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.

The Game Ch. 3

The Game: A Domination Prequel (by Mafisto)

Chapter 3
[Fantasy Casting: Chris Demetral as Chris, Jonathan Brandis as Jon, Mark-Paul Gosselar (young) as Mark, Scott Wolf as Scott]

Prof. Finley studied the device in his hands carefully. A small black box with an antenna, two small arrow buttons and a LCD display. He then looked at the four teens lying on the beds before him, sleeping. It must all be a joke, another one of those tricks these brats were pulling on him. Yet, he thought as he sat back at the desk, this is beyond their intellectual abilities. He felt uneasy about the whole situation. He had never even met in person the people who sold him this “arrangement”. The room, white and bare of any furnishing except the desk and the beds, gave him the creeps; the door from which he had come in had disappeared. Oh well, he finally thought as he saw some movement from the teens on the bed, I paid ten thousand dollars for this, so I might as well enjoy it. Mark and Scott were getting awake. They looked around, eyes semi-closed, trying to assess their location. Then Scott saw him, and asked: “Prof. Finley? What are you doing here? Where are we?” They got out of bed, which seemed to wake Chris and Jon.

“Well, as soon as everyone is up, I’ll tell you,” said Prof. Finley with a nervousness in his voice. I must keep calm, he thought, keep calm.

“Last thing I remember was that we were in your classroom for suspension,” said Mark, yawning and stretching, “and then there was that… smell, and… everyone collapsed.” Jon and Chris had just joined their fellow students in front of his desk. All were wearing jeans, T-shirt and a dark shirt except Mark, who was wearing gym shorts and T-shirt. They all looked confused, and a bit groggy.

“I’m afraid you’ve all been a bit sick,” explained Prof. Finley, calmer now. “There was a leak in the gas pipes, and it filled our classroom rather quickly. They’ve put us here in this hospital room to check if everything is OK.”

“Well, I’m OK,” said Jon, “and I’m going home.” He turned around, looking for a door. “Where’s the door? In the bathroom?” He walked towards the bathroom, looked on each side of the shower stalls, and came back. “We’re trapped here! There’s no door.”

“Don’t panic!” said Prof. Finley. “They’ve sealed us in here until I’ve tested everyone.”

“That’s ridiculous!” yelled Chris. “I’ve never heard such bullshit in all my life. Where are we? Let us get out of here, Finley!”

Finley frowned. I hate these brats, he thought. He studied their rebellious faces for a moment. Well, we’ll see if the device works as promised. He pointed the device towards Chris. The LCD indicated 10. “What is that?” said Chris. He looked at it suspiciously. Finley pressed the arrow button until the display indicated 7. He then watched carefully as Chris swallowed, closed his eyes and opened them again.

“It’s a device to check the level of intoxication,” said Finley, in a loud clear voice.

“Right,” said Chris, “a device to check the level of intoxication. That makes sense,” he agreed.

“That does not make sense,” said Jon. “Chris, you’re so gullible. I’ve never heard something so stupid in my life.”

“Yeah,” agreed Scott. “Prof. Finley, can you please let us get out of here? I’m serious.”

Finley stayed silent, pointed the device towards Jon, and once again adjusted the level to 7. Jon’s facial expression instantly changed from anger, to confusion, to a dead pan. Finley pointed the ice towards Scott next, who recoiled from him. “What is that thing? Take it away from me!” Finley did not flinch. He adjusted the level to 7 for Scott as well, and said in a loud, clear voice again, “It’s a device to check your level of intoxication. I’m afraid you’ve all been intoxicated, and we must proceed with caution.”

The four teenagers that faced him had now a look of worry on their faces. All their suspicions were gone, thanks to the device’s real purpose, which was to reduce their inhibitions level. At level 7 they would be more susceptible to believe anything that made the slightest bit of sense, as if they were dreaming. Finley was finally in control of those rebels who disrupted his classes constantly. “What do we have to do to detoxicate ourselves?” asked Scott. He and the others looked at Finley expectantly. Finley coughed a bit to clear his throat. This was the moment of truth.

“You must take off your clothes first,” he said in a clear voice.

“What?” asked Jon and Chris at the same time.

“Are you nuts? I’m not taking my clothes off!” concluded Mark.

“Neither am I,” said Scott. Finley said nothing. He raised the box again, set it to 5, and then panned the four boys.

He then said: “You must do it. Your health is in danger.” He watched them as their hesitations seemed to vanish completely.

“It’s a question of health,” said Chris, as he removed his shirt and T-shirt.

“We must do it,” said Scott. He also stripped down to his torso, quickly joined by Mark.

Jon, though, resisted: “I’m not taking anything off.” Finley looked at him, and Jon maintained the gaze strongly. He had always been the leader, the strong-headed one who defied Finley’s authority constantly. But not this time, kiddo, he thought, this time you’ll be listening to me! He impatiently used the control to bring Jon’s inhibitions level down to 2. Jon started to shiver. Finley suddenly got scared – he had been told not to drop the boys’ inhibitions too quickly. But then Jon smiled a dazed smile. Finley approached him, and grabbed one of his butt cheeks. Jon did not react.

Finley then told him: “Jon, could you give me your shirt and T-shirt, for a moment.” Jon answered, dazedly, “Yeah. Just a moment.” He then took both off, and handed them to Finley.

Finley grabbed them, smelled the boy’s smell on it, and then turned towards the others with the naked torsos. “Come on, guys, you must take them all off.” He was wondering if he would need to use the control again. As he watched Chris and Scott strip from their jeans, he was relieved that they did not need any further persuasion. Meanwhile, he slid his hand up Jon’s thigh, then felt the teenager’s crotch through his jeans. To be able to do that to the defiant kid was arousing him. Let’s have some fun with the kid, he decided. As he let his hands feel Jon’s lower body through his jeans, he asked him a few questions. “Jon, describe what you’re wearing under these jeans.”

“My underwear,” was Jon’s instant response. “They’re black Fruit-of-the-Looms.”

“Show me!”

Jon obliged by detaching his jeans and let them fell to the floor.

“Good. Now what do you hide inside these underwear?”

“My penis and testicles,” Jon answered, innocently. “And my butt,” he added, after a moment’s reflection.

“Show me!” Jon slid the underwear off. He grabbed his crotch and said, naively: “Well, this is my penis, and testicles.” He then turned around, pointed a finger to his ass and said: “And this is my ass.”

“Good!” said Finley. He studied the boy as he was unaffectedly displaying his naked body before him. He savored his moment of victory over Jon’s will. This alone was worth the ten grand, he thought.

He then turned to check the other three: Scott and Chris were in boxers, but Mark was still wearing his gym shorts. “What’s the matter Mark?” Finley asked, as he used the remote to lower Mark’s inhibitions to 3. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” confessed Mark. He got a bit confused, then said, “but I guess that’s OK.” He slid his gym shorts off, giving everyone a full view of his soft cock. He then absent-mindedly started to scratch it, as he threw his shorts to the floor with his socks and gym shoes. Chris and Scott were silent. Finley thought it was time for them to get in the fun. He used the control to lower their inhibitions to 2 also, and then kneeled in front of them. He grabbed Chris’s boxers with his left hand and Scott’s boxers with his right hand, and pulled them down. He got a hard-on instantly, looking at their soft penises hanging just before his face. He got up, and stood back to enjoy the view of his four most rebellious pupils, standing there before him, naked and totally vulnerable. “Now,” he said, “to the showers. Let’s clean you up!” They hurried to the showers, and soon were soaping themselves up. Finley retired to a bench. He took off his clothes, and sat back, enjoying the view of these four teenagers showering. Then he asked Jon: “Jon, what do think about when you masturbate?”

Jon turned towards him and answered, as he placed his ass in the water flow to remove the soap: “Well, I make up a story in my head.”

“Give me an example.”

Jon thought about it for a moment, as he was putting some soap in his pubic area.

“There this one in which I bring Sonia home after school. We go in my gym in the basement, and I start to do some abdominals. She gets real excited, telling me how strong I am…” As he was telling his story, Jon absent-mindedly started to play with his dick, and it was quickly becoming hard. The others were also listening, and it had the same effect on them –lacking any inhibitions, they acted on their urges to masturbate too.

“And she’s taking her clothes off, piece by piece, saying how a strong man like me deserves some encouragement. When she’s all naked, she kneels in front of me and takes my pants off…” The only sound that could be heard now above Jon’s voice was the water running as Jon, his three friends, and Finley, were all fondling their long erections.

“She starts to suck me…”

“Wait,” interrupted Finley, “to get more in the mood, why doesn’t Chris suck you?”

“I don’t know if I want to,” said Chris. Finley reached for the box. He lowered the group’s inhibitions to “0”.

“Chris?” he then asked.

“Sure, why not?” said Chris. He kneeled in front of Jon, put Jon’s full erection in his mouth, and started to suck it as if he had done that all his life. Jon continued his story as Chris was giving him head. “Yeah, so she sucks me… hmmm… and it feels so good… awww… and her mouth is warm, like Chris’s is right now, warm and wet… and she climbs on me, inserts my cock in her pussy, and I fuck her… boy… I’m coming!” Chris swallowed Jon’s full load. This was too much for Finley, who came almost immediately after, his own cum covering his torso. “Scott, Mark, come lick this for me, would you?”

“Certainly sir,” said Scott. They kneeled on each side of him and he watched as their young tongues carefully licked his cum off his chest.

He took a minute or two to recover as the teens toweled themselves dry, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“Are we detoxicated?” asked Chris.

“Jon and I are,” said Finley. “But you three will need to ejaculate to make sure you are completely detoxicated.” This story was getting so ridiculous, but they swallowed it like the gullible stupid little shits that they were. “We’re gonna help you do that, aren’t we Jon?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Just lie down on the bed. I will take care of Chris and Scott, while Jon will take care of Mark.”

“OK!” they all said, almost at once. Jon soon had Mark’s cock in his mouth. Finley pushed Chris and Scott’s beds together, then sat between them. He jerked them off as they were sucking his dick. I felt so good to have their pricks in his hands. He felt totally in control. He alternated sucking one and jerking the other, until both had cum in his mouth. He swallowed their rich juices, and watched Jon doing the same with Mark’s. There was one last thing he wanted to do.

“OK, all of you except Jon can go to sleep. You need to rest for a full hour before we go. But Jon,” you fucking brat, “there is one last step for you.”

The three other boys went to bed and quickly were asleep. Meanwhile, Finley turned Jon around, and placed his ass in front of him. He spat on a finger, inserted it in Jon’s clean ass, and played with it until Jon’s ass had relaxed. He then penetrated the kid from behind, and it felt great. Each pumping was ecstasy. He only managed a dozen before he came all over Jon’s back. He then pushed him on the bed and said: “That’s OK, kid, you’re all detoxicated now.”

“Great,” said Jon. He wiped his back with the bed’s sheets, and quickly joined his friends in sleep. Finley took a long look at the four teens, sleeping in the nude, so innocent, so vulnerable. Then he got out of the room through the hole that had appeared a few minutes ago. But before he left, he used the box to raise the boys’ inhibitions to their former level.

An hour later, the four teens woke up. They quickly went to their clothes and dressed, red with embarrassment. With their full inhibitions back, each moment they remembered was a shock to them. They got out of the room through the hole, and walked the length of the white corridor, trying to find out where they were, but too humiliated to talk to each other.