Date: Mon, 08 Jan 2001 21:03:10 -0500
From: Eric <etaillefer@videotron.ca>
Subject: The Game 1

                                    The Game
                                    By Illya


Disclaimer thing: If you are illegally looking at this, it's out of my
power, of course. But, I'd have to ask you to stop now since you are not
supposed to do it. Also, if you are disgusted by porn and the like, I
don't know why you're reading this at all. :P

Part 1

Hey, my name's Ian and I live in Canada near the US border. I know I may
sound like a nerd (which I am not), but I like Role Playing Games. I'm
five feet and 9 inches tall, cut body and uncut 6 and a half inches long
cock. I have light brown hair, and hazel eyes. I have a light skin
complexion (Considering it's winter almost 6 months a year, you'd be
pretty pale too...).

I told you I liked to role play earlier because it's important for my
story. This really did happen, even though you may not believe it. I have
a friend named Alexander who lives in the house next door, he's a RPG fan
too, and he created his own live RPG. For this game, we go into the woods
once a month and act it all out. It's better than staying in front of a
computer to play a game, so I liked it alot.

The game had been going a year at that time. There was a guy from my
college who had been in the game as long as me (since the beginning...).
I played a knight, and he was a magician. It probably doesn't tell you
much so far. Anyways, Brad, that's the guy, was gorgeous. He was about my
height but slightly more muscular. He had deep blue eyes and dirty blonde
hair, and I had never seen his cock, but I could only imagine it was a
nice uncut 7 incher... (Most people around here are catholics, and most
catholics are uncut, so I could only imagine...)

Anyways, the game had started in winter of last year, so it was winter
this year. Logical, uh? Anyways, this winter was really really cold! I
wondered how I was gonna make it through the week-end. Luckily, we could
make fires on the rented grounds of the game, and the game master had
given us warmer clothes.

I was wearing wool socks with columbia winter boots along with 2 pairs of
cotton pants. I had a wool shirt on with a T-shirt under it, and I was
wearing a cardboard armor over it. ( I was a knight after all) I was
wearing a bandana over my ears, and that was it.

Brad, being a mage, had to wear robes and nothing else, but he was
allowed a bandana because of the cold. He was wearing wool robes too,
they seemed very warm, and he had a leather belt around his waste to keep
it in place. I didn't know what he was wearing underneath, I could only
dream of him at the time. He looked straight enough, always having girls
around, but every time I saw him in robes, I felt he just couldn't be
100% straight.

The game began, and we got scattered around the woods. I usually walked
alone, and rarely did much during winter, I just enjoyed the scenery, or
I'd dream of Brad in his robes. I was caught in my dreaming on saturday
afternoon by a scream. Someone was gasping for help, so I ran in his
direction, my wooden sword was drawn and ready to strike.

That's when I found Brad on the ground, acting as if he was unconscious,
and 2 thieves (not real ones, but game players) who were rummaging
through his things. I jumped out of the bushes and attacked them. They
simply ran away.

I looked around, Brad had started a fire, so I picked him up and placed
him near it so he could get warmer. Boy was he sexy when he was asleep,
or at least faking it. I sat down on a log, and waited for him to wake
up. He did 10 minutes later, and thanked me for my help. I helped him sit
down, and he smiled warmly.

"Thanks, Ian. I would have died there if not for you," he said casually.

I hadn't realised it immediatly, but it was the first time he ever called
me by my first name. He usually just called me "knight" or something like
that. I nodded.

"No problem, Brad... You gonna be ok?"

Brad stood up and came to sit next to me. "I don't know, maybe you should
stay here for a while," he said calmly.

He then rose his hand, and said a few words.

"Damn! You're really harsh you know that? I just saved your life, and you
hypnotise me magically!" That's right, Brad was a mage, and magicians in
this game could take control over other people's minds for a period of 24
hours. So, he could order me around for 24 hours, I was his slave
basically. I couldn't fight it for the game's sake, not that I wanted to
fight it either, it kindof aroused me, being the slave to my sexy dream
stud.

Brad stood up, extinguished the fire, and looked at me with a sly grin.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog collar.

"You're wearing this from now on, it's an order!" he tied the collar
around my neck, and checked to see if it was tight. During this time, I
still couldn't do anything. He could put whatever he wanted on me while I
was under his "control", so said the game, and I didn't want to fuck it
all up.

"Alright, follow me..." he then ordered. So I picked up his bags, and
started following him.

It was starting to snow now, and the temperatures were getting very cold.
It was around 5 PM so the sun had even set on this cold january night. We
headed deeper and deeper into the woods without me even noticing, I was
too cold to realise where I was going, I just followed Brad, and looked
at his ass while we walked. I could enjoy the trip a little, at least.

We arrived at a cave which I didn't even know existed. We must have left
the game area actually, but I didn't care at this point. He entered, and
I followed. When inside, I was speechless, there was a round fire place
made of rocks, and a large pile of wood near the deepest wall of the
cavern.

"You can put my stuff down now, welcome to my hiding place. It's where I
go when I'm too cold during winter..." Brad then started a fire.

I put his stuff down, and I walked towards him. When I arrived near him,
he turned around. The fire was now burning, and emitting alot of heat.

"Alright, we should be ok now..." he said.

I started undoing the dog collar a little, it was irritating my skin, but
Brad grabed my wrists and pulled them away.

"Hey! You're still my slave even here, so you keep the collar!" he said
sternly. I obeyed.

Brad sat down, and told me to kneel in front of him. I did so, and was
careful not to be too close to the fire.

"Take your armor off, it looks like it'll rust even if it's out of
cardboard..."

Now, that was something! My cock was half-hard now! My dream stud wanted
me to take off a piece of clothing! He did have a point though, it was
pretty wet. I took it off, and set it down not too far away from me.

"Good, now give me your sword, and don't move,"

I gave him my sword, and waited for him to give me an other order. I was
getting tired, but it was all worth while! He put my sword near the pile
of wood, and walked back to me. He told me to close my eyes, and he
pulled the bandana on my forhead over them. I couldn't see a thing! It
made me get even hornier... this was getting better and better.

I couldn't see what he was doing anymore, but I could still hear him
walking around. I was still kneeling, and my knees were starting to hurt.
Luckily, he came back. But I heard something metallic clinking behind me
as well. Brad was definatly holding something made of metal, and I had no
idea what it was!

"Okay, Ian. You're shirt and t-shirt are probably very wet so you should
take them off, I'm going to set them near the fire to dry them," Brad
sounded so nice when he was offering like that, and he had a point, I had
no spare clothes, and I didn't want to catch a cold.

I started stripping my upper body in front of Brad without knowing if he
was even watching. I was kindof hoping he was, and that he was enjoying
it too, I know I was enjoying it secretly. I pulled on the sleeves of my
wool shirt, and started pulling it off my body slowly, I didn't want to
pull the bandana off, it could have been like cheating. I pushed the wool
shirt away from me, not knowing where I was sending it, and I didn't
care, it felt good to not have that itchy piece of clothes over me. My
t-shirt was very wet though, so much that it seemed glued to my body. I
guess Brad could see my pretty well cut muscles as the t-shirt molded
them perfectly. I must have been sexy with it on. I pulled it off slowly
as well, and could feel the cold air that was rushing in touching my
skin. I was getting goose bumps. I threw the t-shirt away in the same
direction as the wool shirt, and waited. Brad would probably give me some
of his own spares in the mean time.

He didn't. I could hear him walking around again, and then he stood
behind me. He pulled my wrists together, and I felt something metallic
touching them. It was cold, and I soon realised it was a pair of hand
cuffs. At this point, common-sense would have had me put an end to this,
it was way out of the game now, but I didn't want to, deep inside, I
liked it. I was at the mercy of the guy I deemed the sexiest man on
earth. He pulled the bandana off my face, and threw it away. I could see
again.

Brad was now in front of me. He had taken his own bandana off, and some
of his blonde hairs were glued to his forehead because of sweat. Yeah, it
was getting hot in the cave because of the fire, but it was still very
humid, and I still had goosebumps, not because of the cold though. I was
getting seriously aroused, and my cock was starting to hurt as it got
tangled inside the 2 layers of cotton pants and my boxers.

He undid his leather belt, and tied it around my my abdomen. He took that
time to run his hands over my nipples, and even play with them a little.
I had never believed this would happen, I was excited beyond
comprehension.

His deep blue eyes peered into my hazel globes, and penetrated them. His
gaze was so deep, it was almost hypnotising. His face got closer and
closer to mine, and he whispered something in my ear.

"I never thought I'd get you so easily," he said, then his lips touched
mine, and his tongue slipped into my mouth with little resistance. I was
sure I was dreaming. As his tongue rolled inside my mouth, my own tongue
met with it and every touch made me feel harder and harder. He really was
the best kisser I had ever met, and I had had quite a few boy friends
before. He was just marvellous.

He pulled his mouth away from my lips, and started licking my jaw. I was
still, he hadn't ordered me to move, so I didn't move. It felt just too
great. He started pushing me on the side with his arm, I followed as if I
was just a doll that he could do whatever he wanted with. I was now on my
back, and the cold stone under me was making me even more sensible to his
warm touch. He was still licking my jaw, but he was getting lower and
lower. He suddenly passed my neck and the dog collar that was tied to it,
and started licking my hairless chest. Being a swimmer, I alway shaved
everywhere, and he seemed to like it. He finally arrived at my nipples,
and started nibbling on them. His hand was massaging my left nipple while
he was sucking on my right one. Both of them were a bit hard, and I could
feel his cold hands running around my nipple. His warm mouth was pulling
the other one in like a baby sucking on his mother's tit. I was now the
hardest I had ever been. My cock was nearly knocking on my pants, wanting
out. Brad must have known this since he started going even lower. He
licked down my nipples, and chest, and stopped at the leather belt tied
around my abdomen. He unbuckled it, and let it fall on my sides, and
licked around my abs before letting his tongue enter my belly button
eagerly. I wanted to touch him, but my hands were tied behind me, I
really was almost paralysed now. I could only move my legs, and barely.

He smiled, and started to pull my pants down, it must have been hard
since I had 2 layers of cotton, but he finally managed to pull them down.
My cock was now sticking up like a tent pole through my boxers, and I was
starting to precum.

Brad gave it a few nudges through my boxers, and looked at it eagerly. I
was looking at him, and was wondering what he was waiting for. He licked
his lips, and finally started to pull my boxers down. I was kindof hoping
he would do it with his teeth, but I can't have everything I want. My
cock was now uncovered, and the only part of my body where there was hair
was also right in front of him.

He leaned and smelled my pubes, and licked around it. My cock brushed
with his gently face more than once,and every time I felt a rush of
pleasiure running through me. I was sweating alot now because of the
fire, and he seemed to love it even more. He came up to my torso again,
and started smelling and licking it. I was getting very impatient, and
started to push my pelvis up to tell him. I wasn't gagged, but I didn't
like talking during sex.

He got the message, and started massaging my balls with one of his hands.
Boy were his hands cold, he touched my balls and had me shiver a bit
every time. Out of pleasiure or cold? Both probably.

Then, the massage stopped. I moaned in protest, but it wasn't restarting.
I sighed and started looking at the roof of the cave. I was no longer
paying attention, and my cock was starting to get limp.

Then, I felt his warm mouth cover my cock. It suddenly rehardened, and I
turned my eyes on Brad's blonde head. His face was engulfed in my pubes,
and my cock was in his mouth, waiting to drop its load into this
wonderful mouth.

He kissed great, and gave a blow job even better. He was like an expert,
every lick, every suck was perfect. He deep throated it from time to
time, but mostly teased me by sucking weakly on the tip of my uncut rod.
I shivered again, it was just too good to be true!

He sucked and sucked, sometimes massaging my balls with one of my hands
as he was at it. He wrapped his lips aroud my shaft, and started pulling
his head up to have them slide up and down my cock. I was leaking precum,
and knew I would soon unload, and I did.

I let load after load of cum into Brad's mouth, some of it was leaking
out and falling into my pubes, making it smell like cum, but Brad
swalloed all he could, and even continued sucking after I had finished
unloading. My dick was getting limp in his mouth, and he still sucked.

"Brad, stop, I, I got nothing left..." I said quietly, I loved his lips
against my cock, but it was starting to hurt now.

He stopped, and looked at me. His eyes were still full of lust.

"I'm not done with you Ian, you're my slave and I'll use you until I have
to free you,"






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Part 2


At least, Brad had given me some time to rest. I was shaking a bit, and
my hands were killing me. I was hoping he'd undo the cuffs, by now he
must have realised I wouldn't run away or anything. In fact, I was hoping
the 24 hours would never end.

"So, uhm.. I thought you were straight... guess I was wrong," I said,
trying to make conversation.

"I'm bi," replied Brad as he looked through one of his bags. He brought
it close to me, I was hoping he was going to pull the cuff key out.

"Hey, you know, I won't run away... you can take the cuffs off me, they
rea..."

"Don't talk. If you talk again, I'll throw one piece of your clothes in
the fire for every sentence,"

Considering it was in the -20s out side with the wind, I didn't want to
come back home buck naked. Heck, even if it would have been 30 outside, I
wouldn't have wanted to go back home naked. I nodded to say I understood.

"Good Ian, I'm glad you're such a good slave..." Brad pulled the cuff
keys from his bag, and put the bag away, "You're going to have to do
something to get out of the cuffs though... Let me think,"

Brad sat down, and looked deep into my eyes. I was once again almost
mesmorised by the deep blue sea they encompassed.

He snapped his fingers together, "Got it! You won't have to do much...
turn around and bend over!"

I swallowed. I knew he wanted to fuck me, but I had never been ass-fucked
before. I had no idea what was really going to happen now...

I had no choice but to obey him. I turned around, and got on all 4, and
waited... I was shaking in my pants, litterally.

"Don't move," he ordered. I lowered my head, and looked at the ground.
There was nothing else I could do now, except listen.

I didn't hear much. Actually, all I could hear was the sound of clothes
being moved around. I figured Brad was taking his robes off, and could
only imagine what his dick looked like. Was it cut or uncut? Long or
short? Wide or slim? I couldn't watch! What a drag...

Then, I heard him getting closer. He was walking slowly, and when he had
reached me, he started untying my boots. Once that was done, he pulled
them off roughly, and tossed them away. To be honest, I knew I'd probably
not be able to find a few pieces of my clothes after this. I'd have
either lost them in the cave, or in the fire. I was sure I was going to
talk sooner or later.

He then pulled on my socks, one at a time, they both disappeared from my
feet to end up on the ground. Once they were gone, the cotton pants and
boxers were all that remained between him and my virgin ass.

He pulled down on my first pair of pants. Once again, it was hard for him
to pull them down because of the elastics and the number of layers I was
wearing. He pulled the first pair down to my knees, and ordered me to
lift my legs up so he could pull them off completly. I'd end up naked by
the end of the hour, that was sure.

Once the first pair of pants was off, he started working on the second
pair. But, this time, he rested himself on my back to do it. I could feel
his warm chest over mine, and wondered how it would feel like to have his
warm muscle inside me.

My second pair of pants was gone. I only had my boxers as clothes now,
and it was starting to get cold despite the fire which was so close to me
I could almost taste it. That's when he started pulling my boxers down.

"You know, I've always wanted to see your shaft..." he said temptatively.

"I've always wanted to see yours too," I replied. I realised I had just
made my first mistake. I had spoken.

"Too bad for you, you're going home with one less piece of clothes now,"
he said. He got off me, and left my boxers hanging over my knees, and
grabbed a piece of clothes at random from behind him. He then tossed it
into the fire. I held my breath a few moments, hoping it wasn't anything
important.

Luckily, it was just a sock, but I had to watch my mouth. Like I said
earlier, I didn't want to return home buck naked, especially not in the
middle of winter.

He resumed pulling my boxers off right in time. I was about to say sorry,
that could have become a fatal move. Imagine if he would have thrown my
shirt into the fire? Without my wool shirt, I would have frozen!

I was totally naked now. From head to toe, I could feel the could bite of
the winter air all over my body. I was shivering, and goose bumps were
covering me. The only warmth I had came from Brad, who was laying on top
of me, and I could feel his dick edging my ass crack dangerously.

"I... is it gonna hurt?" I asked. Again, mistake. He smirked, and grabbed
an other piece of clothes from behind him at random, and threw it into
the fire. I gasped as I realised it was my t-shirt that was burning right
in front of me. I was speechless.

"I told you to shut up! It won't hurt too much, I promise. Besides, if
you scream too loud, I'll burn an other piece,"

His voice was filled with authority, and I could not help but get hard as
he submitted me even more. I had always wanted to be fucked by him, but I
had never dreamed it would happen like this. I was his slave for the next
12 hours or so now, and he said he would use me to my full potential.
Wow.

He pulled his penis away from my ass, but I still felt something running
along my crack. It took me a few seconds to realise it was a bunch of
fingers. He was going to finger me, I could tell as much. When it was
going to come was beyond me though. It was up to him. He could make me
wait for hours, or for seconds. He was my master, and I was his slave.

I can't exactly describe how it entered. I felt so weird. It was as if I
was going to shit, but I didn't. It hurt at first, but then I started to
like it. I started relaxing my muscles, and was even starting to enjoy it
quite alot. Having noticed this, Brad pulled his fingers out, and rested
himself on my back again, his dick was facing my crack, and was preparing
to penetrate it like a missile.

A nuclear missile. It penetrated me at lightning speed. He wasn't affraid
to scratch the paint! It thrusted inside me, and I screamed out of
surprise, and pain. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Painful,
but pleasiureable at the same time. I had forgotten all about the cold
around me. All I could feel now was his warmth, the thrusts of his love
muscle as it pushed ever so deeper into my body, until it reached the
ultimate point where pleasiure reached a level that was so high...

I moaned, a little out of pain, but mostly out of pleasiure. His dick was
rubbing against my prostate rapidly. Poking and prodding at it like a rod
would be used to prod a wild animal from afar. From afar, but he was so
close to me. I could feel his breath in my neck at the same time, but I
didn't pay much attention to it. I had other things to worry about. My
penis had gone rock hard, and it was starting to throb, and it hurt.

It hurt so much I couldn't hold myself any longer. I moaned loudly, and
let stream after stream of warm white cum spill to the ground. A few
seconds later, I was out cold on the ground. I had never been fucked like
that before...

When I woke up, I was no longer cuffed. Brad had kept his word, and had
undone them. I was even reclothed, except for my sock and t-shirt of
course, and so was Brad. He was sitting next to me and smiling.

"Well Ian, it's over.. you're free to go," he said almost sadly.

I stood up, and dusted myself. Was it really over? I looked at him, and
could feel just as sad as he was. I had loved that night with him, and
it was already over. The worst part was that I had been out of it for
most of the night, damn...

I knelt in front of him, and looked deep into his eyes.

"I'm yours, master!"

Brad smiled eagerly...

To Be Continued if I feel like it