The Games
The pounding on my door jolted me awake and I sat up in bed. What time is it? Is there a fire? Who could it be? With no time to really gather my thoughts I threw off the sheets, the cold air sharp against my naked body. I wrapped a robe around myself, tied it around my waist, and made my way to the front door, which was still being hammered by whoever this maniac is on the other side.
I jerk the door open to what I first assume is a prank. One strikingly handsome man in an ink-black suit, a briefcase clasped by both hands on either side in front of him at waist-level, and two men behind him, both in white ski masks, only their eyes showing. The two masked men are in light blue jumpsuits and are standing with their hands behind their backs, staring straight ahead as if awaiting orders from their leader. The man in front has his emerald green eyes locked on me. His long chin-length dark hair slicked back except for a few strands that have fallen forward. His chiseled jaw is clenched as he stares at me intensely. I laugh, frustrated, and say “What the fuck is this?”
“How seriously do you take your pleasure?” the frontman asked.
“Excuse me?”
He repeats, slowly, “How seriously - do you take - your pleasure?”
“I – I’m sorry, who are you?”
He takes one step forward into my doorway. The two masked men follow.
“Mr. Levitt,” he started, “how serious are you about pleasure. It’s a simple question. If you cannot give an answer, I have a test we can administer here and now to provide one.”
I laugh out of nerves again, standing in place, refusing to budge. “How do you know my name? Did the guys put you up to this? Come on, lose the masks.”
“Their identity is of no concern to you, Mr. Levitt,” he stated sharply. “I wish for more privacy. We will come in now and shut the door behind us.”
“And again - who the fuck are you?” I asked, obviously frustrated, but now genuinely more curious.
“You may call me Commander. Allow us inside. All will be revealed, Mr. Levitt.”
“And your two buddies, Commander?” I inquire sarcastically.
“They are here to assist with your assessment. Allow us inside, Mr. Levitt, or we leave immediately.”
To be honest, at this point my curiosity is piqued. The guy is incredibly handsome, so much so that his dryness and refusal to disclose more details is kind of turning me on. The two taller masked men behind just add to the mystery.
“I’ll bite,” I say in surrender, “Come in. Do your thing.”
“Very well,” he says as they step in, close the door behind them, and make their way into my living room.
“Please have a seat on the couch, Mr. Levitt.”
“Yes sir,” I say, fully giving into whatever this is. I sit in the center seat of the couch. Commander is standing on the far side of the coffee table, still holding his briefcase. His two companions are standing at both sides of the table, facing me, hands still behind their backs.
“Again I ask you – how seriously do you take your pleasure?”
“Very seriously,” I reply, looking at all three men in the eyes. They’re all looking back at me, unblinking.
“Very good to know, Mr. Levitt. I – ”
“You can call me Rome”
“I understand but I must keep this professional. I present to you a trial we call Take It or Leave It.”
Commander places his briefcase on the coffee table in front of me. He pulls out a laptop, opens it, and after a few taps of the keyboard turns it to face me. I notice a red light at the top center of the screen.
“Are you recording me?”
“Streaming, sir. All responses will be streamed to interested parties. As of now, there are 358 connected viewers and counting. Our viewers have come to expect quality, riveting, high-stakes entertainment. 464 viewers, now. You were identified as our next participant from a poll taken based on public photos on a dating app you joined. Every year, 100 participants are recruited for a program we like to call Pleasure House. We will conduct a series of tests to see what you are willing to do for Pleasure House. If you prove worthy, you’ll be relocated for several weeks to our facilities in an undisclosed location, where tests of endurance, wit, strength, and perseverance will be performed for a live voting audience. There will be one man standing at the end of the games, and he will be granted access to the world’s finest facilities, the finest dining. Essentially, all your hedonistic desires will be fulfilled, should you leave Pleasure House the victor. There are now 934 viewers. Do you accept the trial?”
“And what are these games? Where are these viewers from? What does winning and losing mean in your games? I have to say, I’m interested, but I have so many questions.”
“The games are designed by the viewers themselves. They propose trials and vote on which games make it through. The viewers connect from all around the world. They have paid subscriptions – highly priced subscriptions – that allow them access to view and create the games. Once they see how the contestants fare their trials, they allow them into their circles. Losing a trial means you are escorted out of the facilities, back to your life, all is erased, and you are forever forbidden from accessing Pleasure House again.”
“And what if I just say now that I’m in? Can we just go straight to the games?”
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Levitt. The viewers want to see what you’re willing to do, how far you’re willing to go, before they throw you in with the other contestants. The games require a certain breed of participant.”
“A certain breed. This all sounds wild, but what have you got? What’s the first trial?” I look directly into the camera “What do you have for me, viewers?! Hit me with it!”
“Mr. Levitt, there are 2,483 viewers. They are voting on which trial you will be presented. In the meantime, please open your robe.”
“My robe?”
“Yes, sir. The games are intimate in nature.”
“Yeah, I gathered that…well, let’s do this.” I stand up, untie my robe, open it to reveal my already firm, girthy, cut cock to Commander and his companions. Commander’s eyes scan my body, fixating on my dick for a few moments.
“I think the viewers will be pleased. Have a seat.”
I sit back down, my robe open, my full body, face, and erect dick exposed to these mystery viewers.
“Mr. Levitt,” Commander started “the viewers have voted on your first trial. It seems it’s an easy one. Congratulations.”
“What’ve we got?” I asked.”
“The viewers want to see you edged to climax by my colleagues here, and they want you to receive your own ejaculate.”
“They want me to eat my own cum?”
“That is how the viewers voted, sir.”
“Well, boys, let’s not keep ‘em waiting.”
Commander, with a nod, signaled for his two companions to proceed. Commander stayed in place behind the camera while the other two men sat on either side of me on the couch. One pulled out a bottle of lube, poured a little into his palm, and started to massage my cock with it, grinding his fist up and down my 8 inches. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, locked onto mine.
“Fuck!” I yelped, not expecting him to start so suddenly.
“Hands behind your head, Mr. Levitt,” Commander directed.
On my right side, the other man leaned into me, putting his masked face against my armpit, his breath warm against my skin through the cotton mask. He started to sniff through his mask and play with my nipples as the other worked my slick dick up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
“Excellent start, friends,” Commander said, “3,200 viewers. The max is 5,000. We are getting close to a full house."
I lock eyes with Commander as my nipples, cock, and pits are being worshipped by these two masked, fully dressed men.
“Are you getting in on this?” I look into the camera, “Does Commander get to play?”
“Only if they request it so,” Commander says.
I wink at him, teasing him, letting him know I definitely want him in on this. I notice his dick getting hard through his pants. His stoic resistance turns me on even more.
“Ugggh!” I groan as the guy on my dick starts to pump his fist even harder, “Fuck, your fist feels so good!”
The other guy reaches for my balls, cupping my heavy sack in his hand. I feel his fingers start to explore and make their way toward my hole.
“Let me lube them up for you,” I tell him directly, then stick out my tongue.
He places two fingers in my mouth, and I start to suck intensely. I wish I had a dick to suck on, but this will do. I leave his fingers dripping wet and he returns to my hole. I spread my legs wider so he has easier access. He starts to tease my hole, drawing circles around it as the other guy hammers my cock, the squishing of his fist almost comically loud.
“Please finger my pussy” I beg him, looking into his eyes. "I need to feel it in me."
He looks to Commander for leadership. With a nod, Commander grants him permission to enter my hole. His fingers work their way in, knuckle deep, and I feel them pulsing and pushing and pulling against my walls as my dick is being fist pounded. He works my hole a while, matching the rhythm of the other guy’s fist. I hold eye contact with Commander.
“Oh, shit! I’m going to cum!” I look into the camera. “Is this what you all wanted to see?”
Commander snaps his fingers. Both men immediately remove their hands and stand up, their hands back in place behind their backs. My wet heavy dick falls between my legs. My hole is suddenly empty, twitching.
“What?!” I sit there, breathing heavy, in shock my orgasm was cut off.
“We’ll work our way back, Mr. Levitt. The viewers want you edged. We can’t end the show so soon, it’s only been 15 minutes.”
“How long do they want me edged?”
“They’ll decide. Men, back in position.”
The two men get back to business, and I get back to groaning and moaning in pleasure. This goes on and on for solid hour.
Finally, after the 9th time nearing orgasm, I beg into the camera “Please let me cum! Please!?”
The two men look at Commander. He nods. They continue finger fucking and fist pounding me. Commander pulls out a drinking glass.
“Oh yeah, they want me to drink my own nut,” I remembered.
I put my feet up on the coffee table to inch my dick closer to my mouth. Commander adjusts the camera to catch the right angle.
The guys working me don’t miss a single beat as I reposition.
My mouth is open, as close as I can get it to my throbbing dick. My hole is still being worked, now with three fingers pounding me. The guy’s grip on my dick tightens as he jerks me of with intent. All three men are now looking into my eyes, eagerly waiting for me to explode.
Commander puts the drinking glass aside, realizing it won't be necessary.
“FUCK! It’s coming! I’m cumming!” I yell.
I open my mouth to catch my nut. It flows out of my cock so hard that is splashes loudly against the back of my throat. I gulp it down and another burst of hot nut splashes against my forehead, dripping down my face and neck. Another spurt to the tongue.
“Fuck!” I gurgle out a few more desperate groans. I haven’t had an orgasm this intense in a while.
Another few more bursts of nut and the men stand up, back in position, leaving me there, face covered in my own jizz. My load dripping off my face and onto my bare chest.
I lick my lips, trying to get as much of my nut as possible into my mouth.
“What did they think?” I ask Commander.
“You pass, Mr. Levitt. Welcome to Pleasure House. We’ll be in contact soon.”
The two men put on gloves they pull from the back pockets of their jumpsuits. Commander folds his laptop, places it in his briefcase, and they see themselves out.
Breathing heavily, covered in my own nut, I say aloud to myself through a laugh, “Welcome to Pleasure House” and shake my head, unaware of what I had just signed up for.
