THE GAME 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 7 
[Fantasy Casting: Paul Gross as Fraser, Brad Pitt as Brad,
Jonathan Brandis as Jonathan, Scott Wolf as Scott] 

"Oww, it hurts... It hurts but I like it... Continue..." 

"But we are not guinea pigs, we're account managers." 

"Well, now to the showers, my boys. The van will leave in an hour. 
Have a good weekend, and see you on Monday."

The voices merged into a loud buzz, without losing their coherence. 
The small room was lighted only by the flickering glow of the twelve 
TV screens on the wall, in a 3 tall by 4 wide array. The room's 
occupant was masturbating slowly, watching the screens intently. He 
checked Monitor 5: Brad and Fraser had just crashed in a corner, 
tired from their futile exploration. He pressed a button in the 
console in front of him, and checked Monitor 8. A wall closed behind 
Scott and Jonathan, separating them from Mark and Chris. Both pairs 
of teenagers banged on the wall, but they could not hear each other. 
The noise attracted Brad and Fraser, who walked towards Scott and 
Jonathan. 

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"Stop that," said Fraser, as soon as they reached the desperate 
teens. "You're wasting your time and energy. Are you trapped here 
like us?"

"What's it look like, bozo?" asked Jonathan. "And what are you 
supposed to be? The Canadian police? Where the hell's your horse? 
Get us out of here."

"Shut up, you little asshole," said Brad. "We're stuck here too."

"Yeah, Jon, shut up!" approved Scott. "It's no time to play tough 
guy. These guys can help us get out of here . . . "

"As if," said Jonathan, with a conceited smirk. "They're probably 
some friends of Finley."

He jumped towards the wall, striking it with both feet, and yelled: 
"Open that!" He then paced the area nervously, making sudden 
impatient jerks with his arms, blowing off steam

"Don't listen to him," said Scott to Fraser. "We were brought here 
by a teacher of ours, and we don't really know where he is now. I 
think he took advantage of us, you know... sexually." He paused
for a moment, then whispered: "I think Jonathan is not taking it too 
 well. It was humiliating, and Jon is used to be the leader, always 
in control." He was looking at the floor, visibly embarrassed. 
Jonathan had stopped his frantic moves, and was now staring at the 
wall, silent. 

"I think it is this place that's taking advantage of us," offered  
Brad. "It happened to us too... we won't get in the details. I feel 
like someone is playing a game with us."

"That's all very nice, but..." said Jonathan, turning to face the 
others. He instantly stopped, walked towards them, pushed Fraser 
away as he went past them. They turned around to look at where he
 was going. A door had appeared once again, this time leading into a 
small room where the walls were covered with controls, monitors and 
lights. Jonathan entered it, looking frenetically around

"It looks like a lab, or a control room," said Scott, as he entered 
with the other two.

"Don't touch anything kids," said Fraser. "It can be dangerous." 

"We're not kids," spouted Jonathan arrogantly. "We'll do what we want 
 to do." 

They wandered around, trying to understand the purpose of the knobs, 
buttons and dials. There was not a word written anywhere, not even 
pictures or icons which could give a clue as to what if anything in 
the room was for. Lights were flickering all over, and a loud 
electrical drone could be heard from everywhere. A section of the 
floor was covered with white plastic panels instead of concrete, 
like it was in the corridors and the other rooms. Jonathan wandered 
away from the others, and studied the controls attentively. He 
checked the others, and when he was certain they were not looking, 
he pressed a few buttons. Nothing happened. He checked again, then 
turned a large dial. Nothing happened, or so he thought until he 
heard Scott ask in panic: "What did you do? Turn it back." Jon 
turned around and saw that Fraser and Brad, who were standing on the 
white-paneled section of the room, had frozen in place. The panels 
themselves glowed - they were translucent, and light came from under 
them. "Wait, I'm trying something here," said Jonathan, trying to 
appear calm and in control, slowly turning a smaller dial next to 
the  large one. Something was happening to the the immobile men. An 
aura of greenish light surrounded them, or part of them. Jonathan 
stopped turning the dial midway, and the glow faded; but the 
appearance of the men had changed. Fraser's uniform and boots were 
gone, and he stood in white boxers and T-shirt, and black socks; 
Brad had lost his jeans, T-shirt and sneakers, and he stood also in 
white boxers, but his torso was bare

"Wow, this is fun," said Jonathan, excited. 

"Jon, I mean it," warned Scott. "Put them back like they were." 

"Scott," argued Jon, "these two may be responsible for what happened 
to us. Don't you want to get some revenge?"

"We don't know that, Jon." Scott's tone was becoming firmer. "Turn 
it back." 

"All right," said Jonathan. He turned the large dial back, dimming 
the floor panels. The two men moved, and looked confused. "Go check 
if they're OK . . . "

Scott approached the semi-clad men, but as soon as his feet were on 
the panels, Jonathan turned the large dial back, freezing Scott with 
the others. Scott first layer of clothing also vanished in a  green 
glow, leaving him with only a T-shirt and dark patterned boxers. 
Jonathan looked at his three victims in underwear. They looked so 
pathetic. Now, he was back in control, like it was meant to be. He 
noticed briefly that he had a hard-on, but focused on the many dials 
and buttons before wondering at the reason for his arousal. There 
was an array of small dials just below the ones he had played with, 
and he tried playing with these. The first one he turned brought a 
reaction in Brad - he moved his hand towards his crotch, and started 
feeling his genitals through his boxers. Jon tried a second dial, 
which made Scott's cock grow hard and push against the fabric of his 
underwear. Another dial had Fraser kneel, then put his hands on the 
floor, waving his ass back and forth as if waiting to be fucked. To 
reduce these three men to mere puppets satisfied Jonathan's ego, who 
had been so severely wounded a few hours ago. He wanted to humiliate 
them as he had been humiliated. 

Studying the dials again, he concluded that each row controlled a 
different person, while each column had a different effect. He tried 
the fourth dial on Brad's row, and watched Brad approach Scott, 
kneel before him, and start licking Scott's boxers where the fabric 
was stretched by Scott's erection. He turned it back, and tried 
the fifth one. Brad stood up, moved behind Fraser, kneeled, then 
started to lick Fraser's boxers in the crack.  He turned that dial a 
bit more, and Brad pulled down Fraser's boxers, and inserted his 
finger in Fraser's ass, untightening it. A bit more and Brad was 
pulling down his own boxers, placing his soft dick on Fraser's ass. 
The second dial made Brad's dick harden, and he gently inserted it 
in Fraser's ass, pumping slowly.

Jonathan watched Brad fucking Fraser for a while, then turned 
the fourth dial on Fraser's row, which resulted in him crawling 
towards Scott's crotch - Brad crawling behind him not missing a 
beat - grabbing Scott's boxers, pulling them down, and starting to 
suck on the rock-hard stick, as if it was a lollipop. 

Suddenly, an idea popped in Jonathan's head. He turned back the 
large dial on top almost to its original position. He watched his 
victims carefully as they regained consciousness, but stayed under
the machine's control. 

"Hard to give commands when your mouth is full?" Jonathan shouted to 
Fraser. "You enjoy my good friend's teenage cock, don't you Mountie? 
It tastes great. And you," he switched to Brad, "do you 
still think I'm a little asshole? Well, you seem to like assholes, 
don't you?" 

"What are you doing to us?" yelled Brad back. "Stop this nonsense! 
Let us go."
 
"Jon," pleaded Scott. "I'm your friend, remember. Let me go." 

Fraser turned angry eyes at Jon, grumbled indecipherable 
obscenities, but continued sucking on Scott's dick. Jonathan ignored 
them, curious of the other dials. He turned one on Scott's row, 
which seemed to have no effect... 

"Jon, let me go, please," Scott repeated, "I... I want you to suck 
my hard dick, Mountie. Suck it real hard. Yeah, this is good. Stick 
it down your throat."

Jonathan was startled, but he liked that dial. "So, you were 
saying?" he said to Brad. 

"You little asshole, I'm gonna kill you when this is over," raged 
Brad. Meanwhile, Jonathan was turning the same dial on his row. "I'm 
gonna make you... I'm gonna fuck you little asshole... I'm 
gonna fuck your asshole real hard, like I'm doing to this guy. Yeah, 
it's gonna be great, so great." 

"That's better, much better." He turned the Undressing Dial, 
removing all trace of clothing on the three guys, and adjusted 
Fraser's dick, which was still soft. He felt like an artist, tuning 
finer details of his work. The first dial on Fraser's row made him 
start to stroke his dick wildly. It was then that he noticed a 
column of buttons at the end of the rows of dials. "I think I 
know what these do... If I'm right, we're gonna have a masterpiece 
here!" 

He placed one hand on the large Freeze Dial, and the other close to 
the top of the button column. 

"That's it, Mountie Man," said Scott, "Suck on my young dick! I love 
it. Faster... Deeper...." 

"Oooo, this is great, fucking that rough ass," said Brad. 

Jonathan suddenly pressed all three buttons, and watched Brad and 
Scott jerk out their dicks out of their respective holes, and 
explode in a steady jet of hot white cum all over Fraser's face and
ack, while Fraser himself was spraying his belly with spurts of his 
own sperm. At that exact moment, Jon turned the large dial 
completely, freezing the scene, cum still in mid-air, in a very 
life-like erotic sculpture.