#goldenprank

Rubber chicken supremacy

039 in the kitchen, shirtless, back muscles flexing as he stands at the stove. The pan’s on high flame, but he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Looks over his shoulder straight at the camera, that dangerously playful smirk on his lips, voice low and filthy: While 039 is busy cooking the chicken... who’s gonna come cook this cock instead?

Happy April Fools, babies. Come taste dinner... or let me taste you

The Case of Locker 71

The preparation

It started completely inconspicuous.

Tamerlan stood alone in the locker room early in the morning. The hall was still empty, only the faint hum of the neon lights filled the air. In his hand, he held the first tennis ball. A quick glance left, then right—no one around.

Then he opened locker 71.

A slow grin spread across his face.

Ball after ball went in. He stuffed, stacked, pressed them down. More and more. Tighter and tighter. Within minutes, it was clear: this wouldn’t be an ordinary prank.

He worked precisely. No gaps left. Every ball packed in place like a puzzle. Every now and then, he stepped back, checked the result—and continued.

When the locker was finally filled to the brim, he paused.

Perfect.

He carefully closed the door. Not a single ball was allowed to escape too early. One last look. A satisfied nod.

The Moment

Some time later

Hayyan entered the locker room.

Training gear on, calm expression, completely unaware. He walked straight to his locker—71.

A quick grip. The door opened.

And then—

Explosion.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of tennis balls burst toward him. A yellow-green wave poured out of the locker, bouncing off his chest, scattering across the room, rolling over the floor.

Hayyan’s eyes widened. For a moment, pure confusion.

Then… silence.

Only the soft rolling of the last balls.

He looked down. Then forward. Then slowly to the side.

There stood Tamerlan.

Arms crossed. That unmistakable, barely contained grin.

A few seconds passed.

Then Hayyan shook his head— and started laughing.

“April Fools…”

Tamerlan just nodded.

Mission accomplished.

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Hey guys, I have to tell you what happened to me today.

Who am I? I'm Tamerlan, Maximus' slave. Maximus turned me into a real dump Himbo. It's just great to have only one goal: more and more muscle, hanging out at the gym all day and training.

Yeah, becoming a real trophy boy, that's awesome.

My MASTAA trains me well.

And me? Well, I make sure he gets his protein shake in the morning.

After the alarm rang at 7:00 a.m., I got up, quickly got ready, and went to the kitchen.

What's this? There's a light on?

I went in and was greeted by Maximus.

"Hi Tammy, I thought I'd do something nice for you today. I've already mixed you a protein shake."

I don't know how surprised I was. Maximus, who usually doesn't get up until 8:00 AM, was already wide awake.

But what was that?! Confetti exploded out of the shaker and into my face.

A loud laugh came from the side: "April Fools! April Fools!" my MASTAA shouted back.

After a while, I had to laugh at the joke too, before we headed to the gym.

But next year I'll get my revenge!