From: Prince Sebastos <an16627@anon.nymserver.com>
Subject: The Game m/m, celeb
Date: 23 Jun 1997 21:04:48 GMT
Organization: Wolfe Internet Access, L.L.C.

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
 10.  "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.]