The Game: A Domination Prequel (by Mafisto)

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 that 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 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, which 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. It 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 back, 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.

The Game: A Domination Prequel (by Mafisto)

Chapter 8
[Fantasy Casting: Costas Mandylor as Kenny, Antonio Sabato Jr. as Tony and Matt Leblanc as Matt]

Officer Kenny Mandylor stared at the large steel door in the white concrete wall, waiting for it to open. Officer Antonio Minelli and Officer Matt White, who shared his silence, flanked him on either side. It was an anxious silence, as the three men had heard frequent rumors about the building facing them, the “Tests Inc.” complex at the edge of the town of Harriston. No one in Harriston knew what tests were performed at “Tests Inc.”; no one in Harriston had ever seen the owner of the building or the company. The land had been bought by lawyers, and the construction itself was done by foreign contractors; and no one in Harriston knew what the inside of the complex looked like, because only vehicles came in and out of the site, and they never stopped in the town. The door slid open with a grind, revealing a wide corridor with white concrete floor and shiny metal walls. As the three men slowly walked past the threshold, they felt a vague queasiness, a disorientation that made the walls appear to close in on them. Trying to look confident, they strolled down the corridor, looking for a human being. A few hundred feet later, they heard the main steel door close behind them. “Hello?” shouted Matt. “Is anybody here? This is the police.” There was no answer.

“This place gives me the creeps,” said Kenny.

“Do you think this will lead to a receptionist or something? “

“The voice at the gate did say to enter from this door,” answered Tony.

“Can I help you?” a female voice said from behind them. The three policemen jumped around and saw a petite dark-haired woman in a beige business suit who stood impatiently, waiting for their answer. “How did you get here?” asked Matt. “There’s no…”

“I believe that your reason for coming here has nothing to do with my comings and goings,” the woman said sharply. “We are busy, a have no time for small talk. Get to the point.”

A frown appeared on Kenny’s face. His hand went instinctively to his gun, as if he felt threatened. “First things first, what is your name?” he asked.

“Dreyfuss. Julia Dreyfuss.”

“Well, Ms. Dreyfuss, four high school kids were kidnapped yesterday, and we have reason to believe that they were brought here.”

Ms. Dreyfuss laughed. “And what makes you think that? “

“Someone spotted one of your company vans just outside the school yesterday.”

“We were collecting some data in the area,” explained Ms. Dreyfuss. She scratched her head, looking annoyed. “I don’t see what interest we could have in kidnapping teenagers.”

“What kind of tests do you perform here?” asked Tony, a question that was burning his lips.

“I don’t think that is relevant,” she snapped.

“Well, I happen to think it can be pretty relevant,” said Matt.

“Look, we don’t use teenagers in twisted weird science experiments, if that’s what you mean.” Julia’s voice was even sharper. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.”

“Can we take a look around, Ms. Dreyfuss?” asked Kenny. His tone made certain he would not accept a negative answer.

“All right,” said Ms. Dreyfuss, “but do not touch anything. When you are finished, just come back here and I’ll see you out. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She left without further ado, through a door which they had not seen before.

They continued along the corridor, trying to get a feel of the layout of the place. Of course, they didn’t expect the kids to pop out of a closet, or to cover the entire grounds (the place was huge!), but it gave them an occasion to snoop, and they were curious men. It took them four hours to accept that they were lost. They had not met a single human being during their exploration, and they had seen only corridors after corridors of doors after doors of dark laboratories. They yelled in vain for another half-hour, and tried to radio out, but the abundance of metal and concrete interfered with their walkie-talkies. Kenny looked at his watch: 10:13 PM. “I don’t believe this. We’re stuck in here. We’ve been walking in circles.”

“I’m supposed to meet a girl tonight after my shift,” said Matt. “I need to get out.”

“It’s HOT in here,” said Tony, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“That’s true,” said Matt. The three men had been perspiring heavily; their black hair was completely wet; pearls of sweat rolled over their skin; and their police uniforms had large dark patches under their arms and on their backs. They walked around for another while, until they found a room they had never seen before. It led into a small corridor with three doors and smelled strongly of chlorine. The doors on each side of them led to locker rooms, male and female, both empty, while the third one led to a large swimming pool. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” said Tony to the others.

“We can’t,” said Kenny, “We did not get permission. And we don’t have anything to wear.”

“Come on, there doesn’t seem to be anybody here,” said Matt. “We’ll just swim in our boxers. If someone finds out, they’ll tell us how to get out!”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m going,” said Tony.

They watched him as he stripped his uniform off down to his white boxers. He had the better looking body of the three, and they were bit jealous to see it so obviously in display: the chiseled chest just hairy enough, the tall stature, the firm butt, well-outlined in his tight boxers. He dove in the pool, made a few laps, and came out. His boxers clung to his body, and had become almost transparent, leaving not much to the imagination. They could not help but look at his magnificent long cock, almost 8 inches. “It’s good,” he said, “and quite relaxing. You should give it a try.”

“Well, why not,” said Kenny. Both Matt and Kenny stripped down to their boxers. Kenny was wearing loose light-blue boxers, and Matt had black CK button fly boxerbriefs. They both jumped in the water, and enjoyed its coolness. Tony joined them, and soon they were splashing each other, playing like kids.

“I think I lost my boxers,” said Matt. He dove in, trying to look for them at the bottom of the pool, but couldn’t. On the way up, he saw that both his colleagues had lost their underwear too. Their soft cocks were floating loose in the water. When he surfaced, Tony told him: “Our uniforms are gone too, as well as our guns.” Matt looked at the spot where they had left their clothes just a short while ago. They had disappeared. “That’s impossible,” Kenny said. “They were right next to the pool. No one came in.”

“We’ll look for them later,” said Matt, strangely. For some reason, he was happy that the uniforms were gone. They were an encumbrance. In the water, he felt so free! It was just the right temperature, and it was soft, almost airy. He also enjoyed swimming in the nude, his dick and balls free to move around without any constraints. “Yeah, later,” said Kenny. Something was wrong. He should care about the clothes, the gun, their being trapped in here, but he didn’t. All he could think about was the water, the airy water, the way it was gliding on his skin. He felt all his muscles loosen, especially his anus. Tony did not add anything. He just floated away on his back, his soft cock lying on his thighs, lost in his pubic hair. Matt dove in, and circled around Kenny. He waved the water around Kenny’s legs, watching Kenny’s cock follow the flow back and forth. It was also getting hard. Matt came out of the water, and saw that Kenny’s eyes were closed. “That felt good,” said Kenny without opening them, “real good. Come closer,” he whispered. Matt swam to him, bringing his body so very close to him, but avoided any contact. He somehow felt the heat of Kenny’s body through the water. He felt also the electricity, the life, in Kenny’s body, and it tickled his own.

“What’s happening?” he whispered to Kenny. “What are we doing? Oh God! This feels like heaven. Do you feel me?”

“Yes I do,” answered Kenny. He moved his hands behind Matt’s ass, without touching it. He moved them in little circles, and Matt felt his ass open up. He was also getting quite aroused, and his penis, growing erect, touched Kenny’s, sending an intense wave of joy through both.

“Don’t mind me,” said Tony, smiling, floating around and jerking off as he watched his colleagues have some fun. Matt moved his hands around both penises, and found the perfect way to stimulate them without touching. It was a degree over jerking off, as if they had reached the point of no return but stayed there, enjoying an orgasm that didn’t come yet. Finally exhausted, both men embraced, their bodies rubbing against each other, and they released their orgasm, their cocks spurting hot cum in the water.

“Well, well, well…” said a female voice that all three knew. The three naked officers looked in the direction of the door, too ashamed to let more than their heads stick out of the water. Ms. Dreyfuss walked to the edge of the pool. “If it isn’t the three macho officers fooling around in our pool…” she said, rubbing it in. “I told you not to touch anything… You should have listened. This is not really water, you see. It is a new chemical compound, which enters the body through physical contact and has some interesting effects on the brains. Right now, you are drugged, and since you will not remember anything in a few hours, I might as well enjoy myself.”

“What do you mean?” asked Tony. He and the others were feeling groggy, but they still were conscious of the events.

“This pool is one of our many experiments on art acts controlling and orienting sexual desire. At the top intensities, sexual desire becomes sexless, which is why you were enjoying yourselves even though none of you is gay. I guess, anyway, judging from your attitude. It also lowers mental defenses, making all of you extremely sensitive to suggestion. For example, I can tell you the following: ‘Come out of this pool right now, and stand up. I am now your superior officer, and you must obey my orders…'”

In an instant, the three policemen perceived Julia as their boss, and hurried out of the pool to stand before her. Yet, they were still aware of their nakedness, and they tried to hide their genitals with their hands. Julia rather enjoyed having these three at her command. They were all handsome, and quite hung. These were men, not teenagers like the three mechanics she enjoyed a few hours ago.

“I have to make my inspection,” she said. She started with Matt, whose innocent eyes were pleading her not to abuse her authority over him. She rubbed the hair on his chest, then spread his hands open to get a closer look at his equipment. His cock was uncut, a full seven inches coming out of thick pubic hair. She grabbed it and looked Matt in the eyes, intimidating him. She then moved over to Tony, the tallest and most hung, and kissed him, rubbing his ass. Finally, she moved to Kenny, whom she manacled with cuffs taken out of her blouse. His hands securely behind his back, she was free to go down on him and use her tongue on his cock, until it grew hard and shiny with pre-cum. She moved back and said to Kenny: “I want those thick lips of yours locked around the tall one’s cock. As for you,” she said to Matt, “come here and…” She removed her skirt (she wasn’t wearing anything under) “… satisfy me.”

“Yes, sir,” said both men, almost in unison. Matt kneeled in front of her and used his tongue in ways she had never felt before, while she rinsed her eyes by watching Kenny, on his knees, his handcuffed hands just above his firm round ass, give head to a delighted Tony. After a while, she sat down on the floor, and asked Tony: “Fuck me!” She then turned to the others and commanded: “You two come to each side of me. I want to have my hands full.” Matt and Kenny placed themselves on each side of her, and she grabbed their cocks, jerking them off to the same beat as the one Tony used to fuck her. The beat increased exponentially, until the three of them reached orgasm simultaneously, Matt and Kenny creaming her face, while Tony filled her up with his manly fluid.

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When the three policemen woke up, fully dressed in their uniforms, a few hundred yards from the compound, they remembered nothing of their experiences within. The only thing they knew was that they did not want to go back in again.