My World

George, 50, and his son, Matt, 23, had just moved to a new town for George's work. He had just gotten a new job a year prior and quickly raised up the ranks and they wanted him to move away to their new branch, which he was happy to oblige.

The new town, Northbridge, was bustling with men in suits, posh little coffee shops and boutiques.

George had never felt more at home anywhere else.

Matt however, just hated the place, he thought everyone looked fake and almost creepy. He kept telling his dad this place was just like a cult, but George just brushed it off.

Matt was supposed to finish university back home, but now that they had just moved, he was supposed to start his final year again and finish at Northbridge University.

George was adamant that this was the best thing for him, as all Matt had done in his previous university was go out and party. There would be none of that here, George hoped that living in Northbridge would give Matt some new direction.

A week living in their new home, there was a knock at the door, and when Matt answered it was a man dressed in a butler's uniform who stated that he was here to make sure they were settling in well and to take Matt to university every day.

George mentioned how the company he works for sent him to make sure they settled in, but Matt just thought it was strange...

He was 23... he could make his own way to university. Not that he wanted to, but he could if he wanted....

Monday quickly came and their new butler, William, promptly knocked on the front door at 6:00, let himself in and marched straight to Matt's room.

"You're late." he yelled.

"Dude?! What?! Class doesn't even start until 10:00 why are you here?" Matt shouted back.

"I am here to take you to initiation. Get ready and meet me in the car in 15 minutes, or I will come drag you.

"Whatever man"

An awkward car ride later and William parks up at Northbridge University, and guides Matt over to the main hall where the assembly is for the new starters.

Matt looked around and saw how everyone looked the exact same, they all look like they came from money with a silver spoon in their mouth from birth.

Reluctantly, he walked into the assembly, sat down at the back and watched the head of the university speak about the values that this institution will instil into them, and how they will come out of here as the perfect Northbridge citizen.

After the longest hour of his life, Matt went to his first class. Not paying any attention to what was going on at all, just playing on his phone when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Another student in his class asked him why he wasn't paying attention to the professor, why he came unprepared and why he looked "like that?"

Matt completely flipped and started yelling at him until the professor got involved and dragged him out, demanding he went to the head's office.

Slouching in the chair opposite the head, Mr. Westport, Matt just looked around the room at all the pictures of golf teams, championship medals, and all the classes that came before him. And they all looked the same...

"Matt..." Mr. Westport said, "we can't be having this in our initiation can we?"

"Tell whoever that guy was, he started on me"

After a back and forth between the two for 5 minutes, Mr. Westport said he would send Matt home for the day but to return to his office first thing tomorrow morning, and not to try to avoid it because he had cleared it with William.

A massive eye roll crossed Matt's face as he went home, spent the rest of his day in his room, hearing his dad come home from work and talk to William about his day. He didn't even sound shocked, it was almost like he already knew...

Matt just ignored it and waited until the next day, William came storming in again, demanding him to hurry up and get to the car, expect this time was at 5:00.

Arriving at Mr. Westport's office, Matt waited in the reception while he saw Mr. Westport talking to someone on the phone, nodding and writing things down.

"Enter." his voice beckoned when he put the phone down.

Once again, Matt slouched in the chair, while Mr. Westport talked about how these actions will not be tolerated, and how George had given him permission to admit him into their barracks to live on campus for the semester.

"What??!" Matt exclaimed, visibly livid.

"It's not up for discussion, William will take you to your new room."

When he arrived he saw a note on his new pillow reading, "This is for your own good, we just want the best for you - Dad"

Who was 'we?' he thought. George had been a single dad since he was 12...

Before he had any more time to think, William left the room while another man came in and said, "Hello there, I am your mentor, Kyle, and roommate, a pleasure to meet you."

'Amazing...' Matt said to himself in his head, this guy looked just like the rest of them, polo shirt, posh trousers and the kind of hair that just makes you hate someone.

As the days pass by, Kyle stays at Matt's side all day, every day, escorting him to class, making sure he does his homework and making sure he goes to bed by curfew.

After two weeks pass, Kyle mentions how Mr. Westport would like to see him.

As Matt arrives, he still has the same attitude, careless and angry.

"Hmmm... it seems Kyle was right to inform me of this. No matter, I have the tools to deal with this. William. If you will."

Before he could even react, Matt felt something get placed over his head, his vision completely covered, his ears cushioned against something.

In a matter of seconds, lights came flashing onto the screen, low, calming waves played into his ears.

Pictures flooded his eyesight, men, dressed properly, smiling, perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect etiquette.

The calming waves soon turned into words:

Sink

Obey

Give in

Become one of us

You are one of us

A preppy boy is who you are meant to be

Seconds turned to minutes, Matt couldn't think for himself anymore... Did he even want to?

Mr. Westport removed the device from Matt's head just to tell him that George was exactly the same apparently, too headstrong, resisted the changes for weeks, until his boss, Kyle's father did to him what he was doing to Matt.

And with an evil smirk, he placed the device back onto Matt's expressionless face as it continued to take him deeper.

Matt was left there all night, images flashing in front of his eyes, words being etched into his brain.

When William came to collect him the next morning he carefully removed the device and told him that everything was going to be okay, how he was going to love his new life.

William guided a motionless Matt through the halls, into a large wardrobe and dressed him in his new attire.

Matt slightly smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror.

With haste, William dragged Matt into the adjoining room, applied some gel to his hair and styled it the correct way.

Again, Matt slightly smiles as he sees what he is becoming.

Finally, he is escorted back to his room, where Kyle and Mr. Westport are waiting for him.

Mr. Westport walks up to him and whispers into his ear, "A preppy boy is a happy boy." Which causes Matt to shoot up to attention and greet him with a "Good morning Sir."

"Welcome to your room while you finish your studies with us Matt" Mr . Westport says, stroking Matt's cheek.

"Kyle here will be your partner from now on, you two will live together just as your fathers do. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir." They said in unison, as Mr. Westport leaves with William, the two are left on their own and immediately start filling their superior's orders without any hesitation.

His uniform my escape.

I made this for a friend

1880's western

and he was seen running a construction site.Everyone seemed to have been gone.

The police officers stumbled across the construction worker who was tied up and stripped of all his clothes.He didn't know the man who stripped was right behind him. Now he wants his uniform.

Its Friday. No one will be at the site till Monday.

They will find the stripped construction worker and the naked cop.

Tom of Finland's sketches continue to be a great source of inspiration. This undated sketch shows 4 or 5 youths assaulting a police officer, perhaps with a plan to tie him up. I developed the rough sketch with AI. Because the editor I use refuses to tie people down, I had to come up with something else. So I gave him a police baton which one of the youths is trying to snatch from him.

Below some snapshots from a failed video based on the same sketch. This was when things deteriorated. It started with one of the attackers vanishing. In the end the police officer had not only lost his baton but also his boots and the 'balloons' of his breeches.