they would just leave him be.
"Huomenta!" A voice calls. Dylan wraps himself in his blanket tighter. Refusing to look up. "Up, up. Lots of work to do today." The man calls out again. The moving wheels halt and there's a brief moment of silence. Then the rummaging sound of keys and finally the sound of the man's ID card being scanned and the door to Dylan's cell opening.
Heavy footsteps follow and stop in front of Dylan's bed. Dylan glances up at the visitor. Instead of a scientist or security he sees an older man dressed in a janitor's blue uniform pushing around a mop and bucket. Dylan has never seen anyone other than scientists and personnel with high enough clearance allowed in this room before. If someone did come to clean up around and inside Dylan's cell it was usually once a week (if he was lucky) and one of the assistants to the important research teams.
Dylan just stares at the man. He doesn't know how to react when someone new visits anymore. He hasn't felt afraid in years. That's been replaced with an emptiness. But this time he feels something. Something different that he can't quite place. Regardless, Dylan remains cautious.
He stands up and looks at the man curiously.
"No time to waste." - the man turns around and gestures for Dylan to follow. Dylan could resist but ultimately decides to cautiously follow. He takes a step forward and exits his cell. Ahti pauses in front of his bucket and grabs the handle of the mop to push it along.
"Follow me. There's a lot to do today and I need the extra hands." The man turns towards the exit and pushes the bucket besides him. Dylan follows, dragging himself a bit behind.
Whatever the FBC has in mind for Dylan can't be good. Dylan has tried to block out the memories of previous occasions the FBC has let him out of his cell. This is different then the past though. No scientists or extra security to escort Dylan. The man seems warmer than the other employees but still sending one old man to release Dylan must be some fucked up test.
"I am Ahti. No need to keep calling me old man."
Dylan tightens his jaw. Did he say that out loud? Something is not right and it is not just because this older man - Ahti - may be inside his head. The FBC is up to something but Dylan can't figure out what. Maybe he shouldn't even try to question or decipher this test.
He will just do as he is told until somethings falls apart.
Strangely, the rest of the day goes exactly how Ahti described it. Dylan stays out of his cell doing general maintenence with the janitor around the building. He does most of the heavy lifting and tasks that are probably more difficult for Ahti to do on his own.
Ahti filled the time they spent together with conversation. When Dylan remained quiet the janitor quickly switched to retelling stories instead. Dylan's attention was split however. Still thinking about when this will stop and a group of scientists will take him off to a separate room for further tests and torture.
But the strangest part of this day was how little attention Dylan brought as they roamed the halls. Maybe it was all part of the test? Him and Ahti strolled down the halls of the FBC with no chaos or uproar to seeing Dylan out of his cell. Whenever they would pass employees in the halls no one even looked twice. Ahti didn’t seem to think it was odd, he walked down the hall with him so casually as if Dylan wasn't an escaped lab rat. Dylan tried not to stare at the non-reactive employees they passed but he couldn't help it. Afraid that any minute now someone will look at him the wrong way. If Dylan stared at them long enough maybe he could notice the cracks in the facade. Anything to tell him this moment is not real or to be trusted.
Before Dylan knew it it was the end of the work day and Ahti led him back to his cell. Like an animal, Dylan went back inside his enclosure. There is no point in resisting. Even if they didn't notice him all day, Dylan is certain they will soon.
"I'll return in the morning. Get your rest for tomorrow, you're making a great assistant."
Again? Dylan is going to be let out again? He can't wrap his mind around it. He instead turns around so he is no longer facing Ahti and walks towards the bed as Ahti closes his cell. Nothing else he can do abou today or tomorrow or the day after that so instead he'll just go to sleep.
Dylan can sense Ahti's presence still behind him. He's quiet, watching Dylan move. Maybe he wants to tell Dylan something. Dylan keeps ignoring Ahti's presence until he hears the sound of footsteps moving away from his cell and the squeaky wheels of bucket following.
When he leaves Dylan let's out a sigh of relief. He wasn't even aware he was holding his breath. The lights dim once Ahti leaves the room and Dylan changes out of his tracksuit into a similar set for sleeping.
He lies in bed. Instead of wasting any more time thinking about Ahti or the FBC Dylan closes his eyes. There is no point in wondering why they are doing something. No matter how much harm the FBC causes Dylan he can't stop it and doesn't care anymore with enduring it all.
He quickly drifts off to sleep, exhausted from all the manual labor.
The next day goes the same. Ahti comes, leads him around different halls and offices cleaning, and he's returned back to his cell at the end of the work day. The same thing happens the following day and the day after that and so on until Ahti and Dylan settle into a routine. Dylan still hasn't said much to the janitor. There was the occasional question about how he should help Ahti or small comments here and there on what they were doing but that's it. Ahti on the other hand continued to share stories as they worked. Dylan found himself paying more attention as the cycle continued. Although his suspicions regarding the point of it all still remained at the back of his mind, Dylan gradually became accustomed to this new routine with Ahti.
The janitor treated him different than the rest. Dylan started to gain the smallest amount of structure to his days. And still no one seemed to notice his absence from the cell. This fact still bothers Dylan although he tries his best to ignore it.
Dylan doesn't know what it feels like to be safe or to trust someone without being hurt. Or at least he can't really remember the time before FBC. He is unable to give Ahti a sliver of trust no matter how many times he leaves his cell with him to have another of the unproblematic days.
But as the days became weeks and weeks become months Dylan finds himself giving the smallest bit of himself to embracing the tiny piece of normalcy Ahti has brought to his life. Dylan hates himself for this. Even more so when he notices he starts to think the janitor's presence is not as bad as anyone else he met at the FBC.
That all makes his situation worse. The one's who try to be nice to Dylan always burn him the most. Although Ahti doesn't seem like the others Dylan has met, he still can't allow him to get under Dylan's skin.
Dylan tries to distance himself from Ahti. But the janitor continues his kindness. Some mornings he brings Dylan pastries and coffee for all of his "hard work." Saying something about how a young man like Dylan should keep his energy up. And when Ahti and Dylan are having a particularly heavy day of work, Ahti would lead them to the janitor's office to hide out for a long break.
Dylan was certain the first time they went to the janitor's office that this would be the end of the line for him. This "break" they were taking would actually be Dylan meeting with a group of scientists to run tests and further observe him after all of this meaningless work and eventually his field trips with Ahti would end.
But so far that hasn't happened yet.
Dylan starts feeling strange as they spent more time together. After each long day of work he finds himself feeling restless in bed. His mind now racing thinking about what will happen the next day.
He finds himself possessed by some strange, twisted excitement for the next day when he is trying to sleep at night. This makes Dylan anxious. He can't stand the way Ahti is making him feel. Especially since their time together will come crashing down soon. Dylan is sure of that. He pushes those feelings to the back of his head and refuses to accept whatever mixed, conflicting feelings he has for spending time with Ahti. Dylan moves to his side and spoons his pillow for comfort before drifting off to sleep.
The nights that follow are marked by a similar dilemma. Dylan begins to resent the man in a way. He is still a prisoner, Ahti does not change that. In fact, he makes it worse for stirring up these thoughts in Dylan's head.
Dylan attempts to act colder to the man. Hoping he wouldn't return the next day to escort him to another day of work. Dylan purposely messes up whatever jobs they are doing together. Ranging from breaking their equipment to near miss accidents. He doesn't care what punishment the FBC will conjure afterwards, he just wants whatever illusion Ahti is casting to burst and let Dylan go back to rotting away.
But that never happens. Ahti continues to brush off whatever mistakes or accidents Dylan causes and warmly welcomes him back the next day. Dylan eventually gives up on this tactic. He returns to his cell, defeated, and changes out of his day clothes and into his issued sleep outfit.
He lies down and drapes a thin blanket over himself. Instead of laying restless in bed like usual, Dylan quickly falls asleep. Too tired to stay awake a minute longer. When he wakes, the lights are dimly lit indicating it's still evening.
Dylan remains in bed. Staring up at the ceiling and allowing his thoughts to clear. He eventually grows restless in his bed, for whatever reason unable to fall back to sleep. He tosses and turns, something from the day he had gnaws at him. He can't stop thinking about Ahti and seeing him again tomorrow. He grows anxious and wraps his arms around his pillow like usual for comfort. He presses it against himself but instead of it bringing it's usual sense of warmth and comfort his whole body grows tense as the material rubs up against his crotch. It doesn't necessarily feel bad just different... Curious, Dylan shifts his hips ever so slightly against the pillow again. He shivers from the sensation and tightens the muscles in his legs around the pillow.
He doesn't know why it feels so good just that he doesn't want to stop moving. As he continues to rub himself against the soft edges of the pillow, he can feel his cock stiffen. The process gives Dylan a sense of relief from his worries. Distracting him from everything that goes on in his daily life. No more thinking about the FBC or Ahti. For a small, fleeting moment he can feel at ease. Focusing all of his energy into this moment and the odd sensation pulsing between his legs.
Eventually he tires himself out. He holds the pillow tight and closes his eyes. His dick throbs, aching for more. Dylan ignores it but the feeling spreads through him. His cock is so sensitive that just pushing the pillow against himself and not moving makes him shiver. Dylan figures there's no satisfying this sensation and doesn't feel like spending any longer doing whatever it is that makes him suddenly feel so good. He's just happy it made him so tired. He closes his eyes and quickly falls back to sleep.
After that night Dylan has a new routine.
Wake up, meet Ahti, go back to his cell, rub himself against his pillow until he falls asleep, repeat. Dylan needs a way to relieve his stress and tension after a long day and this seems to work at night. He finds it more and more necessary as he spends longer days with Ahti.
He thinks about the older man sometimes as he rubs himself against the pillow. Dylan hates when this happens. This is supposed to be his sacred time in the evening and he can't stand the sudden thoughts and images seeping into his mind when he is trying to not think about anything except himself.
This eventually fuels Dylan, his movements becoming more quick and rough as he rubs himself against the soft material. These nights tire him out faster and leave his dick even more achy when he stops.
The following morning Dylan prepares for his day of work with Ahti like usual. But today Ahti doesn't arrive. Or maybe he's late? Dylan has learned by now that this is out of the ordinary for Ahti.
But still Dylan was expecting this to happen eventually. He wanted it to. But still for some strange reason Dylan can't help but to feel upset. He can't place why or identify exactly what feelings he's experiencing other then he doesn't want to feel like this.
He paces around his cell for a bit longer before circling back to bed. He lies down and hugs his pillow tight. He quickly falls asleep. There's no point in waiting around for Ahti or feeling upset any longer.
When he wakes there's still no Ahti. And Dylan's still frustrated. Dylan tightens his grip around the pillow and buries his face against the material. He needs to make this all go away. He closes his eyes and slowly pushes his hips forward against the pillow.
His movements quickly grow faster and faster, trying to get the thoughts out of his head and focus on replacing his frustration with pleasure. He huffs and digs his fingers tighter into the material. It never felt like this before. Dylan can't think straight. He continues to rut his hips against the pillow and dips his head down as moans escape his lips.
As he continues moving, his dick grows more sensitive. He can hardly keep going but keeps pushing himself. It feels too good.
Dylan suddenly hears the sound of a soft laugh.
"Why are you doing it like that, boy?" Ahti asks. Dylan was so distracted he didn't hear Ahti enter. He stays behind the glass of Dylan's cell, separating them from each other.
Dylan doesn't stop his movements. Something about Ahti watching him makes his dick ache more. He doesn't know why Ahti waited so long to show up. He's too distracted to be upset with him any longer.
"Hm?" Ahti tries to get an answer out of Dylan.
"What?" Dylan huffs, the pillow still pressed snug against his crotch.
"I can teach you another way." Ahti steps closer to the glass. Dylan watches him curiously. "Do what I do."
Dylan slows his movement as he observes Ahti. The older man begins to undo his pants. Dylan lets go of the pillow and looks down at his own clothes. He easily pushes his pants and underwear down and sits on the edge of the bed.
This isn't the first time he has been naked around someone else. He was during his surgeries and more frequently during general health examinations he is required to but this time is different. Whenever he was naked in the past he felt vacant. Just another part of life at the FBC. He is looked at and inspected as if he's some animal the FBC does experiments on. But right now he feels present and likes that it's Ahti seeing him like this.
He looks back to Ahti who is now exposing himself to the younger man. Dylan has never seen another naked person before in real life. Only in the pictures while learning about basic biology. Similar to Dylan, Ahti does not have a cis man's genitalia.
The only time the FBC gave Dylan something he needed was medically assisting with his transition. He was given the correct hormones almost immediately after the realization that he is transgender. They listened to Dylan, gave him what he needed, and the choice of what surgeries he wanted. When it came to bottom surgery Dylan opted to remove the organs that were of no use to him and close his hole. Leaving him with the growth he acquired from hormones alone.
Ahti appears to look the same or at least quite similar.
Ahti wraps his fingers around his cock and slowly strokes himself until he stiffens. Dylan's dick is already hard from rubbing against the pillow but he does the same movement as Ahti. Moving his index finger from the base of his length to his tip until Ahti moves his thumb to the tip of his cock. Slowly rubbing himself in small circles. Dylan does the same. He shivers from the sensation.
"Good, good." Ahti praises. Hearing his voice makes Dylan's cock twitch. It's never felt like this when Dylan was grinding against the pillow. Dylan grows more and more sensitive as he watches Ahti, waiting for what to do next.
Ahti tilts his head ever so slightly back as he touches himself but his eyes still stay fixed on Dylan. Ahti eventually moves his thumb along with his pointer finger and wraps them around his cock and gently pulls, squeezing his flesh ever so slightly at the same time.
When Dylan does the same, a moan escapes from his lips. The sensation is overwhelming, Dylan shivers and quickly moves his hand away. Before bringing it back to his length. Needing to feel that sensation again.
"Keep going." Ahti encourages.
Dylan does as he's told and gradually quickens his pace. Something about Ahti being in the same room as him makes it feel even better. He wonders what it would feel like if it was Ahti's hand touching his cock instead of his own.
The thought excites Dylan, causing his dick to crave more contact. He keeps his pace around it. The more he touches himself, the better it feels. Dylan groans softly as his mind grows fuzzy becoming lost in pleasure.
He watches Ahti through half lidded eyes. Ahti says something but Dylan can't quite make it out. Instead he listens to the warm tone of his voice. There's a tightness inside Dylan. His muscles stiffen and his hand moves faster and suddenly there's release. Dylan groans fills the room as his entire body is overtaken by pleasure.
He leans back in his bed. He sleepily watches Ahti still. He can hear his breathing pick up as he reaches that similar peak Dylan has hit. He huffs and mumbles something under his breath. There's a brief stillness amongst the room before Dylan can hear Ahti shift as he adjusts his clothes. Exhausted, Dylan slowly does the same.
"Rest. I will be back soon so you can help finish today's work but I expect your best tomorrow." Ahti explains. Dylan nods and slowly gets back dressed as Ahti walks out of the room.
Dylan's too tired to think about anything right now. He curls up in bed and falls asleep.