[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 FIVE
[Possible Casting: Michael J. Fox as Michael, Matthew Broderick as 
Matthew]
Michael paced the plain conference room nervously. Matthew and he 
had been waiting for over an hour for their clients to show, and 
they had no idea how long they would take to show up. Still, for a 
business deal of that magnitude, one could wait a bit. Their 
commission on the deal would be close to half a million dollars 
each, not bad for about a week's work.  They had only spoken to 
these clients on the phone, and they sounded peculiar to say the 
least. Having never heard of "Tests Inc.", Matthew did some 
background research on them - he could not find any information, 
except that they were legit, and that they were huge.
It was not their client's secrecy which was disturbing them as 
much as the way they had been brought to this room - a secret 
meeting in a park, during which they had been blindfolded and led 
inside a car. Neither of them knew how long the trip took, because 
they had both fallen asleep during, and they had woken up in this 
conference room. Not a very impressive beginning for a pitch, 
getting there asleep... Yet, they suspected their slumber had been 
planned by their mysterious hosts.
They heard a voice coming from speakers inside the ceiling. It 
reverberated through the almost empty room. 
"Greetings, gentlemen. Tests Inc. is interested in marketing a new 
line of products and services, and "Prowlan & Graham", your 
company, provided this interview goes well, has been chosen to 
represent us. You have fifteen minutes to tell us about the 
advantages of using your agency. Be concise and to the point."
"Could we have an idea of which field you operate in?" asked 
Matthew. "It would give some direction to our pitch."
The voice answered immediately, with a trace of impatience in its 
otherwise cold tone: "At this stage, we only wish a general view 
of your company."
Michael scowled at Matthew. Not knowing the main business of their 
client made the pitch a lot harder.
They used their fifteen minutes well, concentrating on the 
flexibility of the agency, on their wide range of clientele. They 
managed to keep all options open. But, at the end, they had no 
idea if they were right on target or totally off. Both were 
sweating in their business suits, waiting for feedback.
"Excellent," said the voice after a few minutes, which brought 
instant smiles on their faces. "You passed the first test." The 
smiles disappeared.
A woman entered the room, pushing a cart full of unlabeled bottles 
and electronic equipment. She was about forty, red-haired, and 
sour-looking. Her pink lab coat had a name tag identifying her as 
"Georgia Winters, Lab Assistant".
"Ms. Winters will now have you try on a few of our products, after 
which I will ask you some questions. The more precise you will be 
in describing our products, the more chances you will have to be 
awarded our account."
"Thank you, sir," said Michael, sincerely. At last, they would 
know what they had to market. "I must say we are quite curious at 
this stage." He turned towards the stern assistant, scanning the 
contents of the cart. "So, Ms. Winters, what do we have to do?"
"Take off your shirts," she said in an austere voice, "and put 
some of this body lotion." She held out a green bottle in front of 
them.
It startled them, and they looked at each other, confused.
"Go on," she ordered, "we don't have all day."
"Well, all right," said Matthew. Both slowly proceeded to remove 
their ties, which they laid neatly on the table. Next were the 
jackets, carefully wrapped on the back of conference chairs.
The stressed situation had made them sweat, and they both had wet 
circles on their shirts's underarms. They unbuttoned their shirts, 
and placed them, folded, on the table. Finally, they slid off 
their T-shirts, baring their smooth chests, and also placed them 
on the table. They both had light tans on swimmer's builts.
Grabbing the green bottle offered by Mrs. Winters, Michael put 
some lotion in his hands - it was milky green with a eerily spicy, 
musky smell - and gave the bottle to Matthew to do the same. They 
studied the smell attentively before they rubbed the lotion on 
their faces and chests.
Matthew was the first to dare express an opinion. "The odor, of 
hot spices and strong musk, is very masculine. It is soothing and 
comfortable."
"I feel like a ton of bricks have been removed from my shoulders," 
said Michael, sincerely. "I sense muscles I never knew I had, 
relaxing. This is great. I feel like it penetrates every pore of 
my body, and massages inside the skin. That would be a great idea 
for an animation in a TV commercial!" he exclaimed.
"True," approved Matthew. "I can see it, little green masseuses 
working their fingers on tensed muscles under a layer of skin... 
Good idea."
"You have to put some on your legs too," interrupted Ms. Winters, 
without a smile.
"I don't really think it's necessary," countered Michael, 
uneasily. The thought of stripping before that woman, who looked 
like his fourth grade teacher, was making him shiver.
"You have to put some on your legs too," repeated Ms. Winters, 
unmoved.
The two managers looked at each other, but did not dare contradict 
her. Hell, for such a big account, they could fuck her for all 
they cared. They detached their belts, unzipped their pants and 
dropped them to the floor, after taking off their shoes and socks.
When Matthew had stripped down to his purple boxers and Michael to 
his gray briefs, they rubbed more lotion on their legs and feet. 
They felt the cold stare of Mrs. Winters on their bodies, and it 
made them feel helpless.
"It tingles," said Michael. "It really removes every sign of 
stress. And the smell," he said, inhaling deeply from his hands, 
"is just so stimulating, so invigorating."
"You're right," said Matthew, sniffing his body, "the smell really 
makes one feel sexy... alive. We'll have no trouble selling that 
product."
"No, not at all," said Michael. "I think it has some aphrodisiac 
qualities too. I feel horny as hell..." he blurted out, then 
blushed when he looked at Mrs. Winters. "Sorry."
"No apologies necessary," she said icily. "Do not censor 
yourselves, we are all adults here. The lotion does contain a new 
chemical which stimulates libido."
"Well, it works," approved Michael. He turned his back at Matthew. 
"Eh, Matthew, could you do my back? I want the full treatment. I 
have some tense muscles in there."
"No problem, as long as you do mine afterwards."
"Deal."
Matthew massaged Michael's back with the lotion, starting with the 
shoulders, and working his way down. When he reached Michael's 
lower back, Michael repeated Mrs. Winters words:
"We are all adults here? No censoring?"
Mrs. Winters nodded.
Michael routinely stepped out of his briefs, apparently not self-
conscious at all to face her completely naked. Matthew gave him a 
good buttocks massage, during which Michael gradually got a hard-
on.
"My turn now," said Matthew, taking off his boxers. "This is a 
very exciting product."
"I feel hot and horny," said Michael. He started Matthew's back 
massage, but stopped periodically to jerk off for a few seconds. 
His cock was oozing pre-cum.
When he finished Matthew's ass, Michael continued rubbing lotion 
on Matthew's balls and dick, stroking the latter until it was long 
and hard.
"My turn now," whispered Michael to Matthew's ear.
Matthew grabbed Michael body, sat him on the conference table, 
making him lean his back on it. He rubbed some lotion on Michael's 
genitalia, jerking him off. Then, he swallowed his cock, sucking 
on it, all the while breathing the spicy smell of the lotion on 
Michael's belly.
Ms. Winters watched the scene with limited interest.
Matthew then started to lick Michael's chest all over, working his 
way up to Michael's mouth. He then leaned on Michael, rubbing the 
length of his body on his, while kissing Michael, invading 
Michael's mouth with his tongue, his hands playing with Michael's 
hair. They were now completely oblivious to Mrs. Winters, and had 
lost all self-control.
"Now, is that a way to behave?" she asked, with a parental tone. 
"Stand up and face me."
The two managers stopped immediately and fumbled to their feet. 
They stood there, red with embarrassment, their erections pointing 
towards her. She circled them, and ordered:
"Bend over, both of you, you will get what you deserve."
They obeyed her, not because they recognized her authority, but 
because they were so turned on that they enjoyed the role-playing. 
In a way, they sensed that their clients were watching the 
developments with interest.
Slam! Her dry, rigid opened palm hit Matthew's butt square. He 
yelled: "Owww...  I apologize Mrs. Winters..." Slam! "... for our 
unforgivable public display..." Slam!
She moved to Michael. Slam! "Yeow!" the shorter one yelled in 
turn, "We will try to establish a company policy..." Slam! "... 
preventing managers from having sex together in front of clients." 
Slam!
She stared at their darkened asses, which they were rubbing 
slowly.
Suddenly, the voice in the speakers could be heard:
"Thank you for your presentation. We enjoyed it immensely. We 
still have some other products for you to test, so Mrs. Winters 
will accompany you to your quarters, where you will shower and 
wait for further instructions."
"But we are not guinea pigs," dared to protest Matthew, "we're 
account managers."
Michael was picking up his gray briefs on the floor, when he felt 
a painful grip on his arm.
"We will supply you with proper clothes. Leave your belonging 
here, they will be returned to you later."
The voice from the speakers was clear. "If you want our account, 
you will obey our orders."
Mrs. Winters pushed the cart out of the room, and the two naked 
managers followed behind pathetically, into a long, white 
corridor.
******
CHAPTER SIX
[Possible Casting: Joey Lawrence as Joey, Chris O'Donnell as Chris, 
Marky Mark as Mark, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss as Ms. Dreyfuss]
"So, what do you think? Are we working for the Mafia or not?"
Joey wiped the excess oil from his fingers with a greasy rag as he 
looked towards Chris's feet sticking out from under the van, 
awaiting an answer. Instead, the answer came from Mark, who was 
balancing a tire on a high-tech machine.
"Well, for the Mafia, they sure spend a lot on equipment. I've never 
seen a repair shop that was so full of electronic gizmos. Most of 
this stuff, I didn't even know that it existed! It sure makes our 
work simpler, so I'm not complaining, as long as I get the 
paycheck."
Chris rolled from under the van. He was holding a large wrench, 
which he exchanged for a smaller one in his toolbox. Before sliding 
back, he mentioned:
"We'll see today. I heard the boss is bringing our first paycheck 
himself. I wonder what he looks like."
Joey could not contain himself.
"I don't get you guys! They bring us here in a van with no windows, 
so we don't even know where we are; they keep us prisoners here all 
week..."
"I would not go that far..." interrupted Mark. "I'm sure if there 
was an emergency or something, they would drive us back. Plus, we 
can use the phone, and we have TV's in our rooms with 150 channels, 
and we have access to a gym. I don't call that being a prisoner."
Joey sat on the worktable, and threw the rag beside him.
"Not being able to go out IS being a prisoner, and..."
"So we meet again," interrupted a confident female voice. "How 
nice..."
Joey and Mark turned towards the door frame. A short woman with long 
black hair had just entered the room, dressed in bland business 
clothes, and holding envelopes. Chris rolled from under the car, as 
he also had recognized the voice. It was the voice of Ms. Dreyfuss, 
a woman who had her car repaired at their former shop about a month 
ago, and whose bill they had salted and peppered in abundance. When 
she complained, they had refused to give her car back. She was in 
urgent need of it, and so she had paid. But not before warning them 
that they would regret it...
"Are you... I mean," stuttered Mark, "are you our boss?"
She walked toward them, smiling. She stopped at Chris's feet, 
handing them their paychecks envelopes.
"Yes," she said arrogantly. "I own your asses."
"Well, you're gonna answer a few questions," said Joey, snatching 
his envelope from her hands. "First of all, where are we? Who are we 
working for?"
"You know very well that under your contract, you are not to ask any 
questions..." she said. She laughed. "You only need to know that 
you're working for me."
"Well, I quit," said Joey. He walked towards the door. "I'm not 
working for you. I hate this place anyway."
"Look at your paycheck," she asked.
Joey stopped. "I don't care..." he started to say, but stopped when 
he saw the amount. "There must be a mistake."
"There... isn't," she said, smiling, dragging her words.
"Then what's the catch?" asked Chris. "This is a check for $5,000. 
That's twenty times as much as what we usually earn."
"I'm not complaining," said Mark. "Thank you boss!" He saluted her, 
smiling.
"The catch is..." She was dragging her words again. "...We need your 
full cooperation. This is the easiest way to obtain it."
"And if we refuse?" asked Joey, defiantly.
She walked towards him, her eyes locked on his. "We have other means 
to obtain what we want. They can be nasty. You don't really want to 
know about them, do you, Mr. Robert Hays?"
Joey started at the name. She knew his real identity! Dawn witness 
protection program. The law could not protect him. He had testified 
against the fucking mob, for God's sake! How could he be so naive: 
these people were good.
"I take your silence for a no, then." She looked triumphant. She 
walked towards the work table and sat on it, as a queen on her 
throne. "Now, let's start with a few changes. First of all, the 
dress code. I don't like your uniforms, so take them off."
"What? You mean work in our underwear?" asked Chris. "What are you, 
some kind of pervert? Is that what we're paid for, to be your little 
showboys?"
"It's a start," she laughed. "Now, don't discuss my commands, obey 
them, silently."
The men dared not oppose her. Joey had his will crushed, and the two 
others were afraid of what the woman could do to them. So what if 
they played gigolo, the pay was good. They unzipped their overalls, 
and threw them in a pile under the work table. None of them wore T-
shirts, all of them wore work boots and gray wool socks. Mark was 
wearing white tight Calvin Klein drawers which did not leave much to 
the imagination; his chest was smooth and athletic. Chris had gray 
sweatshorts, and his body had more of a swimmer's built. Joey's body 
was covered with soft, blond hair; he wore black jockeys.
They laughed nervously as they went back to work, under Ms. 
Dreyfuss's close scrutiny. They felt uneasy, and powerless. They 
were also a bit fearful of the next "commands". For surely, she had 
other things in mind...
Ms. Dreyfuss enjoyed the view from her throne. She watched them, 
hard at work, their bodies dirty with grease. She gazed at their 
bare muscles, contracting and expanding in the natural course of 
their work. She stared at their crutches, which with every move and 
stretch, gave hints as to the shape of what was hidden from her 
view.
They finished their work for the day, and cleaned the workshop, all 
the while being watched by Ms. Dreyfuss. They were about to get to 
their clothes when she interrupted:
"No, no, no, you guys. No way. Your day has just started. Now, 
you'll be really earning your paycheck."
They stood there, speechless. "What else?" finally asked Chris. 
"We've finished the work here, they'll only bring the other vans 
tomorrow."
"Well, I'm not satisfied with your work," she said mockingly. "You 
do want your boss to be satisfied, don't you?"
Silence.
"Don't you?" she repeated, with some authority. "Answer me."
"I guess..." trailed Chris. "What do we have to do?"
"The three of you will stand before me. With the price I am paying 
for your services, I expect to conduct a full inspection of what I 
am buying, which is your bodies, in fact."
"No way," said Joey. "I was expecting something like that. Working 
in our underwear is one thing, but letting you 'inspect' our 
privates is another. You can't buy that."
"Same for me," said Chris.
"I don't mind," said Mark. "You're the boss."
"Well, both of you should imitate Mark," she said to Joey and Chris. 
"He has the right attitude. I have access to a lot of resources here 
to help me get what I want, but I much rather like to get it from 
you willingly... or at least with your minds clear."
Chris shuddered at her words. He and Joey were playing tough, but 
they were terrified of her, and most importantly, the organization 
behind her, be it the Mafia or something else.
"All right," said Joey, "I'll play the game. For now."
Chris simply nodded.
Ms. Dreyfuss jumped down from the table, and approached Joey and 
Chris. She cupped their genitals through their underwear with each 
hand, looking at Joey straight in the eyes. He lowered his gaze. She 
had won. For now.
She fondled their packages from outside, then inserted her hands 
into their drawers, feeling their pubic hair, and working down to 
their cocks.
"Boys, I think you like that. You're both a bit hard. Let me see if 
I can improve that."
She gave a look at Mark, whose hard dick struggled to come out of 
his tights. "For God's sake, Mark, take it out."
He instantly freed his dick, sliding his undies halfway down. She 
was impressed by its size; and Mark, stroking it without further 
demand, managed to make it even bigger.
She felt some pre-cum oozing from Chris's cock. She rubbed it on the 
tip of her finger, took it out, and tasted it, looking at him 
straight in the face. He dared not look at her, ashamed at his 
arousal. She took out her other hand from Joey's briefs, grabbed 
Chris's sweats with both hands, and pulled them down, without ever 
looking away from his face. Only then did she look at his swollen 
member, glistening with pre-cum. Her hands cupped each of his butt 
cheeks, and she turned towards Mark.
"Mark, why don't you do the same to Joey? He needs a little 
attention..."
"What?" said Joey, alarmed. "He's not touching my cock."
Mark was already near him. "You heard her," he said rudely.
"You're not touching my cock, Mark, this has gone far enough. What's 
wrong with you? Are you gay or something? You seem to enjoy this."
"I don't think I'm gay or anything, it's just that I like carrying 
orders from gorgeous ladies. It arouses me. This is just like one of 
my fantasies."
"Well, it's not one of mine," Joey said, pushing him. "Go away."
Mark grabbed Joey's shoulders, and forced a kiss on him. Joey tried 
to pull away, but Mark's grip was strong. He suddenly snatched 
Joey's briefs and tore them off in one easy move. Joey's cock had 
returned to a soft state, but it was beefy even then. Both men 
struggled together for a while, as Ms. Dreyfuss sucked Chris, eyeing 
them, one hand on Chris's ass, the other stroking her pussy. Chris 
had closed his eyes, and groaned from time to time.
Mark finally pinned down Joey on the floor, panting. He had torn off 
his own underwear, which was getting in the way of the fight. Both 
men were thus naked save for their boots and socks. Joey offered no 
more resistance as Mark went down on his cock, and engulfed it. Joey 
struggled to stay indifferent, but when his cock came out of Mark's 
mouth temporarily, it was hard as rock.
"OK, now," said Ms. Dreyfuss, as she got back on her feet. Mark and 
Joey got back to their feet too. The three men were now facing her, 
completely nude, except for their work boots which made them even 
more virile. Their hard cocks pointed towards her. 
"Let's finish your training for today with a bang. Joey, get on your 
knees."
Joey, crushed, obeyed without protest this time.
"Now, Chris, you will kneel behind Joey, and Mark before him." She 
waited until they took their positions, then she approached Joey, 
opened his mouth, and filled it with Mark's cock. "Suck on this!" 
she ordered. Joey slowly started to suck with empty eyes.
She then went to Joey's ass, spit on her fingers, and prepared it, 
gradually inserting her fingers until his anus was completely 
loosened. She then inserted Chris's dick in it, and said: "Fuck 
him!" before returning to her throne.
She masturbated, watching them clumsily play out her fantasies. As 
it went along, they got better at it. She had more than a few 
orgasm, watching those three virile men at each other, and even more 
pleasure at watching Joey being fucked by a friend, while sucking 
another.
"Mark," suddenly exclaimed Joey, letting go of Mark's cock with a 
jerk. "You could have warned me. I swallowed it."
Some of Mark's cum was oozing out of Joey's mouth. Meanwhile, Chris 
covered Joey's back with hot cum, spurt after spurt.
"Well, now to the showers, my boys," said Ms. Dreyfuss. "The van 
will leave in an hour. Have a good weekend, and see you on Monday."
She strutted out of the room.
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