The Boys - Chapter 176: You're a Genius (Patreon)

Quick note about The Boys: Hydro Form:

The original raw was dropped only a few chapters ahead of where we are now, so at this point I don’t really see much reason to keep pushing forward, especially since there also doesn’t seem to be much readership or engagement around the story.

For now, the plan is to drop the fanfic. I’ll still post the remaining chapters I’ve already worked on through the 19th.

I’ll also leave this same note on the next few chapters so that anyone who is still reading has a fair chance to see it.

If you’re following the story and still want to see the remaining available raw chapters, please leave a comment and let me know. If there’s enough interest, I can reconsider and finish what’s left.

Otherwise, I’ll just post the chapters I already have ready and stop there.

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Tek Knight walked over to the refrigerated cabinet in the corner, bent down, and pulled open the bottom door. A cloud of cold white air spilled out.

There was something inside.

A cake.

It was enormous and round, nearly three feet across, covered in a thick layer of dark chocolate frosting and resting on a silver tray.

The moment Hughie saw it, he had a bad feeling. Given the atmosphere and the situation, that cake probably wasn't meant for eating.

"What is that...?"

"Handmade Belgian chocolate. Custom order. The ingredients alone cost four grand."

Tek Knight lifted the cake out with its tray and carefully set it in the center of the steel-framed table, handling it with almost reverent care.

Then he turned to Hughie.

Something in his eyes had changed. There was an almost religious, deeply unhealthy fervor in them.

"Webweaver, take off your pants."

Hughie's brain immediately stopped working.

What kind of fucked-up shit was about to happen?

"...What? That's kind of vague."

"Your pants. Take them off. Then sit on the cake."

Tek Knight nodded toward it.

Hughie instinctively glanced at Ashley.

She was leaning against the wall with a blank expression and unfocused eyes, looking about as alive as a wooden post nailed in place.

She had clearly seen this kind of shit before.

Then again, Ashley had her own kinky side. She looked normal enough on the surface, but everybody knew she got into some seriously wild shit behind closed doors.

Hughie's heart was pounding so hard it felt ready to explode. Sweat soaked the inside of his mask as his mind raced.

Right now, he was Webweaver, a C-list Supe under contract with Arke.

The basement blocked all signals.

His team couldn't hear a damn thing.

If he refused, what if Tek Knight got suspicious?

But if he went along with this, could his already fragile mental health survive whatever the hell came next?

By the time this mission was over, Hughie wasn't sure he'd still be psychologically intact.

"I... Mr. Tek Knight, this is..."

"What are you so nervous about? Every new friend goes through this."

Tek Knight rested a hand on his shoulder. His tone was gentle, but his eyes were burning hotter by the second.

"It's just an initiation. It'll be quick."

"And it'll feel good for both of us, right?"

Hughie had nowhere to go.

"...Fine."

His fingers trembled as he undid his belt.

His pants slid down and pooled around his ankles.

Cold air rushed up between his thighs, raising goosebumps all over his body.

"Underwear too."

Hughie clenched his jaw, shut his eyes, and pulled down the last layer.

Standing there, he felt like a fish laid out on a cutting board.

Tek Knight nodded in satisfaction and turned toward the row of chains mounted along the wall.

He slipped his neck into a wide leather collar.

The chain attached to it ran up to a hook in the ceiling. He adjusted the fit until it pressed firmly against his throat without completely cutting off his air.

"Now sit on it. Push down hard."

His breathing grew heavier.

His face started turning red.

Hughie walked over and climbed onto the steel table.

The dark chocolate frosting gleamed under the lights.

Then he sat down.

Cold, sticky frosting squished beneath him and spread outward in every direction.

It felt exactly like sitting in a pile of freezing mud.

There really wasn't any better way to describe how fucking weird it felt.

"Harder... really push your ass down into it..."

Tek Knight leaned back against the chain, eyes half closed. His throat made strained, rasping noises as the collar tightened, his face shifting from red toward purple.

And somehow, he looked blissful.

He was enjoying being choked.

"Now fart. I want to hear it."

"Give me more!"

Hughie felt like his soul had already left his body.

Actually, fuck it.

At this point, he was pretty sure he was already brain-dead.

If Butcher were still alive to see this, he'd laugh until he couldn't breathe, then spend the rest of Hughie's life making fun of him for it.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Do it!"

The chain pulled even tighter.

Tek Knight's voice had gone hoarse and desperate.

Hughie silently cursed Sage, MM, and Frenchie one by one.

Then he took a deep breath and pushed.

Pfft.

The sound was painfully clear in the silent basement.

Tek Knight threw his head back and let out a long, satisfied groan.

His limbs trembled as he hung against the chain, his expression so ecstatic it made Hughie want to puke.

"Perfect... fucking perfect..."

Hughie sat there on the half-collapsed cake, chocolate frosting smeared across his ass and spreading down his thighs.

Cold.

Sticky.

Humiliating.

Ashley hadn't moved the entire time.

Her eyes remained fixed on the crack between two floor tiles.

"Keep going... do it again..."

Tek Knight caught his breath after hovering at the edge of suffocation.

Then he opened his eyes and stared at Hughie.

His pupils were blown wide, naked greed written all over his face.

Hughie nearly snapped.

He wanted to jump off the table and choke this sick bastard to death.

But he couldn't.

The signal was gone.

His team had no idea what was happening.

And Webweaver couldn't beat Tek Knight.

This was so fucking depraved that even another pervert would look at it and call it depraved.

Hughie could only endure it.

Chocolate frosting squeezed out around him and dripped onto the table.

Then came another sound.

Pfft.

Tek Knight's entire body suddenly went rigid.

The chain creaked under the strain. His eyes rolled back, drool running down his chin, and the noises coming out of him barely sounded human anymore.

"Genius... you're a fucking genius..."

"Fuck, that feels incredible. Nobody's ever made me feel this good before. Webweaver, you're fucking amazing."