THE GAME 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 9
[Fantasy Casting: Mario Lopez as Mario, Noah Wyle as 
Dr. Carter, Chris O'Donnell as Chris] 

Carter and Mario awoke when they heard the door to the dining room 
open... "Who is that whispered Mario. "Boy, my ass hurts. This bed 
is not too comfortable." 

"I have no idea," whispered back Carter, glad that Mario did not 
remember their experience together. They both jumped off the bed and 
dressed hurriedly. Some male voices could be heard from the dining 
room. "I am not coming back here on Monday, whatever they pay me," 
said one.  "Come on, it's not that bad," said another. "Just do it 
for a month or two, and save the money. Then you can take a year off 
or something." 

"Chris, what do you think?" asked the first voice. 

"I'm not sure... I have to absorb what happened I guess," Chris 
said. "For now, I'll just take a shower." 

Carter and Mario hid under the bed and watched as a young man 
dressed in overalls came in the bedroom. He closed the door behind 
and then unzipped his overalls. He stepped out of them, wearing 
only gray sweatshorts, which were all sweaty. He had short blond 
hair and bright blue eyes. Chris walked towards the bathroom, 
stratching his ass with his left hand. Carter and Mario saw him 
disappear within, and waited to hear the sound of water running 
before coming out of hiding. They walked towards the door, and 
opened it.

The dining room was empty. Mario came out of the room 
first, but suddenly another door opened in front of him. Carter 
panicked and pressed the door switch, closing the door between him 
and Mario . "Who is that?" Carter heard from the bathroom. He 
whirled around, and paced the room nervously, looking for some 
escape. Chris came out of the bathroom, wearing only a white towel. 
"Who are you?" he asked as he saw Carter, who froze instantly. 

"I'm... I'm... lost. I'm sorry," he stuttered. "We've been trapped 
in this building for a while and cannot find a way out."

 "Who's we?" 

 "There're four of us. The other three are out there looking for an 
exit. I stayed here, and used your bed. I was pretty tired."

"Well, I never figured the way out myself. I only know the way to 
the garage. I am leaving in an hour, you're welcome to leave with 
me."  

"Great! I'll do that. Thanks." 

Chris examined Carter briefly. His clothes were all sweaty and 
wrinkled, his hair disheveled. "Do you want to take a shower?" Chris 
asked. "You certainly need one. I can lend you some clean clothes 
too, if you want." 

"That'd be great. Thanks." 

"Well, come in, I'm in a hurry to leave this place." Chris went back 
in the bathroom. Carter stood there, not so sure what to do, until 
he heard Chris yell from the bathroom: "Are you coming or not?" 
Carter undressed quickly, leaving his clothes in a pile. He walked, 
naked, to the bathroom. There were three showers, without any 
dividers. Chris was soaping himself in the furthest one, his back to 
Carter. Carter made sure to leave one shower nozzle between them, 
and turned the water on.  It was just hot enough, and felt so good 
on his body. He plunged his face in the jet, enjoying the pressure 
on his shoulders. He pumped some soap out of the soap dispenser on 
the wall, and smelled it. It smelled like hot spices and strong 
musk. A few whiffs and Carter felt intoxicated, as the wine had 
made him feel. For some reason, he liked the feeling, and felt no 
urge to snap out of it. He rubbed soap on his chest, down his legs, 
and lathered his balls and dick well. He turned on his side, and 
got a glimpse of Chris, who was now facing him. Carter watched, 
amazed, as Chris, his eyes closed, was jerking off his soapy erect 
penis, apparently oblivious to Carter's presence. Carter was 
embarrassed, but could not help but stare. After a few seconds, 
Chris opened his eyes, but he looked dazed. Carter turned away, 
washing away the soap on his body. The smell went to his head, and 
he suddenly became very aware of Chris' presence, naked, so close 
to him. As he was rinsing his cock, he felt a hand on his ass.
  
"What are you doing?" he asked, shyly. Silence. He turned around 
slowly, and saw that Chris was kneeling next to him. Chris's gaze 
was blank, and he moved his head towards Carter's dick. "Eh!" cried 
Carter. "Don't!" The sensation of Chris's hot mouth around his penis 
made him forget the awkwardness of the situation. Chris grabbed his 
ass firmly, and sucked Carter's cock slowly and intensely, yet with 
a mechanical precision. With one hand, Carter guided Chris's head, 
while with the other, rubbed Chris's chest, pinching his hardened 
nipples. Carter quickly became hard himself. The water sprayed over 
Chris's head as he diligently gave pleasure to Carter. After a 
while, he stopped sucking and started licking Carter's balls. "That 
tickles!" said Carter, smiling. Then Chris turned Carter around, and 
started to lick Carter's ass, then his asshole. He used his hands to 
spread Carter's ass open while Carter put both his hands on the wall 
to keep his balance. The feeling of Chris's tongue in his ass drove 
him wild. He gyrated while Chris substituted his finger to his 
tongue, and then got up and inserted his hard dick within Carter's 
ass. Chris embraced Carter from behind, and started to fuck him 
slowly, silently. Carter moved his hand to his dick and jerked 
himself off. Chris's body felt so warm; his dick was so hard inside 
of him. After a while, he felt Chris swiftly come out of him, and 
then felt hot cum sprayed over his back. That was enough to set him 
off too, and he ejaculated over the wall in front of him, his sperm 
dripping down to the drain under him. Carter took a few moments to 
regain his thoughts. The water had washed away his cum, and 
turned around to clean his back. Chris was drying himself with his 
white towel, his cock now soft, his gaze back to normal. "Don't 
take too long," he said, as he walked out of the bathroom. "We'll be 
leaving in five minutes." Carter watched Chris's bare butt leave 
with a touch of sadness. It was round and firm, and he was now 
covering it with a new pair of underwear, black Calvin Klein
 briefs. He stopped the water running, then dried himself off. With 
a sudden thought, he pumped some soap in his hands and walked out 
towards Chris, who was putting a black T-shirt on. "Smell 
the soap! Doesn't it smell great?" Carter said, as he put his hand 
right in front of Chris's nose. Chris wanted to protest, but as soon 
as he took a breath in, he stopped moving. Carter rubbed some
soap just below Chris's nose, and watched his gaze go blank again. 
Carter took a few breaths too, and started to undress Chris, who did 
not oppose him at all. As soon as he started to slide the 
Calvin's off Chris's hips, Carter could not resist taking a mouthful 
of Chris's soft, thick cock, dangling daringly in front of his face. 
He sensed it harden in his mouth, and it made him the more
horny. "Do you like that?" he asked Chris. 

"Yeah," growled Chris monotonously. "It feels great." 

 "Well, lie down on the bed on all fours, you'll feel even greater." 

Chris obeyed slowly, finally ojecting his ass right in front of 
Carter, who, after preparing it with a wet finger, did not lose any 
time inserting his cock inside the dazed one's firm ass. Carter 
found it even more enjoyabl than he had imagined. He knew that his 
desire for that young man's body was an effect of the soap, and that 
he would have been repulsed by this very act had he not been under 
its influence. Yet, ith the intense desire came the intense joy of 
satisfying it, and his pleasure centers were overwhelmed. He came 
rapidly, and hurried to clean the mess with his towel. He urged 
Chris to dress, and did so himself, using clothes from Chris's 
closet next to the bed. He stole a kiss from Chris's lips just a
moment before Chris regained his senses.  

"Boy, I just lost it for a moment," Chris said holding his head. "I 
must be exhausted from this weird week. Are you ready?" 

"Yeah," said Carter, with a smile. "Let's go." He opened the door, 
and the two young men came out of the room.