From: davist@dsp.com (davist)
Subject: Mazed by davis trell
Date: Thu, 21 Nov 1996 01:39:47 -0700
Organization: Arora

Mazed.1/2
by davistrell@aol.com

   My nosy neighbor, Brian knocked on my door.
In his hand he had my copy of Out, brown paper wrapped subscription, but
the cover was exposed, revealing the issue's contents, and Brian
impudently asked asked if I had more copies, as he found the sight of
naked men enthralling: I have the entire collection in my closet. He lay
on my sofa, perusing the copies, turned to explore the sight of men's
bodies indulging in intercourse, wondering how do they do that? He asked
if I happened to have any Gay videos? He seemed eager to learn. No, but I
do have an interactive CD. That he might find interesting. Choose to be a
character, slave, father, priest, jock, stepson or brother, lots a
choices. Choose  a partner, Bear, Master, Twink, Animaniac etc. Answer a
questionnaire and the computer will assign you a role.

   Brian chose to be 22 years old, cute, preppy, slim, with boyish brown
hair and blue eyes that smouldered, who likes to be tidy and wants to
help  around the house with the cleaning chores. 
   I chose to be the Minator, with bull head and bull dick, stomping
hooved feet and possessing the hairy chest of a WCW wrestler.
   On the island of Themiscrya; we wrote the scenario, interactively, just
making it up, as we went along.
   He was chained to a post in the ampitheater, the skimpy white chiton
barely covering his quivering body. We'd chosen the computer to, also have
a personality, so our game wouldn't get too predictable. 
   I found myself in clammy wet darkness, behind a barred gate, but could
see through the slats, the prize waiting for me in the arena. A chain
rattled and moved, raising the portcullis of my dungeon. I was blinded by
the unaccustomed white light, but as my eyes got used to its glare, I
could see a multitude of spectators in the doric-columned bleachers,
cheering me on. I snorted through bovine nostrils, and inhaling the aroma
of virtual reality boysweat. The flags waved, emblazoned with Penis
Rampant, gold on a field of baby-blue. The lousy speakers on my system
made the fanfare and drum roll, comic as my RAM fought to load the extra
megabytes. 
   A blast of light tore in the sky, crackling lightning. A soft explosion
and the computer character joined the scene. Totally naked save for a gilt
helmet, golden colored, shining like chrome,  with a platinum cockring and
copper embossed pubic hair. The Golden Phallus: we'd met before. I
bellowed my challenge: "Winner get Boy!"
   His sleek shiny supple body glistened in the hot twin suns as he
approached, his torso tensed with muscles, his haunches squat, ready to
leap. I urged him to get nearer so I could wrap my massive burly arms out
and squish him, squeeze him, generally roughen him up.
We stalked in a circle round each other, waiting for the least break in
the other's concentration.

   The scene switched as Brian hit the function key that showed the drama
from his point of view.

   Tied as he was to the onyx-marbled column, bound with rust-iron chains
and the wind whipping his frail white tunic, exposing the luscious-pink
parts of his ivory white body, nipples and genitals and cupid bow lips,
but afforded no glimpse of his cherry pink boyhole, as he kept his thighs
locked together as his ankles were bound in white leather, soaked
thoroughly, so as they dried in the sun, shrunk and got tighter. Even the
flowers on his floral headband had started to wilt.
   He had to use two precious ounces, of the thirty fluid ounces of sperm
from the SpermBank, so when he had finished licking his lips, gaining
strength from the cum, his bonds disappeared and faded from view. He sat
in the beige sand and undid the straps round his ankles, took off the
soiled chiton, and ran to the side of the arena, leapfrogging a bellicose
guard, and found freedom on the otherside of the wall.
   The Phallus and I struck up a truce, he flew up in the air, he'd got
the boy in sight so I roared on, intent on his capture, I had to get there
first. "Winner get Boy!", after all.

   I was thinking of visiting the SpermBank, to get more vitality when I
noticed the Black Knight. I charged at him, Half-man, half beast, half
paladin; I tackled him, grabbing him by the codpiece. I drank all his cum
that he donated unwillingly as I sucked out his life, the barometer on his
Sperm Bank dwindled out and was added to mine.
   I collected his weapon, the sword "Stormbringer" and ran through the
orchard into the Hellespont maze. 
   The Golden Phallus flew high up above. Using a measure of LifeForce,  I
requested a flying dragon, leapt on its back and took the battle to the
skies, with clouds red, like ropeburns on a pale blue-veined horizon, soft
as gooseflesh, I brandished my sword and sunk it into the abdomen of the
godlike Phallus and he plunged to the earth. His lifeforce added to mine:
I couldn't lose. 
    The dragon's foul breath, was turning my stomach so we landed, and the
green garden was sprinkled with gold cracked eggshell-like fragments, I
drank greedily on the raw yolk. The SpermBank counter went crazy, and
Brian realised he'd taken on more than he could chew.

   He hit the Pause button and took my cock in his mouth. I wanted more
adventure so hit the Resume button and the movie progressed where the
runaway slave boy, hidden in the center of the maze, convinced he was safe
took a timeout. He needed to add more lifeforce, so he started jacking
himself off till his barometer increased with a SpermCount of a healthier
size. His eyes latched onto the most central flagstone. Lifted up the
portal and slipped into the cavernous spiral stairway, leading to the next
level, below.


   I was lost in the maze, unable to fight my way out. Brian had come away
from my cock, started watching the screen, wondering where his character
would end up. A labyrinth jewel cave, that sparkled with wealth. He
dressed himself in pearl necklaces, put rings on each finger, rolled over
showered with booty, on topaz coloured cushions and shrieked with
delight.The eroticism of money, a basic human need.
   If Brian hadn't been so caught up, in his fiscal orgiastic ecstasy he
might've noticed, that King Rat had crept into the room.

   Meanwhile back at my dilemma. In this brickfaced dungeon lit only by a
single smouldering flame, due no doubt to be extinguished any second, I
came face to face  with three gilt handled phalli, flaccid, semi-hard and
grew flagrantly erect. The uncoiling handles, I had to pick one; I pulled
on the second golden dick, and a trapdoor opened, and I fell down a
tunnel, and was ejected onto level three, only slightly worse for wear;
positioned as I was, I had a view on the scene below. The Rats had
surrounded young Brian and were poised for the kill. Pink-eyed. whiskers
bristling, noses sniffing, tails swishing, the older one moved forward,
teeth bared, ready to go for the throat. I leapt down on the leader, broke
his back, and turned to face the remainder of the rat pack.
   Brian whispered, by the computer's green glow, save me, save me, and I
held him close, and he sat on my lap as I made my next move.
   I grabbed hold of two rodents, and crushed them together, till their
bodies were broken and the others slinked off.
   
   "That's some kind of game," he said.
   "Real life, isn't so different."
   "But you ain't a bull..."
   "You ain't no precious virgin either, are you?"
   "Never took it up the ass before..."
   "Before?"
   "Before tonight....."
   The ScreenSaver kicked in. A montage wall-paper, of a handsome hunk,
sporting an erection, similar to mine, similar to Brian's.
   
   We fell to the floor, clothes came off, and I was holding him, he was
pulling, I turned, and went for gold, and penetrating him, heard a sound
that did not sound too unlike a modem's squeal.
   We played the game again, took on different roles, different scenario,
and each time, we beat the computer.