Camera Ch. 1

Camera (by Mafisto)

Chapter 1
[Fantasy Casting: Keanu Reeves as Keanu, and Michael Easton as Duncan]

Jane Franklin hurried out of the classroom, her books properly embraced. She knew that Gloria and Pat were following her, but when she reached their usual parking spot she moved on, past the oblivious students flooding the corridor.

“Jane,” she heard Gloria shout behind her, “where are you going?”

Jane ignored her. It felt good. Jane liked Gloria and Pat a lot, they had always been loyal to her, and she had always been nice to them in return. But today, she was breaking the pattern. Today, Jane would be naughty. She had to.

Just before reaching the exit doors, she crossed Robert. He was calculatingly looking away from her, and it confirmed her decision. She rushed out of the school, and headed downtown.

Jane turned a corner on Orchard Street, and proceeded quickly down. She looked carefully at the building numbers. 535, 539, 541, 547. 547? Puzzled, she stopped and looked at the carefully folded note she was carrying.

Chang’s 543 Orchard Street

She looked up and away at the other side of the street, scanning the numbers. 538, 542, 544. Tears instantly began to form in her eyes. She hated herself for hoping. How could she not accept that Aunt Karen was confused when she wrote the note? Jane remembered when she had told Aunt Karen last night about the boys. She had the sparkle of lucidity in her eyes, or at least Jane thought she saw it at the time. Sparkles are easy to see when you’re hoping.

She walked back, routinely scanning the numbers. 547, 543, 541, 539, 535. Stop. She turned around and looked for the 543, hoping again. There it was, above a narrow door frame. It was obvious now, and she wondered how she could have missed it in the first place.

The narrow door frame gave onto a narrow corridor, which Jane followed through many turns and a few stairs. Finally, she saw a doorway without a door and entered the tiny boutique called “Chang’s”.

She carefully squeezed herself through crowded shelves. She indulged in scrutinizing the always vulgar items on display: a variety of leather and metal artifacts, many jars of which a few were actually labeled, statues portraying every obscene act or position imaginable. An ancient Chinese man was behind the counter, his skin paper thin. He was intently looking at her.

“I have what you want,” he suddenly said, making Jane back up a step in shock. How could he know what she wanted? She had not even spoken yet. He slowly crouched behind the counter, and reappeared long seconds later, holding a camera.

It was as large and unwieldy as it could, equipped with an accordion nose and spotted with rust. She took it, and found it even heavier than she expected.

“How much?” she asked.

“Forty-two dollars,” he answered.

Jane stared at him in bewilderment. It was the exact amount of money she had carried with her, all the money she had saved from baby-sitting at the Walton’s.

She silently took out the sum, and paid the man. In response to her expectations, he explained:

“It encourages people to make pretty pictures. The more pictures you take, the prettier people will get.”

She headed out of the store, pondering the cryptic instructions she had not dared to ask the old man to clarify. How could it be what she wanted? She wanted revenge. She wanted power over those who had humiliated her. How could she achieve that by taking “pretty pictures” of the boys?

She was still absorbed by that question a few hours later, as she was finishing the page layout of the school paper with Duncan and Keanu, her two assistants.

She had never thought that those two gorgeous “beach dudes” would one day become her most trusted helpers; but she quickly saw that behind the looks were the journalistic instincts. That made her lust for them even more. However, as a few attempts confirmed to her, they were not at all attracted to her nice plain girl image.

“Guys,” she said, “I bought a new camera. Well, not exactly new, more like an antique. Look.”

She took out the camera from her school bag, and held it up so that they could see.

“Wow! Cool!” exclaimed Duncan. “Does it work?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t tried it. Do you want to pose for me?” she asked half-jokingly, determined to test the dawn thing.

“Sure,” said Duncan. “Keanu, come here.”

They stood a few feet before her, smiling rigidly.

She pointed the camera at them, and clicked. She heard a clanking noise that worried her for a moment, but it seemed to work properly.

“Let’s take another,” proposed Keanu, putting his arm around Duncan. They took a more relaxed pose, and she took another picture.

“This is fun!” said Duncan. Jane looked at them carefully. They were acting a bit weird. They were too enthusiastic, as if they were a bit drunk. She was about to put the camera away, when she saw Duncan take his shirt off!

“Another one now,” he said. “Come on Keanu, don’t be shy. Show some skin!”

Jane could not believe what she saw. She observed them carefully as Keanu was unbuttoning his shirt. They were actually stripping for her. Not for her, she realized then. FOR THE CAMERA!

Keanu threw his shirt on the floor, and put his arm back around Duncan. They took a pose. Duncan had long dirty blond hair, which he let flow freely. He looked like one of the Baldwin brothers. Keanu had short black hair and a slightly built androgynous body.

Jane was shaking as she took a picture of those two shirtless hunks. She wondered how far this would go.

As she started to advance the film for the next picture, she saw both of them detaching their pants. She thought she was dreaming. They had both made very clear to her in the first few days she had known them that they had no social interests with her, much less any romantic interests. In her work with them, they had always been very pragmatic, avoiding any intimacy. And now this!

Both young men had removed their pants, shoes and socks now. Duncan had a pair of tight gray contour boxers, while Keanu was wearing looser black boxers. They were standing very close to each other, Keanu’s arm still around Duncan’s neck, but now Duncan’s hand was rubbing Keanu’s chest. They were looking at each other intently.

Jane hurried to take the picture, just to see what would happen next. This time, they did not remove any more clothing, but they turned towards each other. Their faces met in a warm, deep kiss.

Another picture, after which Jane felt her first orgasm. The hunks turned back towards the camera, and she saw the bulges in their respective underwear. Even in her fantasies, she had not imagined they were so well endowed. Duncan kneeled before Keanu, his hands locked on Keanu’s butt, his face rubbing against Keanu’s stretched boxers. Keanu’s eyes were closed, and his face expressed perfect delight. They stood in that position, expecting Jane’s picture.

Jane could not take it just yet. She had her finger rubbing her clit, as she stared at the two men under her camera’s spell. They were under her power, she realized. A few orgasms later, she managed to take the picture.

They came out of their frozen state instantly.

“I feel so hot,” said Duncan, as he stood up and removed his underwear, finally freeing his rock hard cock.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” said Keanu as he stroked himself through the fabric of his boxers, “but I sure love it. Duncan, I think I want to put your dick in my mouth. Is that OK?”

“Sure,” agreed Duncan. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Keanu kneeled before Duncan, and slowly inserted his long erection inside his mouth. Duncan put his hands around Keanu’s head, prompting him to swallow more. He started to moan as Keanu’s right hand fumbled with his balls, while his other hand was around his own package. They froze again in that position.

Jane could not wait any longer. She had to touch. She approached them and squeezed her breasts on Duncan’s body. They remained motionless, oblivious to her actions. She kneeled next to Keanu, and she touched their entire bodies, slowly, while masturbating. She moved her hand on Keanu’s cheek, feeling Duncan’s cock inside. She moved her hand inside Keanu’s boxers, feeling his erection. Her finger went to the tip of it, spreading his pre- cum. She placed a finger of each hand in each of their asses. She had never felt so powerful.

She went back to her desk, and took that picture, releasing them for a better one.

Keanu sucked Duncan for a while, then stood up and slid out of his boxers. They both faced her, and started to masturbate wildly. She hurriedly pointed the camera towards them again, and took a picture just as both exploded with cum.

After their orgasm, they looked a bit dazed. They dressed, absent- mindedly, as she carefully wiped all traces of cum from the room. They returned to their work, and acted as if nothing special has happened in the last quarter of an hour.

Jane had the answer to her question now though. And she knew exactly what she’d do for revenge on Robert’s gang.

The Game Ch. 1

The Game: A Domination Prequel (by Mafisto)

Chapter 1
[Fantasy Casting: Brad Pitt as Brad, Mario Lopez as Mario Lama]

Darkness. Brad felt the cold hard floor under him. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was walking home from the convenience store at 2 AM. Then, suddenly, a flash of light. Some time passed, impossible to know how long. Now, he was lying down in total darkness, groping about. He checked his clothing by touch. It seemed as though he was still wearing his T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. But his wallet, watch and grocery bag were gone. He got up, and tried to walk. After a few steps, he bumped into some large piece of furniture. He moved his hands upon it, and determined it was a bed. However, he felt something on the bed, wrapped in some kind of cloth. It was warm… It was a leg. Startled, he recoiled.

“Who is that? What do you want?” he heard.

“Turn on the lights.”

“I’m as lost as you are, man. I just woke up here too. Help me find a switch or something.”

“What’s going on? Is this a joke? Come on, guys. I’m tired. The game lasted too long. I want to go home.”

“I don’t know if this is a joke from your friends, but I’m certainly not part of it. Help me find a switch.”

“All right.”

They felt the walls until the stranger finally found a switch. It was a small white plastic square, touch-sensitive. The room came into view. It was totally bare, white, and cold. The only piece of furniture was the bed, a large white plastic box upon which a thick mattress was laid out, covered with white sheets. There seemed to be no doors, although a small cubicle next to the bed contained a shower, toilet and sink.

Brad’s companion was dressed in dirty football gear. He had curly black hair. “Where are we?” he asked.

“I have no idea. My name is Brad Perkins, I come from Redfield, Illinois.”

“I’m Mario Lama. I’m from around here, actually Boston, Mass. What was your business in Boston?”

“Hmm… Actually, last time I remember, I was still in Redfield. In fact, I was walking home.”

“Wow… One of us must have traveled hundreds of miles. This means we must have slept for hours. God! I had an exam the next day. I probably missed it already.”

“And I must be late for work. Better get out of here quick. Who would do such a thing?”

“You think we’re hostages or something?”

“I don’t know. What do you suggest we do?”

Mario sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking. He took off his running shoes and socks and placed them next to the bed. He started to massage his feet.

“Well…” he started to say. He stopped and looked at the wall behind Brad.

“What?” said Brad, turning around to see.

An opening no larger than a pea had appeared on the wall. They both ran towards it. Brad was the first to take a peek. A long white corridor was on the other side of the opening.

“How can we pry it open?” asked Mario. “Wait, I’ll take my shoulder pads off first, this feels a bit uncomfortable.”

He took off his shirt and shoulder pads, revealing a well-defined torso. Meanwhile, Brad was looking at the opening. It grew a bit larger –he could stick his little finger in it. “What happened?” asked Mario.

“I cannot tell for sure, but something made the hole grow bigger… I know! The hole first appeared when you took off your socks, and it enlarged when you took off your shirt…”

“That’s ridiculous! You mean…?”

“Let me try.” Brad took off his T-shirt. Instantly, the hole grew wider by a few millimeters.

“This weirds me out, but anything to get out of here,” said Mario. Both men started to take their pants off. Mario was now wearing only a jockstrap, while Brad, after taking his sneakers and socks off, threw his jeans on the floor and walked towards the opening, with only his white boxers on. The hole was now as big as a coconut. The men looked disappointed.

“You think if we go all the way, the hole will be big enough for us to get out?” asked Brad.

“Only one way to find out,” Mario said, sliding his jockstrap down his legs. Brad did the same with his boxers. He could not help but check out Mario’s long rod, a few inches longer than his own, which was already a little more than average length. Length is not that important, he thought. Mine is well proportioned. Mario was more interested by the hole, through which he could pass his head.

“No way we can pass through here.”

“Let me look,” said Brad, coming behind Mario. As he put his hand on Mario’s shoulder to take him out of the hole, the hole grew a bit wider.

“Take your hands off me,” said Mario, moving out of the way quickly.

“I feel real uneasy about this. It’s already bad enough that we’re two guys, strangers, who have to be naked together. Just don’t touch me.”

“All right. Don’t you think I’m uneasy about this too?”

“Eh, the hole grew again. When did that happen?”

“Actually … “

“What? Oh no. That is far enough, you’re not touching me. I’m taking a shower, and I want some privacy, understand?” He walked to his pile of clothing, and grabbed his jockstrap. He put it back o again. The hole became a bit smaller. Brad also put his boxers back.

“It’s not like I have this incredible desire to touch you either,” he said, rudely.

Mario went into the cubicle, and when the hole grew larger, Brad assumed he was now naked again. He heard the noise of the water and went to the bed. For some reason, the whole situation made him horny. He slid off his boxers, closed his eyes, and started to play with himself. A few strokes later, he was hard. He continued slowly, savoring the pleasure. He briefly opened his eyes, and saw that the hole was much larger now. He jumped out of bed, put on his boxers, and walked to the cubicle’s archway. There were no shower curtains, and he saw Mario, his eyes closed, carefully massaging a long erection full of soapsuds. He turned away and said: “Mario, come look. The hole has grown.” Mario quickly opened his eyes. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. They both ran to the hole, which had again shrunk a bit, but was still big enough for Brad to stick a shoulder out with his head.

“How come?” asked Mario.

“Maybe because of this,” said Brad, pointing to Mario’s erection, quite obvious under his towel. “And this,” he added quickly, pointing to the bump in his own boxers, as Mario was blushing.

“Well…” said Mario after a long silence. “I guess there is no way for us to get out of this weird place unless we … do it.”

“Uh uh… Listen, man, I don’t want to as much as you don’t want to. But we have to get out. I hate to play their game, but we have not got much choice.”

“I know. Let’s go gradually, so we don’t do more than we need to.” He let his towel fall to the floor, while Brad removed his boxers once again. Their erections were now half gone. They started to masturbate again, slowly, avoiding each other’s gaze. The hole grew slowly as their hard-ons returned to their full glories.

“OK, now, rub my shoulders,” said Mario, as he turned around. Brad complied. “Sorry,” he said, when his erection accidentally rubbed against Mario’s backside.

“It’s OK, I guess it’s hard to avoid.” Brad went on with Mario’s massage, while Mario was stroking himself so as not to lose his erection. It had an effect on the hole, which had never been as large. Mario then switched sides with Brad. After a few seconds of clumsily massaging Brad’s shoulders and sides, he moved his hand on Brad’s hard cock.

“Do you think if I do it to you, it will make the hole larger?”

“I don’t know, but it’s alright, man. I don’t mind.”

“I guess you can do mine too.”

They moved to the bed, sitting next to each other on its edge, then they uneasily clutched each other’s dicks, and started to jerk off, staring away at the hole. Soon, they noticed that the more they got into it, the larger the opening became, and so, encouraged by the feedback, they laid back on the bed and jerked off each other like crazy. Mario moaned and cupped his balls with his free hand; Brad pinched his nipples with his. They reached orgasm simultaneously, their semen flying to their bellies. It took them a second after that to remember the hole, but when they looked, they were pleased to see that it was wide open. Hurriedly, they jumped to their feet, grabbed their clothes on the floor, and climbed out of the room through the hole. “What next?” asked Mario, as they were both using their undies to wipe the sperm off their chests. Brad looked out. A long corridor stretched out in front of them.

“We explore,” he answered simply. They got dressed, and started to walk the length of the corridor.

The Game Ch. 2

The Game: A Domination Prequel (by Mafisto)

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, and 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 Vaseline 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 –he felt each contact of his boxers on 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 embarrassed. “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 apologize. 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 embarrassed 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.