Tabula Colton

Chapter 23 - Tutor Spy

Story Recap: Colton finds out his mind was wiped by Eizo Kimura who's done it to many other boys at his clinic. He's working with Julian Cheng, whose twin brother Jackson was also taken, to find out the secrets of what happened. Now they have to stop it before he does the same for Dawson, a hispanic model with an older Arab daddy. While Colton is still completely addicted to his owner; Jason Takada, a muscle-daddy; the trail of clues leads him to push on and help unravel the mystery.

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"Are you serious? They're doing it again?" Julian asked me in the small bathroom stall we'd both escape to from our second period classes. I'd left my phone inside my backpack in the class since Mr. Takada might be tracking it to check in on me. His map app was super detailed.

"You have to contact him and get him to not go! They'll wipe him," I pleaded. Julian looked at me intently and then a smile crept across his lips.

"Text your daddy and tell him you have a math tutor in your class who offered to come over and bring you up to speed tonight. I'm Asian so it's credible," Julian laughed at his self-deprecating joke. "I need to get in on this and see the clinic for myself."

"I don't know, dude. This is getting risky," I said with an uneasy feeling.

"Just do it. From his emails, he's always ready to help out a boy in need. If he thinks I'm a lost boy who needs his help, he won't turn away. I just have to act gay so I don't blow my cover," Julian said and paced thoughtfully.

"We don't act gay like the stereotypes. Just act normal like me. I'm basically a straight guy with some code in his head that makes him crave daddy dick," I laughed and realized how ridiculous that sounded.

"Right... blame the code," Julian smirked. "Ok, my turn. Are you ready to learn what I found?"

"Yes, please, dude!" I begged.

He told me all that they'd learned, but most importantly that Mr. Takada didn't seem to know what they were really up to. 

He was desperate to get me help and said I was out of control. He knew about my texts and pics with the random older men. He said we'd had some pretty big fights over it and I was spending most nights by myself in the separate bedroom I'd demanded.

After he'd taken me to the very first therapy, he wrote an email of gratitude and said I was already becoming submissive and calmer with him. 

Apparently he took me every day after school for three weeks leading up to my accident. Every day he'd email Eizo a form he'd fill out measuring my temperature, weight, attitudes, and any problem behaviors. Eizo said they were adjusting the therapy to meet my needs.

"He had no idea they were messing with your brain like that. But here's where it gets good. We found a large file Eizo sent to Takada. It was a brochure about the therapy with testimonials from anonymous daddies and even some mommies. Some were regular parents of their own children who just truly wanted them to stop crazy behaviors. They didn't realize their kids were getting wiped and coded with better versions of themselves!" Julian said with disbelief.

"That's crazy!" I echoed.

"The file was big enough for us to trace back and get into Eizo's servers. The agency helped me get everything off his computer. This thing is way bigger than we thought. Eizo's connected to a network of researchers who have been developing this for years. And here's the real shocker." Julian was so excited he had to stop and catch his breath.

"It only works the way they want it to when used on people in adolescence. After 22 or 23 and before 11 or 12, it's just brain damaging! They tried it on both boys and girls, only the girls got the opposite effect. Instead of becoming submissive little sexbots, the re-coding therapy made them sharper and smarter, increasing IQ's to new heights. They only got through a handful of girls in the trials before they cut it off. The girls figured out what was happening and began to turn on them! They all accepted full college scholarships and monthly sums in exchange for their silence." Julian beamed at me with his impressive research skills.