[Warning: this story contains scenes of explicit sex involving men 
and women. If such material offends you, do not read this story!]
***
THE GAME
by Mafisto
CHAPTER NINE
[Possible Casting: Mario Lopez as Mario, Noah Wyle as Dr. Carter, 
Chris O'Donnell as Chris]
Carter and Mario awoke when they heard the door to the dining room 
open...
"Who is that?" whispered Mario. "Boy, my ass hurts. This bed is not 
too comfortable."
"I have no idea," whispered back Carter, glad that Mario did not 
remember their experience together.
They both jumped out of bed and dressed hurriedly. Some male voices 
could be heard from the dining room.
"I am not coming back here on Monday, whatever they pay me," said 
one.
"Come on, it's not that bad," said another. "Just do it for a month 
or two, and save the money. Then you can take a year off or 
something."
"Chris, what do you think?" asked the first voice.
"I'm not sure... I have to absorb what happened I guess," Chris 
said. "For now, I'll just take a shower."
Carter and Mario hid under the bed and watched as a young man 
dressed in overalls came in the bedroom. He closed the door behind 
him, and then unzipped his overalls. He stepped out of them, wearing 
only gray sweatshorts, which were all sweaty. He had short blond 
hair and bright blue eyes.
Chris walked towards the bathroom, scratching his ass with his left 
hand. Carter and Mario saw him disappear within, and waited to hear 
the sound of water running before coming out of hiding. They walked 
towards the door, and opened it. The dining room was empty. Mario 
came out of the room first, but suddenly another door opened in 
front of him. Carter panicked and pressed the door switch, closing 
the door between him and Mario.
"Who is that?" Carter heard from the bathroom. He whirled around, 
and paced the room nervously, looking for some escape. Chris came 
out of the bathroom, wearing only a white towel.
"Who are you?" he asked as he saw Carter, who froze instantly.
"I'm... I'm... lost. I'm sorry," he stuttered. "We've been trapped 
in this building for a while and cannot find a way out."
"Who's we?"
"There are four of us. The other three are out there looking for an 
exit. I stayed here, and used your bed. I was pretty tired."
"Well, I never figured the way out myself. I only know the way to 
the garage. I am leaving in an hour, you're welcome to leave with 
me."
"Great! I'll do that. Thanks."
Chris examined Carter briefly. His clothes were all sweaty and 
wrinkled, his hair disheveled.
"Do you want to take a shower?" Chris asked. "You certainly need 
one. I can lend you some clean clothes too, if you want."
"That'd be great. Thanks."
"Well, come in, I'm in a hurry to leave this place."
Chris went back in the bathroom. Carter stood there, not so sure 
what to do, until he heard Chris yell from the bathroom: "Are you 
coming or not?"
Carter undressed quickly, leaving his clothes in a pile. He walked, 
naked, to the bathroom. There were three showers, without any 
dividers. Chris was soaping himself in the furthest one, his back to 
Carter. Carter made sure to leave one shower nozzle between them, 
and turned the water on. 
It was just hot enough, and felt so good on his body. He plunged his 
face in the jet, enjoying the pressure on his shoulders. He pumped 
some soap out of the soap dispenser on the wall, and smelled it. It 
smelled like hot spices and strong musk. A few whiffs and Carter 
felt intoxicated, as the wine had made him feel. For some reason, he 
enjoyed the feeling, and felt no urge to snap out of it. He rubbed 
soap on his chest, down his legs, and lathered his balls and dick 
well.
He turned on his side, and got a glimpse of Chris, who was now 
facing him. Carter watched, amazed, as Chris, his eyes closed, was 
jerking off his soapy erect penis, apparently oblivious to Carter's 
presence. Carter was embarrassed, but could not help but stare. 
After a few seconds, Chris opened his eyes, but he looked dazed. 
Carter turned away, washing away the soap on his body. The smell 
went to his head, and he suddenly became vary aware of Chris's 
presence, naked, so close to him. As he was rinsing his cock, he 
felt a hand on his ass.
"What are you doing?" he asked, shyly. Silence. He turned around 
slowly, and saw that Chris was kneeling next to him. Chris's gaze 
was blank, and he moved his head towards Carter's dick. "Eh!" cried 
Carter. "Don't!"
The sensation of Chris's hot mouth around his penis made him forget 
the awkwardness of the situation. Chris grabbed his ass firmly, and 
sucked Carter's cock slowly and intensely, yet with a mechanical 
precision. With one hand, Carter guided Chris's head, while with the 
other, he rubbed Chris's chest, pinching his hardened nipples. 
Carter quickly became hard himself.
The water sprayed over Chris's head as he diligently gave pleasure 
to Carter. After a while, he stopped sucking and started licking 
Carter's balls. "That tickles!" said Carter, smiling. Then Chris 
turned Carter around, and started to lick Carter's ass, then his 
asshole. He used his hands to spread Carter's ass open while Carter 
put both his hands on the wall to keep his balance. The feeling of 
Chris's tongue in his ass drove him wild. He gyrated while Chris 
substituted his finger to his tongue, and then got up and inserted 
his hard dick within Carter's ass. Chris embraced Carter from 
behind, and started to fuck him slowly, silently.
Carter moved his hand to his dick and jerked himself off. Chris's 
body felt so warm; his dick was so hard inside of him. After a 
while, he felt Chris swiftly come out of him, and then felt hot cum 
sprayed over his back. That was enough to set him off too, and he 
ejaculated over the wall in front of him, his sperm dripping down to 
the drain under him.
Carter took a few moments to regain his thoughts. The water had 
washed away his cum, and he turned around to clean his back. Chris 
was drying himself with his white towel, his cock now soft, his gaze 
back to normal.
"Don't take too long," he said, as he walked out of the bathroom. 
"We'll be leaving in five minutes."
Carter watched Chris's bare butt leave with a touch of sadness. It 
was round and firm, and he was now covering it with a new pair of 
underwear, black Calvin Klein's briefs. He stopped the water 
running, then dried himself off. With a sudden thought, he pumped 
some soap in his hands and walked out towards Chris, who was putting 
a black T-shirt on.
"Smell that soap! Doesn't it smell great?" Carter said, as he put 
his hand right in front of Chris's nose.
Chris wanted to protest, but as soon as he took a breath in, he 
stopped moving. Carter rubbed some soap just below Chris's nose, and 
watched his gaze go blank again. Carter took a few breaths too, and 
started to undress Chris, who did not oppose him at all. As soon as 
he started to slide the Calvin's off Chris's hips, Carter could not 
resist taking a mouthful of Chris's soft, thick cock, dangling 
daringly in front of his face. He sensed it harden in his mouth, and 
it made him the more horny.
"Do you like that?" he asked Chris.
"Yeah," growled Chris monotonously. "It feels great."
"Well, lie down on the bed on all fours, you'll feel even greater."
Chris obeyed slowly, finally projecting his ass right in front of 
Carter, who, after preparing it with a wet finger, did not lose any 
time inserting his cock inside the dazed one's firm ass.
Carter found it even more enjoyable than he had imagined. He knew 
that his desire for that young man's body was an effect of the soap, 
and that he would have been repulsed by this very act had he not 
been under its influence. Yet, with the intense desire came the 
intense joy of satisfying it, and his pleasure centers were 
overwhelmed. He came rapidly, and hurried to clean the mess with his 
towel. He urged Chris to dress, and did so himself, using clothes 
from Chris's closet next to the bed. He stole a kiss from Chris's 
lips just moment before Chris regained his senses.
"Boy, I just lost it for a moment," Chris said, holding his head. "I 
must be exhausted from this weird week. Are you ready?"
"Yeah," said Carter, with a smile.
"Let's go." He opened the door, and the two young men came out of 
the room.
CHAPTER TEN
[Possible Casting: Chris Demetral as Chris, Mark-Paul Gosselar 
(young) as Mark, Mario Lopez as Mario, Joey Lawrence as Joey]
A short while ago, Mario came out of Chris's room, and suddenly a 
door opened in front of him. Carter panicked and pressed the door 
switch, closing the door between Mario and him.
Mario stood there, trapped, as he saw a guy with curly dark hair 
come out of the door in front of him, startled at his sight. He was 
wearing a black T-shirt, jeans and a white shirt.
"Who are you?" Joey asked. "Are you a friend of Chris? And why are 
you dressed in football gear?"
"No... I mean yes... I mean," he said, catching his breath, "I mean 
I don't know him, so I don't know if we'd be friends."
"You're not supposed to be here, are you?"
"I was kidnapped and brought here against my will. Maybe you know 
why?" asked Mario, getting a bit aggressive.
"Kidnapped? With what just happened to me, I'll believe anything. I 
have nothing to do with it, however. If you don't mind, I'm getting 
out of here."
He walked towards the door.
"You mean you know a way out? I'm going with you," Mario said, 
forgetting Carter in his excitement.
They came out of the room.
After a few turns in the corridor, they met two teenagers coming 
towards them. One was dark-haired, with jeans, T-shirt and dark 
purple shirt like Joey; the other was a blonde wearing pastel-
colored gym shorts and a white T-shirt.
"It's blocked that way," said Chris. "A dead end."
"What do you mean a dead end?" spouted Joey. "That's the way I took 
on Monday. It was not a dead end on Monday."
"It was not a dead end ten minutes ago but it became one," said 
Mark, impatiently. "Sorry."
"Well, how are we gonna get out of here?" panicked Joey.
"Let's go back to the room," said Mario, "and join your friend Chris 
and my friend Carter. They'll know what to do."
"Eh Mario!" said Mark enthusiastically. "Don't you remember me? 
We're in the same Biology class."
"Yeah," said Mario, "you're Mark, right. What are you doing here? 
Were you kidnapped like me?"
"Yeah, right during Mr. Finley's class. I think he has something to 
do with that."
The four of them started walking back to the room, chatting about 
their experiences. They passed a room that they had not seen before, 
from behind which door they could hear music.
"Should we go in?" asked Chris. "Maybe someone in there knows a way 
out."
"Why not," sighed Joey. "I don't like this at all."
They entered the room. It was a living room, with blue carpet and a 
large black sofa. Large potted plants were on each side of that 
sofa. A distinguished woman of about fifty sat on the sofa, dressed 
in an expensive dress.
"Four! I did not ask for four. Well, you can stay, but I'm not 
paying a penny more. Close the door, please."
Mark, who was the last in, obliged her. The music became louder. It 
was dance music of some sort, cheap and cheesy.
"We're not who you're looking for. Do you know a way out of here?" 
yelled Joey. 
"What?" yelled the woman back.
"Do you know a way out of here?" repeated Joey.
"I can't hear you either. Now, start dancing, I don't have all 
night."
To his surprise, Joey felt compelled to obey the woman's orders and 
he started to dance. "What's going on?" he asked worriedly.
"You too. All of you." she continued. "Feel the music..." she added, 
tapping her foot.
The three others joined Joey, all sporting amazed looks.
"I hate this  *&^#$ place!" cursed Mario, as he went down and up 
again, twisting his hips. "This is the second time I get fooled." he 
added, forgetting his recent experience with Carter.
"That's good," the woman said. "Now, show me some skin."
Chris was the first to respond to the command. He unbuttoned his 
shirt sleeves, then removed the shirt, throwing it on the floor. 
Mark lifted his T-shirt slowly, revealing inch by inch of his belly. 
Joey took off his shirt too, and started on the T-shirt. Mario bared 
his torso completely.
The woman watched, as she spread her legs open. They saw that she 
was not wearing any underpants.
"Four of you, that's so good. Now, be good boys and give me your 
pants..."
Mark who had not finished removing his T-shirt, yanked down his gym 
shorts and threw them at the woman. He was not wearing anything 
underneath, and his soft cock bumped from side to side as he pursued 
his dancing, half-naked.
Chris and Joey unzipped their jeans and let them slip down with 
their moves, then stepped out of them. Chris was wearing light blue 
boxers, while Joey wore black jockeys. Finally Mario stripped down 
to his jockstrap; he gave her a full view of his ass before throwing 
his football pants at her.
One of the woman's hand played with the young men's pants beside 
her, while the other started to caress her pussy. She motioned for 
them to get closer to her, which they did, forming a half-circle 
around the sofa. Facing her was Mark, who had finally gotten rid of 
his T-shirt, and was now completely naked. She fondled his thighs, 
then his buttocks, and got him rock hard without even touching his 
dick.
"Get on all fours," she ordered Mario. "This young man here wants to 
fuck that young footballer's ass of yours."
"Yeah," said Mark, entranced, "I want to fuck your ass Mario. Give 
it to me!"
Mario got on all fours and said: "Fuck it good Mark. This is live 
Biology!"
Mark swiftly penetrated Mario's ass, rubbing Mario's back as he 
started to fuck him. Chris and Joey, still dressed in their black T-
shirt and their underpants, danced on each side of the anal duo.
The woman got up and kissed Joey, as her hands found their way under 
his shirt. She removed it, then licked her way down to the jockeys. 
She appraised his cock inside the briefs, as he pursued his dance. 
She cast a glance at Chris, who walked next to Joey, then resumed 
dancing. She repeated the moves she had done with Joey, but this 
time, she got a taste of the real thing through the slit in the 
boxers. When she was finished with Chris, his fully erect penis 
peeked out of his boxers through the slit.
"Now your turn," she said, as she removed her dress and sat back on 
the sofa, naked, legs wide open.
Joey and Chris kneeled next to her and started licking her cunt 
avidly, while she watched Mark ejaculate all over Mario's back.
"Lick it!" she commanded, and he did, his tongue lapping at his own 
hot cum off his friend's back and down his friend's ass crack.
"Now, it's your turn to fuck him. You really want to fuck him, and 
he really wants you to."
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck his soft round ass," whispered Mario, taking 
off his jock.
"Please fuck it," said Mark, as he bent over and wiggled his ass in 
his friend's face. "It needs a good fuck."
Mario played with Mark's ass, preparing for his intrusion. He spat 
on his cock tip, and slowly got inside Mark, who wiggled and yelled: 
"Goooood! Niiiice!"
Meanwhile, the woman tore off Chris and Joey's underpants, and 
smelled them as they continued their attentions.
"Why don't you give some head to your friend here?" she asked Chris. 
"He seems not to enjoy himself as much as you."
"All righty." Chris turned his head towards Joey's still soft cock, 
and licked it, cupping his balls in his palm. Joey's face showed he 
was enjoying it. Chris's other hand went to his own dick, which he 
jerked off. Soon, Chris was licking a hard stick, and he sucked on 
it as Joey's body contorted with delight. Chris increased his 
jerking off speed gradually.
"I'm gonna cum," warned Joey, but Chris maintained his lips lock on 
his dick, swallowing every drop of sperm spurting out of Joey's 
cock. He came a little while later, spraying Joey's legs with his 
own hot stuff.
Both of them got up and continued to dance in the nude, frequently 
rubbing against each other, while Mario continued to pump Mark's 
ass. When Mario finally covered Mark's ass with his creamy stuff, 
the four of them crashed to the floor, completely spent. They fell 
asleep on the carpet, four babies in the buff, while the 
distinguished woman left the room, not without having quite her 
share of orgasms.
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