THE GAME 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 2 
[Fantasy Casting: Noah Wyle as Dr. Carter, Paul Gross as Fraser] 

Carter suddenly sat as he woke up. His eyes were instantly open. He
looked around, trying to find a clock somewhere, but could not. 
Instead, he saw someone lying next to him. He jumped out of the bed.
There was a man dressed as a mountie still sleeping on the bed. He
checked himself: he was dressed in his doctor's clothes, as he was
when he went to bed in room 206 at the ER. But this wasn't Room 206,
although it looked like a hospital room, all white walls, a bed with
white sheets, a small alcove with a bathroom. The only thing missing
was a door. He walked around the room to try to find a way out, but
there did not seem to be any. He walked next to the mountie and shook
him to wake him up. 

"What?" the mountie said. He jumped up when he saw Carter. "Who are
you? Where are we?" 

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Where is my gun?" 

"I don't know. Ouch!" 

"What is it?" Carter looked at his arms: they were covered with
purple rashes. "What are those? They hurt like hell!" he said. The
mountie looked at his arms - they were covered with the same rashes. 
"I've got them too. Ouch.... They seem to be all over my body. Oooh
it hurts."

"I thought this was a prank from my friends, but I don't think they
would go as far as making us sick." 

"Well, what are those rashes? You're the doc, aren't you. Doc 
Carter," he said, reading Carter's badge. "I'm Fraser, by the way." 

"Pleased to meet you. I have never seen this kind of rash before. 
I'll look in the bathroom to see if there's any ointment or 
anything." Carter went in the bathroom. There was a large metal
cabinet, in which he found all types of medicines. He took out one
glass container, in which there seemed to be a balm of some sorts. He
read the label: "For rashes of all kinds, apply to skin. Do not cover
skin for at least half an hour after applying. Possible side-effects:
May cause..." The label was torn out at that point. He looked again
in the cabinet to see if there was anything else, but
it seemed to be the only balm or ointment.

"I've found something..." He grimaced as another pang of pain came
from his legs. "I'll try it on a small surface of my skin to see if
it works."

"I've looked around and there doesn't seem to be any other door," 
said Fraser. "How are we going to get out of here?" 

"Let's take care of the rashes first." He opened the container: the
balm looked like vasoline with a yellow tint. It smelled a bit like
fruits and spices. Carter applied a bit of it to one of the rashes on
his arm. Fraser watched, squirming with pain. Within a minute of two,
the rash was gone. 

"It looks like it's working," Carter said. "I'll start with you. Take
off your uniform." Fraser nodded. He removed his shirt and the white
T-shirt underneath, revealing his well-defined torso, covered with
the purple rashes. "O.K." said Carter. He moved towards him and
started to rub some balm all over Fraser's upper body. Within a few
minutes, all of the rashes vanished. "I feel much better," said
Fraser. He was about to put his T-shirt back on, when Carter said, 
"Don't. You need to let the stuff dry for half an hour, otherwise the
rashes may come back."

"All right, now your turn." Carter removed his doctor's coat, his tie
and white shirt. While Fraser applied the balm to Carter's torso and
back, watching the rashes disappear, Carter noticed that the 
Mountie's breathing had become slower and deeper. "Now, we do our 
legs," he said. They stripped down to their underwear. They both were 
wearing boxers, white for Carter, and black for Fraser. They sat next 
to each other of the side of the bed, and took their time applying 
the balm to their legs. Carter noticed that his breathing was also 
slower and deeper. In fact, he felt completely relaxed. He breathed 
in the smell of the balm, and it made him feel tingly.  

"Now, the rest," said Carter shyly. He got up and slid off his 
underwear, to apply the balm to his buttocks and genitals, and he had
to stop midway: suddenly his legs were extremely sensitive, h felt
each contact of his boxers and his legs. "What is it?" asked Fraser,
as he was starting to take off his own boxers. Carter did not have to
answer. He saw Fraser's face as he threw his black boxers on the
floor.  "Woo... It actually feels good," said Fraser. "Is it supposed
to do that?" 

"I guess..." answered Carter, very unscientifically. He finally took
off his boxers, and started to rub his ass and pubic region. Fraser
started to do the same thing, but suddenly looked uneasy. His face
became red instantly, as if he was embarassed. "What is it?" asked
Carter. Then he saw. Fraser's penis had instantly grown erect at the
touch of the balm, and Carter's cock was doing the same too. "I
guess that's the side effect," he said, and laughed uneasily. 

"I'm putting a bit more everywhere," said Fraser, "to make sure it's
OK. Then, let's find a way out of here." He grabbed the container and
started to apply another layer over his torso and legs. Carter said:
"Why not?" and he started to do the same. But as his hand touched his
torso, he felt a wave of intense pleasure surging through his body.
Fraser seemed to feel that way too. His hand were all over his body,
and he looked dazed. As Carter continued to apply the second layer,
he too became groggy with pleasure, and he let a moan or two escape. 
Fraser reached out to grab the container again, and he accidentally
rubbed against Carter's body. Both instantly shivered with delight.
Carter, without thinking, put his arms around Fraser and pulled him
over himself on the bed. He felt humiliated but the pleasure created
by every inch of skin coming in contact with Fraser's own was so
great, he could not help himself. Fortunately, Fraser felt the same
way. He rubbed his body against Carter's, his hands massaging
Carter's shoulders. He suddenly grabbed Carter's crotch, which caused
Carter to shake and yell for five seconds, his fingers snatched
around Fraser's buttocks.

"I'm sorry," said Fraser. But then he leaned over Carter and kissed
his torso.

Carter said, "We must stop. This is addictive. Oh God! It feels so 
good. It's just overpowering." 

Fraser suddenly grabbed Carter's face and forcefully brought it 
towards his hard rock cock. "Please suck it! I'll give you anything
you want, but please . . . "

"I can't," said Carter. "We should not do this." 

"Suck my cock, I said, or I'll hurt you," Fraser shouted rudely. 
Carter swallowed Fraser's penis uneasily. Fraser writhed and moaned,
totally out of control. He came without warning, and Carter' mouth was
instantly filled with hot sperm. "Turn around," Fraser ordered
Carter, who swallowed the semen. Carter rolled from under Fraser, who
turned towards Carter's white buttocks. Fraser spanked him, and it
felt as if electricity was coursing through his body. "Again," yelled
Carter. Fraser obliged him. Then, he grabbed some balm, spread
Carter's buttocks wide open, and inserted his finger in Carter's ass,
carefully lubricating it.

"No," begged Carter. "This has gone far enough. Think of who you are.
You're not yourself. It's the balm. We're not even gay." 

"I know," said Fraser, suddenly himself again. "I apologise. I've 
never behaved that way before." Both of them stopped, too ashamed to
move further. But as Carter tried to get on all fours under Fraser,
he bumped into him, and the contact made them lose their minds again.
Fraser got behind Carter, and inserted his penis inside Carter's ass.
He then had to stop, biting his lip with the excitement while Carter
moaned. Then Fraser started to pump Carter's ass, while Carter jerked
off like crazy. It lasted a few seconds, then both of them
ejaculated, Carter's sperm soiling the white sheets. Carter then
jumped out of the bed, and ran to the shower. "I'm taking this stuff
off," he said as he shook his head. Then, shyly, "I'm sorry, sir." 
He got in the shower, and did not close the door. The experience was
pleasurable, but when he got out, avoiding Fraser's gaze, the balm's
effects had worn off. Fraser did the same quietly, and returned to
the room to get dressed silently.

They were too embarassed to talk or look at each other for forty
minutes. It was Carter who finally broke the silence when he saw a
door to another room. He walked to it.

"That door wasn't there before...." he said. 

"I don't think so either, but with what just happened, we might just
be going crazy. Where are we, anyway?" 

"Let's find out," said Carter, opening the door on a long white 
corridor.