As Braiden rounds the corner out of the locker room and accidentally walks into a middle aged man who is staring intently at his phone with concern furrowed on his face.
You recognize it as your Uncle Jack who has in an attempt to blend in, swapped out his blue wizard robe with the kind of robe boxers wears when entering the ring. All Braiden sees however is an eccentric stranger, not quite as old as he would prefer but definitely filling out with the padding that could one day lead to a perfect silver daddy bear.
“Oh my apologies,” Jack says glancing up at Braiden without a hint of familiarity in his eyes.
You try to cry out for help but are unsuccessful as the The older gentleman side steps around the hulking mountain of muscle, focusing back down to what you now notice isn’t a typical phone but instead a strange mechanical device, with multiple silver compass-like arrows and clockwork cogs whirling and spinning in all directions.
“Damn piece of junk,” Jack mumbles to himself whacking the back of the contraption a few times.
Braiden walks to the side of the room and picks up some dumbbells. He begins doing bicep curls, watching through the mirror as the strange man continued wandering around the room, waving his device in all directions and staring at the dials with furrowed eyes.
Jack’s meandering search eventually has him next to the drinking fountain where Randolph is refilling his water bottle. Their eyes meet and a brief spark of recognition passes between them. Jack immediately tries to turn and slip away unnoticed but Randolph calls out,
“Jack you old horn dog!”
Jack sighs and turns around “Hello Randolph...”
“I haven’t seen you in years!” Randolph wraps an arm around Jack’s back, but a fair bit lower than one might do for a platonic friend “When was the last time we saw each other?”
“Well probably when you invited me to that sex party with the implication there would be a variety of men attending,” Jack responds stepping away “and after pleasuring you and all your nasty pals I asked someone to return the favor and only then did I find out none of the men there were interested in taking a penis of any kind.”
“Come now don’t tell me you still hold a grudge?” Randolph casually takes a sip of his water “That was just a little miscommunication.”
“Miscommunication was it?” Jack huffs turning his attention back to his device and walking towards the locker room. “When you told all of them you were bringing the cock hungry cum hole? I saw the group chat afterwards.”
“Where’s the lie? You took all of those cocks like a champ. It was like some kind of sorcery.” Randolph replies, eyes lost in reminiscence. He follows Jack through the doorway and his voice gets further away from you, “And I can’t help it if you were too much of a pushover to ask for a blowjob *before* sucking off a dozen old men.”
Braiden’s curiosity about his master’s old flame and your desperation for help has the Braiden putting down the weights and following them.
“I’m not a pushover!” You hear Jack growl a bit too loudly from the other room before softening again, “I was...just being polite.”
“Sure, just being polite, didn’t enjoy it at all.” Randolph chuckles “That’s why you were rock hard the whole time.”
“You were the one who told me I should save my load for a month before the party!” Jack grumbles. You round the corner and notice he had stopped whatever he was doing with the device, “And when I tried to masturbate there, you said I was getting too cocky for a cum dump and tried to lock me in a chastity cage saying I was too good at taking dick to be anything besides a little bitch bottom.”
“A lot of cock sluts love that sort of thing,” Randolph shrugs “how was I supposed to know you’d be so vanilla. Though how you managed to wriggle out of that thing without the key I’ll never know.”
“And afterwards,” Jack continues, “I found out you were charging all of them money and favors for *my* blowjobs.”
“What you’ve never heard of a finders fee?”
Jack rolls his eyes. “I see your personality hasn’t changed a bit”
“It’s changed about as much as your fashion sense,” Randolph reaches down and flips open Jack’s robe, “Still like to go bare under there eh?”
Jack’s face turns red as he pulls his robe back together. “I’m not in the mood right Randolph.”
“Ok ok, so I take it you haven’t come back to see me.” Randolph gives his bulge a quick adjustment “And clearly you’re not here to work out. So why are you here?”
“If you must know something was taken from my shop and I’m trying to track it down.” Jack goes back to observing his device.
“Oh does it have one of them newfangled skytag doo-hicky’s I’ve heard about? Where you put the button on your stuff and then use your phones to find it?”
“Uhh something like that, there’s just too much magi-uh electrical interference around for me to get a proper lock on it.”
As he says that you are distinctly aware the only part of the camo suit you have not yet removed is the chastity cage, and it is still spitting out energy all over the room trying to form connections and manipulate reality. As your uncle had once also attended this gym he is not excluded from the suit’s circle of influence, thereby messing with his memory. The device seems to be leading him along the path you took through the gym.
“What did they take?” asked Randolph, peering over his shoulder at the device as Jack’s search leads him into the sauna.
“I’m not even entirely sure, I just get a feeling something is missing from my shop and my... tracker lead me here. But for some reason I can’t remember what it was.”
“Ah yes memory loss can happen as you start to get older.”
“I’m not that old!” Jack states indignantly “And I’m still as sharp as ever.”
“No need to get your robes in a twist Jack. You seem really wound up today.” Randolph then catches Braiden eaves dropping through the door window and he gets a mischievous smile “I know what you need, how about a quick break. And were in the perfect place for it too. Remember all the good times we had in this sauna?”
Jack looks up from his device and only just notices where he is. “Oh hell no, if you think I’m going anywhere near your wrinkly old pecker again you got another thing coming.”
“Not quite, I’ve got another thing in mind” Randolph beckons his Bull in.