[Warning: this story contains scenes of explicit sex involving two 
men. If such material offends you, do not read this story!]
***
THE GAME
by Mafisto
CHAPTER SEVEN
[Possible 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 on 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.
***
"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 as 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 which could give a clue as to what 
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 two 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, 
who 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 
again, 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 for Brad fucking Fraser for a while, then turned 
the fourth dial on Fraser's row, which 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 the 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 
lifelike erotic sculpture.
******
CHAPTER EIGHT
[Possible 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. He was flanked on either side 
by Officer Antonio Minelli and Officer Matt White, who shared his 
silence. 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 which 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, and 
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 
which 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 did not 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 suppose 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 a 
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 boxers 
briefs. 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 which didn't come yet. Finally, exhausted, both 
men finally 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 artifacts 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 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 of her power 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 handcuffs 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.
***
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.
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