[Warning: this story contains scenes of explicit sex involving two 
men. If such material offends you, do not read this story!]
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THE GAME
by Mafisto
CHAPTER ONE
[Possible Casting: Brad Pitt as Brad, Mario Lopez as Mario]
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 matress was laid out, covered with white sheets. There 
seemed to be no doors, although a small cubicle next to it 
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 you 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 
on 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, savouring 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, simply.
"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 awright, 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 dick, 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.
******
CHAPTER TWO
[Possible 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 was 
not room 206, although it looked like a hospital room, all white 
walls, a bed with white sheets, 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 up 
to wake him.
"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."
"Please 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 medecines. 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 vasoline 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 extrermely sensitive, 
he he felt each contact of his boxers and 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 embarassed.
"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 hands 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's 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 apologise. 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 
embarassed to talk or look at each other for forty minutes.
It was Carter who finally broke the silence when he saw a door to 
the 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.
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