Just a Little Game

"Hey, I'm super pumped you stopped by, man! Wanna try out this new project I've been working on?"

The excitement in Jason's voice was palpable. Yet Zach, leaning casually against his friend's little kitchen table, knew Jason well enough to guess that the "project" was probably something only of interest to a fellow nerd. Memories of past "projects," most of which had tended to result in nothing more momentous than a blinking LED, crowded into his mind – but he batted them away. No. As a good friend he should be excited, too. No matter how boring the thing might be, he shouldn't let it show...

"Sure," he responded, following Jason's lead into the apartment's dimly lit living room and casting a quick glance around. "Hey, by the way, where's Rose?" Not that he had a crush on the curvy little brunette. Of course not. He would never actually be jealous of his buddy! Though damn, Jason sure was lucky to have such a cute person as his live-in girlfriend...

"Oh, Rose?" Jason's voice was muffled from craning down over the side of the couch into a heap of disordered circuit boards and wire tangles. "She's busy with something else right now. Really shouldn't bother her..." And then he was emerging, red-faced and triumphant, with a old laptop screen and – of all things – a game controller in his hands.

"Check this out!" he enthused, tossing the controller into Zach's unprepared hands. "It's a racing game I've been dreaming up! Now, I know-" he threw up a warning hand as he began propping the screen and its trail of wires against a haphazard stack of programming books and manga. "I know what you're gonna say already. 'Jason, what's the matter with GTA? Why don't you play freaking Mario Kart if you wanna kill time on a racing sim?'"

Zach chuckled despite himself at his friend's unusually perceptive – and accurate – assessment. "Well, yeah," he admitted, fiddling absently with the controller in his hands. "I guess I am wondering that. So why don't you tell me why you're trying to reinvent the wheel, huh? Eeyyy, get it? 'Cause wheel and racing-?"

"Yeah, yeah, very funny," Jason snarked back, grinning into the screen that was now glowing with an array of pixelated white characters. "No, listen. Most racing games are super unrealistic, right? I mean, you've got your indestructible cars, and telephone poles you can simply clip off, and completely crazy handling-" "Okay? So what?" "So I wanted to make a sim that's a bit more realistic!" Jason retorted. "Oh, I don't have the fancy graphics and animations and shit – that's all way beyond me. But I was like, why not add just two simple, realistic elements? Why not add an engine temp and a manual transmission?"

"Huh?"

It was simple, Jason explained over the next ten minutes, his face alight with geeky enthusiasm. All you had to do was navigate your car down the blocky, pixelated little racecourse on the screen and make it to the finish line before the ten-minute clock ran out. The hitch, though, was that you couldn't just floor it and make it there with an engine that would be complete toast. No, you had to coax it along, alternating between gears, speeding up and slowing down to get the maximum distance without risking a catastrophic engine overheat. Because let that happen once, and... well, game over.

"You can do it!" Jason enthused, and before he quite knew what was happening, Zach found himself at the controls as the little car blob crept forward on the screen. "Try second," Jason suggested, and with a push of a button the blob soon picked up speed. "See the red bar there? Watch your temp," he admonished – and sure enough, Zach could already see the little bar edging upward. Hmm, maybe it can take third. Otherwise I'll never get there...

It was surprisingly engrossing, Zach couldn't deny. It felt like a road version of Flappy Bird: trying to find a delicate balance between too fast and too slow. After trying fourth, for instance, he became alarmed by just how quickly the menacing red bar began to rise, and he quickly backed down into third, and then second. Dammit, gotta let it cool down...

A distant sound, like a strangely garbled murmur, momentarily broke his concentration then. "Hey, what was-" "Oh, it's nothing," Jason assured him, with a quick glance toward the closed bedroom door. "I bet it's the wind out there – or maybe Rose messing about with that voice changer project. But look, you're almost cooled back down again!"

And so indeed it had. When at last Zach, with sweaty palms and furrowed brow, had finally navigated the little car to its grainy finish line, the clock onscreen was just about out of time. "Look, man, you did it!" Jason exclaimed, punching the air in vicarious victory. "Now, was that fun or what? C'mon, tell me you enjoyed that!"

As another strange shuddering moan, louder than before, emanated from the closed bedroom door, Zach raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, I mean, sure! But hey, you sure Rose is okay in there?"

To which Jason only grinned. "Of course! Hey, watch – I'm going to try a round myself!"

***

Was Rose truly okay? Well, that depends on who you might ask.

If Zach could have peeked through the door and into that darkened bedroom, he would have seen a sight to set his pulse hammering and the blood rushing to his cheeks. For stretched out on the rumpled bed was the bound – and fully nude – form of Jason's buxom girlfriend, Rose. Limbs writhing, hands clenching, the naked girl was powerless to escape. And thanks to the giant red ball gag strapped firmly in her drooling mouth, she could do little more than murmur the inarticulate gurgle of a helpless captive.

A closer look would have revealed even more. For besides the usual Fitbit on her wrist, upon each bared breast was perched a cup-like device, each hooked with lines of light plastic tubing to a pump on the nightstand beside her. A more perceptive viewer would have spotted the silicone end of a vibrating butt plug down between her legs, as well as a little cord from a hidden bullet vibe trailing from her glistening pussy. Yet all that paled before the most obvious device of all: a large magic wand, roped fast to her right thigh and pressed sadistically down upon her clit.

The bullet vibe sprang to life just then. "Aww, only first?" she heard from the other room, and she whimpered softly as the first shivers of arousal began to course through her once more. "Hey, you'll never get there at that rate! Third, at least!" The nipple suckers began their rhythmic ministrations, and her dark eyes slid shut involuntarily as a shudder of pleasure coursed through her. Oh, god that felt so good- Her pulse was rising, thumping again in her ears and against the Fitbit, setting the red bar in the next room creeping slowly higher...

And so she writhed silently in the darkened bedroom, completely at the mercy of the two friends in the next room, only one of who had any inkling of what the innocent-seeming controller was capable of making her feel. On would come the anal vibe, and off again as she moaned softly, feeling herself slipping further and further down into a maelstrom of sensory pleasure. Yes, yes, oh, god, please-

But then would come a shout of laughter from the other room. "Dude, watch it – you're gonna overheat! Back it down, bro!" And off would go one or more of the devices, and down she would unwillingly slide, whimpering pathetically and completely overcome with her all-consuming, primal need to cum. Oh sure, she'd been keen to try this. She'd even helped design the fucking setup. But god, if only she'd known how intense the experience would be – how desperately horny she would become with every minute of edging that passed...

And then she heard the fateful words from the lips of her boyfriend's unwitting companion. "Hey, what actually happens if you overheat? I know the game ends, but does it like, explode or something?" Oh god, yes, please, please-

"Wanna see?" As the wand – what Jason had laughingly dubbed the "afterburner" – kicked into gear at long last, she trembled in a paroxysm of heady anticipation. Here she lay, a helpless captive. Bound. Gagged. The desperately horny plaything of her boyfriend and his buddy. They were teasing her, using her, vibing her naked body, tickling her every orifice, torturing her with sordid pleasure until she couldn't- couldn't take it anymore- lost all control-

Ohmygod yesyesyesyesyes ohgodohgodohgod oh fuuuuuuccckkk!!!

She heard her muffled cries of animalistic, shuddering pleasure escaping her, felt her entire body arching and convulsing with the sheer release of all the pent-up tension of the last hour. She was cumming at long last: helplessly, involuntarily, and all at the whim of her dear Jason and his friend...

"No, seriously. Like, what's going on in there, dude? Seriously, like, what the hell?! Rose, are you okay?!"

And then the door swung open, and her widened eyes were staring right into those of the two young guys who, knowingly or not, had been responsible for it all. "I told you. It's just a little game, bro," she heard her boyfriend protest sheepishly, with a lame chuckle and gesture at his captive girlfriend. "Just a little game..."

Just a little fucking game, she repeated mentally, casting a suddenly self-conscious glance of shame downward at her lewdly exposed self. But fuck me, right now all I want is for you to two to keep losing.