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THE GAME by Mafisto

CHAPTER ONE

[Possible 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 matress 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, hich 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 horrny. 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.

"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 rge. 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 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.

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 wasn't 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 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 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 extremely sensitive, h 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 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 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 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.

CHAPTER THREE

[Possible 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, eeping. 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 ined 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, d 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 indicat

1. "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 mustproceed 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 deintoxicate 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, 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 onstantly. 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 torsoes. "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 savoured 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. e 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 urge to masturbate too.

"And she's taking her clothes off, one by one, 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 soun

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 cumming!" 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 ff 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 deintoxicated?" asked Chris.

"Jon and I are," said Finley. "But you three will need to ejaculate to make sure you are completely deintoxicated." 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 juice, 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 deintoxicated 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 embarassment. 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.

CHAPTER FOUR

[Possible Casting: Mario Lopez as Mario, Noah Wyle as Dr. Carter]

Brad and Mario explored corridor after corridor of their prison. They

soon discovered that its walls moved, creating openings where there was none a minute before, or blocking their way back behind

them. They did not find any doors, and could not go back to their previous cell, the path having been cut off by a new wall.

"Man, I'm starting to be a bit scared," said Mario.

"What if there is no way out of here, and we starve to death?"

"Don't start thinking like that, it'll get you nowhere," said Brad, focusing on the way ahead. "With these walls appearing and disappearing, we have to find the way out... Wait! Are you hearing voices?"

"Yeah, I think so," said Mario, listening carefully. "Let's hide behind this corner..." They quickly hid in the shadows and waited patiently. Soon, they could make out what the male voices were saying: "I'm sorry sir, but I believe we already went in that direction, and there was no exit." "So what? Maybe there is one now. We're running out of options."

Brad and Mario nodded to each other, and turned the corner to face their fellow prisoners. One was dressed in a doctor's garb, the other as a Canadian mountie.

"Hi!" Brad said.

"Hello," said Fraser. "Would you explain to us where we are, and how to get out of here. We're completely lost."

"I'm sorry," answered Mario, "but we are lost too. We also have no idea where we are, only that this is the weirdest place ever. We've been wandering around during the last hour trying to find a door, but haven't been lucky."

"What about this one?" asked Carter, pointing behind Brad and Mario.

"What?" said Mario as both of them turned around. They saw a metal door where wasn't one before, with a plate next to it. The four of them ran to it. Brad pressed the plate, and the metal panel slid up. Behind the door was a rather large room, with a dinner table and eight chairs. The table was set, and plates with warm, delicious-looking food covered its center. The rest of the room was blank, and there were no other doors. The four of them entered the room, and the door slid back shut behind them.

"I guess one of us should have stayed behind," said Brad. They circled the table, looking at the food and the wine bottles.

"I don't know about you," said Mario, "but I'm hungry." He sat down and started to fill his plate with the food.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," said Fraser. "Although it looks O.K., we've just had a bad experience with some product we found here. Maybe it's poisonous."

"If they wanted to kill us, they'd have done it while we were asleep," said Carter, sitting down. "This looks delicious." He opened a bottle of white wine, and poured himself a drink. He tasted it. "Wow, this is excellent wine. Do you want some?" he asked Mario.

"Why not?" said Mario, presenting his glass to Carter so he could fill it. Meanwhile, Brad was studying the door. He pressed a plate next to it that was similar to the one on the outside, and the metal panel slid up again.

"We're not stuck here," he said. "I'm not hungry for anything that comes from here, so I'm going to explore a bit more."

"I'm going with you," said Fraser.

They went out, and the door closed behind them. Carter and Mario finished their dinner quietly.

"This was great," finally said Carter. "But I'm full now. And sleepy," he said, yawning.

"I'm tired too," said Mario. "Let's look around for some place to crash." They checked around the room, and found a plate on one wall, similar to the one next to the door. Carter pressed it, and part of the wall disappeared, creating an opening on a room similar to the one each was in earlier.

"Good, I can use some sleep," said Mario, approaching the bed. He stripped from his football gear down to his pants. Carter stood there, looking at him as he got on the bed

"So?" Mario asked him. He was lying down over the covers. "Are you coming or what? I don't mind if you sleep next to me, as long as you don't touch me."

"Oh!" said Carter. "Actually, I was worried about you doing that." He moved to the other side of the bed, took off his clothes down to his pants, and lay next to Mario. Mario quickly went to sleep.

But Carter was feeling a bit dizzy from the wine, and had trouble getting to sleep. He eyed Mario's chest next to him, listened to his deep breathing. He slid a bit closer to him, smelled Mario's

sweat. He suddenly realized he had a hard-on.

"It must be that damned balm acting up again," he rationalized. But he could not get his eyes away from Mario's warm body next to him. He extended his hand towards Mario's chest, touched it with the tips of his fingers, then quickly took it back when he heard Mario grunt.

"This can't be possible," he thought. "I can't believe I'm doing that to a guy." Mario, still sleeping, moved his han to his hips and grabbed his football tights. He slid them down to his knees. He then turned around on his side, giving Carter a full view of his ass through his jockstrap. Carter stared at it gingerly, then moved a hand on it. It felt warm and soft. Carter took off his own pants, and moved even closer to Mario.

"Oh God, if he wakes up I'm gonna die of embarrassment," he thought, just as he hugged Mario from behind, his arm around Mario's chest, his hand playing with Mario's nipples. Mario did not seem

notice, and it encouraged Carter. He moved his hand down to Mario's hot belly, then further down, and was shocked to find out that Mario's dick was rock hard. He felt Mario's erection in his jock- strap.

"Suck it!" Carter froze. Did he actually hear Mario whisper that? He moved away from him, and acted as if he had been sleeping. He heard Mario move next to him, and kept his eyes closed, his heart

pounding in his chest. "Suck it!" he heard Mario whisper again. He dared open his eyes. Mario was on his back, his eyes closed. Yet, he had removed his tights and jockstrap, and was fully naked, his long erection pointing towards the ceiling, beckoning Carter.

"This is ridiculous!" thought Carter. "I'm not going to suck a guy's cock. That's disgusting..." But he moved his head closer to Mario, and rested it on Mario's belly, his eyes on Mario's erectio

his hand moving up and down Mario's legs. He stared at the monster for a long while, felt Mario's hand stroking his head. Then, without any more hesitation, he swallowed Mario's cock whole, the sucked on it slowly. He took off his boxers, and started to masturbate. He had completely forgotten about his earlier doubt. For some reason, this felt like paradise, and he planned to enjoy it. Mario's hand pushed his head at the right rhythm, and he whispered: "Good... this feels so good... hmm... suck on it..."

After a while, Carter stopped and looked at Mario, who was still asleep apparently. He turned him over on his belly, straddled him, and started massaging the muscled shoulders and back. He eventually reached Mario's slightly hairy ass, which he squeezed and opened up. He spat on it, and lubricated it thoroughly, as if he had done that all his life. Mario lifted his ass up in response, and arter heard him whisper: "Come on, fuck me! I want you inside me... I want your hard cock in me..." Carter awkwardly inserted his cock inside Mario's ass.

Mario yelled: "Oww, it hurts... It hurts but I like it... Continue..." This felt so strange. Carter had always been so conservative in his sex with women. He never gave oral sex, and certainly anal sex. And here he was, with his penis between a man's butt cheeks, pumping away. It felt so good. He pumped for a while, then came allover Mario's back. He spread his hot cum, then put his boxers and pants back on. He put Mario's jockstrap and tights back on, then moved him on his back again. He then went to sleep. A few hours later, they awoke when they heard the door to the dining room open. . .

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 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 their 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 ich 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 host

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

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' 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 builds. 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

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

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's 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 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."

The voice from the speakers was clear. "If you want our account, you will obey our orders."

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 belongings here, they will be returned to you later."

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 make 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 bringng 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 bla

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 hop 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 the

do you, Mr. Robert Hays?"

Joey started at the name. She knew his real identity! Damn 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 crotches, 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 wo shop, 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 be 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

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 eye

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. "But 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 pulle 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 out 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 ha

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 til 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 orgasms, 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.

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 in 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 what 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 if 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 the 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, 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 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 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 ack, 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 life-like 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 rumo 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, a 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? "

"Someonespotted 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 wh h they had not seen before.

They continued along the corridor, trying to get a feel of the layout of the place. Of course, they didn't 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 abudance 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 supposed 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 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, thout 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, 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 art acts 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, judging from your attitudes It also lowers mental defenses, which is why you were enjoying yourselves even

though none of you is gay. I guess, anyway, judging from 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 her authority 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 cuffs 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.

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 off the 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 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, stratching 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're 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 liked 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 very aware of Chris' 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, 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 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

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 the 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 ojecting 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 enjoyabl 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, ith 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 a 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?" shouted 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 ach 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, J y 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 add , 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 licked his own hot cum off his friend's back, his tongue lapping 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 gonn 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 turn 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, hris 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 liplock 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 floo completely spent. They fell asleep on the carpet, four babies in the buff, while the distinguished woman left the room, not without having her own share of orgasms.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

[Possible Casting: Dean Cain as Clark, Michael Landes as Jimmy, Sean Patrick Flannery as Indiana]

"You two come to each side of me. I want to have my hands full."

"Boy, I just lost it for a moment. I must be exhausted from this weird week. Are you ready?"

"Why don't you give some head to your friend here?"

The mysterious Host let his attention wander from the action on the other monitors to check Monitor 2: the journalist and his photographer had just entered the conference room, the one occupied by the two account managers just an hour ago. Indiana, another journalist, had been waiting there too for the last quarter of an hour.

"Good," the Host thought, "I need the extra strength. Let's hurry those ones a bit. What to do now? ... Variety, variety, the one way to ascertain the quality of the vintage. Now, let's see... What would be appropriate in this case?" He leaned back on his chair, thinking. A sudden thought came to him: "Curiosity! That's the key. A virtue of any good journalist." He typed a few commands on the keyboard in front of him, and waited as the complex's computer made some minor adjustments to the room . . .

*** Indiana removed his feet from the conference table as the two black- haired men were shown in. Others. Damn. He wanted to get an exclusive, after all the work it took to snatch this one. They sat own, the youngest of them taking out his camera from his case, preparing to photograph the room. They seemed equally annoyed at seeing him, but the one in glasses spoke politely: "Hi! I'm Clark Kent and this is my photographer Jimmy Olson, from 'The Daily Planet'."

"Well, greetings to you two! I'm Indiana Patrick from 'The Beholder'. Nice to meet you." They shook hands. That Clark Kent fellow sure had a good grip . . .

"How did you hear about this place?" asked Clark as he sat down, readjusting his tie. The question was more to tease than anything else - he did not really expect Indiana to reveal his source. Suddenly, a dull low humming sound arose. They all heard it and looked at each other in confusion.

"I hope they're not experimentingon us," laughed Indiana. He tried hide his fear, but the truth was that he was scared of this place. He felt vulnerable in this labyrinth of large rooms and corridors of cold concrete. He took Kent's question as a joke, and thought of an appropriate comeback: "To answer your question, I would have to break my..." He stopped and blocked his ears with his hands, twisting in pain. "Oww! What's that sound. I feel as if the inside of my body is vibrating. This noise is awful." It took him a few seconds to recover, during which he noted that his friends had been similarly inconvenienced. His head cleared, but he still felt a vibration in his brain. "What was I saying?" he said. He remembered Clark Kent's question about his source, and it struck him as legitimate curiosity. Why not answer him truthfully? If everyone satisfied everyone else's curiosity, wouldn't there be less pain in the world? "Yes, my source." He paused, then finally blurted out: "It is George Popoulos, a man who sold them some mini-vans a while ago. He said he spotted one of them at the site where a kidnapping took place, but he was too afraid to tell the police." Indiana winced. Why had he told them that? The words had just flowed out of his mouth, without his control. Clark seemed to relish the information too. So much in fact, that he asked for more: "That's interesting. Which kidnapping?"

"Some guy from Redfield, llinois named Brad Perkins." This time, Indiana's wince was interior. "Popoulos comes from there too. He spotted the mini-van parked on a street, and was about to go talk to the driver when he saw Perkins walk by the van with some groceries and not come out from the other side. He heard the van's side door open, and then it left quickly."

"Good," said Clark, now concerned about Indiana's utter lack of journalistic principles. Indiana too was concerned, and angry. Yet he felt something else, something totally inappropriate. He had a sudden but intense desire to know everything about these two guys, an overwhelming curiosity about their most intimate secrets. Their relationship together, for example. Surely there was some tension in it. Why not let it out in the open?

"Tell me, Clark," Indiana asked, out of the blue, "how do you feel about Jimmy?" The question surprised the two men. Clark, stared at him in confusion. He looked as if he was fighting some mental inner battle, then the struggle ended. "Well, I like him," he started. "He's a great kid, but... he annoys me with his constant pestering. And he hovers around Lois Lane, the woman I love, and I noticed her interest in him, so he makes me jealous." Jimmy looked too stunned to comment. "That's... unexpected," Indiana said, a bit shocked too at Clark's honesty. Why not test Jimmy now? "And you, Jimmy, how do you feel about Clark?" Jimmy looked at Clark for a few seconds, then turned towards Indy. "He's like my role-model. I would like to be like him. Look at him: he is intelligent, nice, and he looks great. He's perfect. I would love to see some flaws."

He got up and looked at Clark. "Clark, take off your shirt, please. I have a point to make," he explained. Clark frowned at the sudden command, but strangely did not protest. He took off his vest, tie and unbuttoned his shirt. (It's a good thing his superhero costume was in his briefcase.)

Jimmy was all over him. "Look at those pecs." Jimmy outlined them with his finger. "And these abs, so well-defined." He tugged at the shirt, taking it off Clark's, who unbuttoned his sleeves quickly and let it go. "Those shoulders, those biceps, those triceps! Now look at mine." Jimmy quickly stripped down to his naked torso, displaying more of a swimmer's build than Clark's muscular build. "I'm thin, with no muscles . How can I beat perfection? Lois will never like me more than you, Clark." Jimmy's face was red with emotion. He sat down, then played with his camera, not looking at either of them.

Indiana was enjoying the situation. There was something in this place that had some effect on their minds, and he was going to take advantage of it. He scanned the two shirtless journalists, then asked: "Clark, can you think of some flaw that might convince Jimmy that you're not perfect?" "Hmm..." thought Clark. "I don't know. Well, I'm shy about one body part of mine." "Which one?" asked Jimmy, thinking him insincere. "Well, it's... my penis." He turned red at saying the word. "Look at it," he said, as he stood up and unzipped his pants. "There's nothing embarassing about a small penis," said Jimmy, obviously thinking there was, and anxious to see Clark's fatal flaw. Clark slid his boxers down and displayed a full ten-inches of soft cut meat, perfectly proportioned. Jimmy's face turned green. Indiana could not believe his eyes. "You bastard!" yelled Jimmy. "How can you do this to me? It's a PERFECT penis. Now I KNOW you have no flaws. Thanks."

"It's too big!" complained Clark,sincerely. "It is a challenge every day to make sure it does not attract notice." He slid the boxers up again and sat down, not at all self-conscious. "Jimmy," asked Indiana with a grin, "now that Clark has shown us what embarasses him, why don't you tell us about a secret shame of yours?" Jimmy took a few seconds to answer. "I have this hobby... it has grown into an obsession I think now. I like to take photographs of naked men."

"I was not aware that you were gay," said Clark. "There is nothing wrong with that."

"I'm not gay," protested Jimmy, "but I enjoy seeing other men naked, to compare myself to them. Like, for example, from the moment I entered this room, I could not help but be curious about what Mr. Patrick here looks like when he's naked. I'd love to take some nude pictures of him." This was not going according to plan. Indiana felt his head buzz again, and he sensed an abnormal urge to satisfy Jimmy's curiosity. Indy was a private guy - he did not even shower in public, but this new urge was so strong, it took over. He stood up and said: "I don't mind giving you a peek." Indiana started to undress. His torso had a flurry of blond hair, which could also be found on his legs. Jimmy instantly rose up and started to take pictures of him. Jimmy's crotch started to bulge - he really was getting aroused by this. Indy stopped when he was down to his white boxers. His natural shyness and pride took over, and he said: "I'm sorry. I can't go further. But Jimmy, I'm really curious about the bulge in your pants. Could you show me what causing it?"

Jimmy wastaken by surprise, just as Indy wanted. "Sure," answered Jimmy, "I just enjoy watching your body a lot, and I got a hard-on."

"Would you mind showing it to me?"

"Not at all. Wait!"

Indy watched as Jimmy stripped from his pants, and then his briefs. His long hard dick came into view, glistening from pre-cum. After stripping his clothes completely, he stroked his dick a few times, and took back his camera from the table. "I'll just be more comfortable like that," he explained. He took pictures of Indy for a while, than asked: "CK, would you join Mr. Patrick? You two look good in your underwear."

"Well, alright," said Clark, as he moved next to Indiana.

"Move to the left a bit. Yeah, now a tiny bit to the right. Turn around. Good. Now, CK, don't be afraid to touch Mr. Patrick. Hug him from behind. That's right. Good. Now, move your hand down. Now, feel his crotch through his boxers. Wonderful."

Jimmy stopped taking pictures to jerk off a bit.

"I can't stand it!" he said. "CK, take Mr. Patrick's boxers off. I need to see."

"What?" objected Indy.

"Well, if you really want to see it," said Clark. He lifted Indy off the floor with one arm, while grabbing Indy's boxers from the other. He tore them off his body, then discarded them on the floor. Indy's long cut cock was in full view of Jimmy, and he went on to take pictures as Clark replaced Indiana in front of him. "Good, turn him around. I want to see his naked ass," asked Jimmy. Clark obliged and the helpless Indy was flung around.

"Clark," asked Indy,panting from all the struggling. "I think Jimmy's curiosity is satisfied enough for now. Mine isn't, though. Show me how far you can insert that dick of yours inside Jimmy's ass."

"No!" said Jimmy. But he realized the tables were turned on him, as Clark took off his boxers and moved towards him to obey Indy's request.

"You can't do it! You're not even hard!" protested Jimmy to Clark. "Mr. Patrick should help you a bit if he's that curious."

"Yeah," said Clark. "I'll need some help. Perhaps if you sucked it, I could close my eyes and imagine Lois. I've always been curious to know if that works. " The last words he uttered sealed Indy's cooperation. He moved towards Clark, kneeled in front of him, and filled his mouth with Clark's enormous cock. He could not take it all at once, but he started sucking it slowly, his hands firmly on Clark's butt. Clark closed his eyes and started to moan. "Oh wow, Lois. That feels so good. Yeah." After a minute or so of fondling, Clark quickly took it out of Indy's mouth, as he was just about to come. His cock, now fully hard, had managed to pick up two more inches. "I think I'm ready for Jimmy now," he said. Jimmy moved towards the table, and bent over it, offering his ass to Clark. Indy spat on his fingers, and lubricated Jimmy's ass properly. He help Clark insert his cock in Jimmy's ass, who yelled in pain: "Oww! This hurts. It's too big. Stop!"

Clark paused and said: "I think that's all that will go. About six inches, I'll say."

"You have to pump it in," said Indy. "It will go further with each stroke."

"No!" yelle Jimmy. "I cannot take it!" But Clark started to fuck Jimmy's ass slowly. For at least three minutes, Jimmy's cries filled the room. Then Clark passed the point of no return, and sprayed Jimmy's back with white, creamy cum.

"Wow," said Indy. "What a load!"

"Yeah, Indy," said Jimmy. "I'd like to know if you can lick it up. Can you eat it all?"

Indy winced. He had been trapped again. He kn led beside Jimmy and started to lick Clark's cum from Jimmy's back. When he was finished, Jimmy stood up, and grabbed Indy's head.

"You did it! Now, let's see if you can take all of mine too!" Indy took Jimmy's cock in and sucked it until Jimmy came, which did not take a long time. He swallowed all of it.

"Wow, man. That's great," continued Jimmy. "Now, another thing I'm curious about.. I would love to see Clark being fucked by another man. That would make a wonderful picture." He went for his camera while Clark bent over the table. Indy spread Clark's butt-cheeks open, and pushed his rod inside the ass of steel. It was hard at first, but then he felt Clark relax, and take it all like a pro. Jimmy took pictures from all angles, especially when Indy ejaculated between Clark's cheeks, both bodies covered with sweat. After a pause, the three men started to dress. As he stowed away his camera, Jimmy remarked: "I bet Lois will be really curious about those pictures."

CHAPTER TWELVE

[Suggested Casting: Brad Pitt as Brad Perkins, Mario Lopez as Mario Lama, Noah Wyle as Dr. Carter, Paul Gross as Fraser, Chris Demetral as Chris D., Jonathan Brandis as Jon, Mark-Paul Gosselaar (young) as Mark G., Scott Wolf as Scott, Michael J. Fox as Michael, Matthew Broderick as Matthew, Joey Lawrence as Joey, Chris O'Donnell as Chris O., Marky Mark as Mark M., Costas Mandylor as Kenny, Antonio Sabato Jr. as Tony, Matt Blanc as Matt, Dean Cain as Clark, Michael Landes as Jimmy, Sean Patrick Flannery as Indiana]

Mrs. Winters pushed naked Michael and Matthew inside a bedroom and left, closing the door behind her. On the bed were clean suits and shirts, as well as socks and underwear. Michael chose the purple briefs, Matthew, the black boxers. They dressed quickly, eager to dispel their uneasiness. Once they were dressed, they sat on the bed and waited. It took more than an hour for Mrs. Winters to come back in the room. "Follow me," she said simply, "your host awaits."

"Finally we get to meet him... or her..." said Michael. The two of them followed Mrs. Winters to another large room, completely empty except for several men asleep on the floor. "Wait here!" she said. As soon as they were inside, she turned around and left. Michael and Matthew moved towards the men. Three of them were policemen, while the other four were teenagers. Michael and Matthew pushed them a bit to awake them, and they did, looking around confused. "Who are you?" asked one of the policemen, Kenny. His hand went to his gun, only to find that his weapon was gone. "My gun! It's gone."

[The policemen will eventually find themselves outside with amnesia, as told in Chapter 8, but the following events take place way before then.]

"Are those the teenagers who were kidnapped?" asked another policeman, Tony, as he got up and helped Matt to do the same. He pointed towards the four teens on floor, the ones who had danced for the distinguished lady. Someone had put their clothes back on. Chris D. answered them: "I was kidnapped, as well as Mark here, and I suppose Mario was too. There were two others with us. Joey, I don't know."

"Well, I was hired as a mechanic," explained Joey, "but they won't let me out of here, so I suppose I was kidnapped too."

"Were any of you sexually harassed?" asked Matt. The teens looked at one another; Michael and Matthew did the same.

*** Brad, Scott and Fraser unfroze suddenly, and their clothes reappeared with a green flash of light. "Wait till I get my hands on the little smartass!" said Brad.

"Let's get out of here before something else happens," said Scott. The three men found the door, although it was not on the same side as they remembered it. However, it was the only door. Fraser opened it, and the door gave into a large room instead of a corridor. No furniture, but many men were inside, apparently waiting for something. When the three men entered the room, the door closed behind them, then disappeared, leaving the wall free of openings.

"Were any of you sexually harassed?" they heard. "We were," said a young man in the room. He was dressed in a suit, and stood next to one similarly dressed. He was addressing three policemen.

"We were too," said a teenager, part of a group of four also in the room.

"We were also, I'm afraid," said Fraser. The nine other men in the room turned towards the new group.

"A mountie?" asked Kenny. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story, but I was kidnapped, well as these two others, and used in devious sexual experiments."

*** Chris O. and Dr. Carter came out of Chris's room. Inside the dining room, Mark M. was eating, his hair still wet.

"Hi Mark !"

"Hi Chris! I really enjoyed that shower. How about you?"

"So did I, I think..." said Chris. "In fact, I don't remember much about it."

Carter looked away.

"Are you ready to leave? And who is your friend?" asked Mark.

"Yeah, we are. My friend here got lost in the building."

"Those things happen. Let's go then. I'm finished." They escaped their quarters, and circulated around the corridors. Along the way, they met Jon, who looked annoyed.

"Do any of you guys know the way out?" he asked. "I want to get out of here."

"I have no idea anymore," said Mark. "I swear they added and moved walls during our shower. I don't remember any of these corridors."

"I think this is the door, though," said Chris, pressing a panel. It

opened a door on a large room, empty of furniture but full of at least a dozen persons. "Hi!" said Carter uneasily, as the four of them walked into the room. Jon recognized Fraser, Brad and Scott inside, and tried to stay behind Mark to hide.

*** After they had dressed, Indiana, Jimmy and Clark sat back at their respective chairs around the conference table. The low humming sound stopped abruptly, and the three men remembered the intimate events of the last half-hour with a clear head. They avoided each other's gaze.

"I cannot believe I just did what I did!" exclaimed Clark. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Are you their accomplice" he asked Indy.

"I am as much a victim as you are," said Indiana. "I hope whoever is behind this had their fun and will let us go now." He stood up. "I'm getting out of here."

As he walked towards the door, Jimmy and Clark stood up and followed him. The three of them walked the length of the corridor, and after many twists and turns, came to a door.

"This is not the way we came in," said Jimmy.

"It's the only way." Indy opened the door. A large room was beyond, filled with people they did not know. They came in and before they could say anything to the others, the door close behind them, and a booming voice from speakers in the ceiling greeted them: "Welcome. I am your host for tonight. It is now midnight, time for the Game."

"What game?" asked Brad. "Didn't you play with us enough yet?"

"What you are doing is against the law," said Kenny. "You are keeping us here against our wills. Let us go."

"We are above the law, you fool," boomed the voice. "You have no idea of the power at our disposal. If you ever get out of here, none of you will remember anything about tonight."

"Who are you?" asked Jon. "Some kind of gay pervert? Is Mr. Finley with you?"

"Our identity and motivation are beyond your feeble brains," answered the voice. "Do not ask for that information again."

"Don't tell me what to say!" yelled Jon towards the ceiling. Jon began to shake violently, accompanied by a loud buzz. He screamed in pain and collapsed on the floor, crying like a baby.

"I'm sorry... Please don't hurt me . . . "

"Now that we've taken care of demonstrating what rebellion against our orders will lead to, we will proceed with the Game."

No one dared comment, afraid to suffer the same fate as Jon.

"The object of the Game is to gain sexual power over the other men," the voice continued, "by manipulating them into performing sexual acts for you or between each other for your voyeuristic pleasure. For that purpose, the entire complex is filled with rooms, objects and traps which will enable any of you to take sexual advantage of any other. Several interesting weapons can be found along the way: paralysers, sexual uninhibitors, libido stimulators, clothes disintegrators, hypnotisers, etc . . . They are all properly labelled, although you might find a surprise weapon or two. All these weapons have temporary effects only, or limited charges. Although all of you are heterosexuals, you've all been injected with a special drug which allows you to experience intense sexual pleasure when you have sexual control over another man, and shame and embarassment when another man has sexual control over you. Some of you have already experienced its effects. The Game is about sex for power, not for love or mutual satisfaction. In all the sexual acts that will be performed tonight because of the Game, there will always be a clear winner: the one in control, the only one who will feel permanent satisfaction from the act. The urge to play the Game is another effect of the drug: you will not be able to fight it, so you might as well enjoy it. Some of you already experienced this urge at a limited degree, but the drug has a delayed reaction which will make it reach its peak in a few minutes. The walls of this room will disappear in thirty seconds. In their place, you will find a score of corridors. I advise each of you to take a different one, and try to find weapons before you go and seek the others. You will also find men roaming the corridors who are not inside this room presently. They are not player of the Game, but they are potential targets. Feel free to use them."

The walls of the room slid up, as the voice had foretold. "Let the Game begin!" yelled the voice, as the men scurried away to the corridors surrounding the room, motivated by the drug starting to kick in.

[NOTE: That's all I have, sorry; if there's more, I've never seen it.]