THE GAME 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 11
[Fantasy Casting: Dean Cain as Clark, Michael Landes 
as Jimmy, Sean Patrick Flannery as Indiana] 

 "You two come to each side of me. I want to have my hands full." 

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

"Why don't you give some head to your friend here?" 

The mysterious Host let his attention wander from the action on the 
other monitors to check Monitor 2: the journalist and his 
photographer had just entered the conference room, the one occupied 
by the two account managers just an hour ago. Indiana, another 
journalist, had been waiting there too for the last quarter of an 
hour. 

 "Good," the Host thought, "I need the extra strength. Let's 
hurry those ones a bit. What to do now? ... Variety, variety, the 
one way to ascertain the quality of the vintage. Now, let's see... 
What would be appropriate in this case?" He leaned back on his 
chair, thinking. A sudden thought came to him: "Curiosity! That's 
the key. A virtue of any good journalist."  He typed a few commands 
on the keyboard in front of him, and waited as the complex's 
computer made some minor adjustments to the room . . . 

 ***
Indiana removed his feet from the conference table as the two black- 
haired men were shown in. Others. Damn. He wanted to get an 
exclusive, after all the work it took to snatch this one. They sat
own, the youngest of them taking out his camera from his case, 
preparing to photograph the room. They seemed equally annoyed at 
seeing him, but the one in glasses spoke politely: "Hi! I'm Clark 
Kent and this is my photographer Jimmy Olson, from 'The Daily 
Planet'." 

"Well, greetings to you two! I'm Indiana Patrick from 'The 
Beholder'. Nice to meet you." They shook hands. That Clark Kent 
fellow sure had a good grip . . . 

"How did you hear about this place?" asked Clark as he sat down, 
readjusting his tie. The question was more to tease than anything 
else - he did not really expect Indiana to reveal his source. 
Suddenly, a dull low humming sound arose. They all heard it and 
looked at each other in confusion. 

"I hope they're not experimentingon us," laughed Indiana. He tried  
hide his fear, but the truth was that he was scared of this place. 
He felt vulnerable in this labyrinth of large rooms and corridors of 
cold concrete.  He took Kent's question as a joke, and thought of 
an appropriate comeback: "To answer your question, I would have to 
break my..." He stopped and blocked his ears with his hands, 
twisting in pain. "Oww! What's that sound. I feel as if the inside 
of my body is vibrating. This noise is awful." It took him a few 
seconds to recover, during which he noted that his friends had been 
similarly inconvenienced. His head cleared, but he still felt a 
vibration in his brain. "What was I saying?" he said.  He remembered 
Clark Kent's question about his source, and it struck him as 
legitimate curiosity. Why not answer him truthfully? If everyone 
satisfied everyone else's curiosity, wouldn't there be less pain in 
the world? "Yes, my source." He paused, then finally blurted out: 
"It is George Popoulos, a man who sold them some mini-vans a while 
ago. He said he spotted one of them at the site where a kidnapping 
took place, but he was too afraid to tell the police." Indiana 
winced. Why had he told them that? The words had just flowed out 
of his mouth, without his control. Clark seemed to relish the 
information too. So much in fact, that he asked for more: "That's 
interesting. Which kidnapping?" 

 "Some guy from Redfield, llinois named Brad Perkins." This time, 
Indiana's wince was interior. "Popoulos comes from there too. He 
spotted the mini-van parked on a street, and was about to go talk to 
the driver when he saw Perkins walk by the van with some groceries 
and not come out from the other side. He heard the van's side door 
open, and then it left quickly." 

"Good," said Clark, now concerned about Indiana's utter lack of 
journalistic principles. Indiana too was concerned, and angry. Yet 
he felt something else, something totally inappropriate. He had a 
sudden but intense desire to know everything about these two guys, 
an overwhelming curiosity about their most intimate secrets. Their 
relationship together, for example. Surely there was some tension in 
it. Why not let it out in the open? 

"Tell me, Clark," Indiana asked, out of the blue, "how do you feel 
about Jimmy?" The question surprised the two men. Clark, stared at 
him in confusion. He looked as if he was fighting some mental inner
battle, then the struggle ended. "Well, I like him," he started. 
"He's a great kid, but... he annoys me with his constant pestering. 
And he hovers around Lois Lane, the woman I love, and I 
noticed her interest in him, so he makes me jealous." Jimmy looked 
too stunned to comment. "That's... unexpected," Indiana said, a bit 
shocked too at Clark's honesty. Why not test Jimmy now?  "And 
you, Jimmy, how do you feel about Clark?" Jimmy looked at Clark for 
a few seconds, then turned towards Indy. "He's like my role-model. I 
would like to be like him. Look at him: he is intelligent, 
nice, and he looks great. He's perfect. I would love to see some 
flaws." 

He got up and looked at Clark. "Clark, take off your shirt, 
please. I have a point to make," he explained. Clark frowned at
the sudden command, but strangely did not protest. He took off his 
vest, tie and unbuttoned his shirt. (It's a good thing his superhero 
costume was in his briefcase.) 

Jimmy was all over him. "Look at those pecs." Jimmy outlined them 
with his finger. "And these abs, so well-defined." He tugged at the 
shirt, taking it off Clark's, who unbuttoned his sleeves quickly 
and let it go. "Those shoulders, those biceps, those triceps! Now 
look at mine." Jimmy quickly stripped down to his naked torso, 
displaying more of a swimmer's build than Clark's muscular build. 
"I'm thin, with no muscles . How can I beat perfection? Lois will 
never like me more than you, Clark." Jimmy's face was red with 
emotion. He sat down, then played with his camera, not looking at 
either of them. 

Indiana was enjoying the situation. There was something in this 
place that had some effect on their minds, and he was going to take 
advantage of it. He scanned the two shirtless journalists, then 
asked: "Clark, can you think of some flaw that might convince Jimmy 
that you're not perfect?" "Hmm..." thought Clark. "I don't know. 
Well, I'm shy about one body part of mine." "Which one?" asked 
Jimmy, thinking him insincere. "Well, it's... my penis." He turned 
red at saying the word. "Look at it," he said, as he stood up and 
unzipped his pants. "There's nothing embarassing about a small 
penis," said Jimmy, obviously thinking there was, and anxious to see 
Clark's fatal flaw. Clark slid his boxers down and displayed a full 
ten-inches of soft cut meat, perfectly proportioned. Jimmy's face 
turned green. Indiana could not believe his eyes. "You bastard!" 
yelled Jimmy. "How can you do this to me? It's a PERFECT penis. Now 
I KNOW you have no flaws. Thanks." 

"It's too big!" complained Clark,sincerely. "It is a challenge every 
day to make sure it does not attract notice." He slid the boxers up 
again and sat down, not at all self-conscious. "Jimmy," asked 
Indiana with a grin, "now that Clark has shown us what embarasses 
him, why don't you tell us about a secret shame of yours?" Jimmy 
took a few seconds to answer.  "I have this hobby... it has grown 
into an obsession I think now. I like to take photographs of naked 
men." 

"I was not aware that you were gay," said Clark. "There is 
nothing wrong with that." 

"I'm not gay," protested Jimmy, "but I enjoy seeing other men naked, 
to compare myself to them. Like, for example, from the moment I 
entered this room, I could not help but be curious about what Mr. 
Patrick here looks like when he's naked. I'd love to take some nude 
pictures of him." This was not going according to plan. Indiana felt 
his head buzz again, and he sensed an abnormal urge to satisfy 
Jimmy's curiosity. Indy was a private guy - he did not even shower 
in public, but this new urge was so strong, it took over. He stood 
up and said: "I don't mind giving you a peek." Indiana started to 
undress. His torso had a flurry of blond hair, which could also be 
found on his legs. Jimmy instantly rose up and started to take 
pictures of him. Jimmy's crotch started to bulge - he really was 
getting aroused by this.  Indy stopped when he was down to his white 
boxers. His natural shyness and pride took over, and he said: "I'm 
sorry. I can't go further. But Jimmy, I'm really curious about the 
bulge in your pants. Could you show me what causing it?" 

Jimmy wastaken by surprise, just as Indy wanted. "Sure," answered 
Jimmy, "I just enjoy watching your body a lot, and I got a hard-on." 

"Would you mind showing it to me?" 

"Not at all. Wait!"  

Indy watched as Jimmy stripped from his pants, and then his briefs. 
His long hard dick came into view, glistening from pre-cum. After 
stripping his clothes completely, he stroked his dick a few times, 
and took back his camera from the table. "I'll just be more 
comfortable like that," he explained. He took pictures of Indy for a 
while, than asked: "CK, would you join Mr. Patrick? You two look 
good in your underwear." 

"Well, alright," said Clark, as he moved next to Indiana. 

"Move to the left a bit. Yeah, now a tiny bit to the right. Turn 
around. Good. Now, CK, don't be afraid to touch Mr. Patrick. Hug him 
from behind. That's right. Good. Now, move your hand down. Now, feel 
his crotch through his boxers. Wonderful." 

Jimmy stopped taking pictures to jerk off a bit. 

"I can't stand it!" he said. "CK, take Mr. Patrick's boxers off. I 
need to see." 

"What?" objected Indy. 

"Well, if you really want to see it," said Clark.  He lifted Indy 
off the floor with one arm, while grabbing Indy's boxers from the 
other. He tore them off his body, then discarded them on the floor. 
Indy's long cut cock was in full view of Jimmy, and he went on to 
take pictures as Clark replaced Indiana in front of him. "Good, 
turn him around. I want to see his naked ass," asked Jimmy. Clark 
obliged and the helpless Indy was flung around. 

 "Clark," asked Indy,panting from all the struggling. "I think 
Jimmy's curiosity is satisfied enough for now. Mine isn't, though. 
Show me how far you can insert that dick of yours inside Jimmy's 
ass." 

"No!" said Jimmy. But he realized the tables were turned on 
him, as Clark took off his boxers and moved towards him to obey 
Indy's request.

"You can't do it! You're not even hard!" protested 
Jimmy to Clark. "Mr. Patrick should help you a bit if he's that 
curious." 

 "Yeah," said Clark. "I'll need some help. Perhaps if you 
sucked it, I could close my eyes and imagine Lois. I've always been 
curious to know if that works. " The last words he uttered sealed 
Indy's cooperation. He moved towards Clark, kneeled in front of him, 
and filled his mouth with Clark's enormous cock. He could not take 
it all at once, but he started sucking it slowly, his hands firmly on 
Clark's butt. Clark closed his eyes and started to moan. "Oh wow, 
Lois. That feels so good. Yeah." After a minute or so of fondling, 
Clark quickly took it out of Indy's mouth, as he was just about to 
come. His cock, now fully hard, had managed to pick up two more 
inches. "I think I'm ready for Jimmy now," he said. Jimmy moved 
towards the table, and bent over it, offering his ass to Clark. 
Indy spat on his fingers, and lubricated Jimmy's ass properly. He 
help Clark insert his cock in Jimmy's ass, who yelled in pain: "Oww! 
This hurts. It's too big. Stop!" 

Clark paused and said: "I think that's all that will go. About six 
inches, I'll say." 

"You have to pump it in," said Indy. "It will go further with each 
stroke." 

"No!" yelle Jimmy. "I cannot take it!" But Clark started to fuck 
Jimmy's ass slowly. For at least three minutes, Jimmy's cries filled 
the room. Then Clark passed the point of no return, and sprayed 
Jimmy's back with white, creamy cum. 

"Wow," said Indy. "What a load!" 

"Yeah, Indy," said Jimmy. "I'd like to know if you can lick it up. 
Can you eat it all?" 

Indy winced. He had been trapped again. He kn 
led beside Jimmy and started to lick Clark's cum from Jimmy's back. 
When he was finished, Jimmy stood up, and grabbed Indy's head. 

"You did it! Now, let's see if you can take all of mine too!" Indy 
took Jimmy's cock in and sucked it until Jimmy came, which did not 
take a long time. He swallowed all of it. 

"Wow, man. That's great," continued Jimmy. "Now, another thing I'm 
curious about.. I would love to see Clark being fucked by another 
man. That would make a wonderful picture." He went for his camera 
while Clark bent over the table. Indy spread Clark's butt-cheeks 
open, and pushed his rod inside the ass of steel. It was hard at 
first, but then he felt Clark relax, and take it all like a pro. 
Jimmy took pictures from all angles, especially when Indy ejaculated 
between Clark's cheeks, both bodies covered with sweat. After a 
pause, the three men started to dress. As he stowed away his camera, 
Jimmy remarked: "I bet Lois will be really curious about those 
pictures."