Game

 

Oliver was sitting on the couch nervously waiting for his roommate Logan to come back to the apartment. He fidgeted restlessly, rehearsing the script he had created in his head about what he was going to say to Logan, it was his chance to finally change things and he really didn’t want to mess this up. Oliver and Logan had been good friends but over the last few years things had changed and both of their lives had taken different directions. Oliver had focussed on his education and working tirelessly to move forward with his career, while Logan had got into fitness, partying, casual hook ups and having as much fun as he could. This led the pair to accuse each other of being boring or irresponsible, causing arguments and spending less time together. What’s more Oliver had come out as gay and while Logan had said he was cool and supportive, Oliver would sometimes catch Logan making faces when he would talk about guys or make comments about Oliver staring at his muscular body. Oliver felt awkward and uncomfortable, which he never felt before around Logan. This wasn’t helped by the fact that Logan was always shirtless and rightly so he had worked hard on his body and looked amazing, his pecs were heavy, his biceps huge, his back wide, his ass plump and his legs thick. If they hadn’t been such good friends Oliver would have found Logan attractive but it wasn’t like that and even Logan joking about it made him feel weird.

Oliver could see as clear as day that the friendship he had shared with Logan for so many years was fading, his buddy was becoming a gym-obsessed party boy while he himself recognised that he was becoming more reserved and less fun. Oliver didn’t want to lose the relationship he had with Logan but all attempts to fix it had fallen flat and so Oliver had gotten desperate. While the two men had grown apart there was still something they did together and always had fun and that was playing video games. When their schedules were free and they could spend a whole day on the couch eating snacks, having a beer and playing against each other it felt like old times. However, even those moments were becoming more fleeting so when a pop-up appeared on Oliver’s phone about a new video game that was said to fix any problem between two people and was rated 5 stars, he brought it. 

The game had arrived quickly and appeared to be a fighting game by Flipside Studios. Oliver had never heard of them but the reviews online raved about it, every single of them talked about how it had saved relationships, friendships and marriages and improved them all significantly. Oliver had loaded up the game to try it out before Logan was home and something odd happened, the normal terms and conditions from the company had appeared on screen with a wisp of green smoke but it only had one rule. That whoever won a game would be allowed one request of the other with total control and obedience. Oliver accepted and tried to move forward with the game but couldn't. The same terms and conditions appeared again but this time with player 2 at the top of the screen. Oliver tried to click through it again but the game just kept asking for a second player and no matter what Oliver tried to do it wouldn’t progress, like it somehow knew Oliver was on his own. Oliver had sat there for a while thinking it was a scam and was pissed off he had lost money on some piece of junk that wouldn’t even let him get to the starting menu, but the more he sat in front of the screen the more he allowed himself to believe in the game. If he won then he could ask Logan to be fully comfortable with him being gay, he could ask him to party less and spend more time with him again, he could put things back to the way they were before. The more Oliver thought it over the more he wanted to play with Logan but would he be able to convince him to play? That’s why for the last hour or so Oliver had planned out every scenario in his head when Logan returned to get him to play.


Suddenly there was a slam at the door and Oliver fumbled the game controller in his hands as a sweaty and perhaps slightly drunk Logan bundled into the apartment, throwing down his gym bag, finishing an energy drink and unleashing a loud burp.

Oliver smiled and tried not to appear too eager. “Hey bud, good time out with the guys?


Logan slammed himself down next to Oliver while looking at his phone, barely looking at his roommate. “Yeah, Brad took us to his new place after the gym and we had a few beers.” Logan then looked up at the TV and saw the unfamiliar game. “ What have you been up to?”


Oliver could feel the sweat on his brow “It’s just this new game I bought, didn’t realise you need a player 2. Do you fancy a game? It’s a fighting game, it got good reviews.”


“Sure, why not, but don’t be a prick and just beat the shit out of me. I need to learn the controls first.” Logan said with a slight smile as he picked up the second controller.


Oliver paused and watched hesitantly as Logan clicked on the terms and conditions and… didn’t read a thing and clicked accept. Oliver watched as the menu appeared and to his surprise it looked similar to an arcade style fighter. It didn’t take long before both men had selected a character and were fighting it out. Oliver was always more skilled than Logan and the fact his roommate had consumed more than a couple of beers winning the first game was pretty easy. As the victory screen played Logan slapped his leg and sat up ‘Another round that wasn’t fair my guy was shit!” Logan smiled and Oliver could see his old friendship clear as day. However, Logan’s smile faded fast when the next message appeared on the screen.


‘Player 1 is victorious! What is your command for Player 2?’


“What’s it talking about?” Logan said confused, Oliver then watched his friend’s face twist into an expression of disgust. “This isn’t one of those weird sex games is it? You gonna make my character do some of your gay shit? My guy ain’t no fairy”


A wave of nausea ran through Oliver as Logan stared at him with pure revulsion, Oliver started to sweat and feel his stomach twist as anxiety and fear raced with him. Oliver had never expected Logan to say anything so crass and to make him feel so uncomfortable. Oliver knew it was a bad idea attempting to fix the friendship, if this was how Logan really felt, how disgusted he truly was then it was unsalvageable. Oliver was about to laugh it off and then make some excuse to stop playing when a jolt of electricity raced from his controller and gave his hands a mild shock, while a slither of green smoke invaded Oliver’s senses. Suddenly, Oliver’s anxiety faded and instead he felt something much more sinister, anger. How dare Logan treat him this way, make him feel like dogshit on the bottom of his shoe! Well fuck him, if he thinks its all about ‘gay shit’ then lets make it even worse.


Oliver’s eyes glowed slightly green as his face and demeanor shifted “No your character won’t be doing anything gay but you will.”


“What the fuck are you talkin-”


“Player 2 will take off all their clothes in a sexy strip tease paying extra attention to their ass and will dance anytime I say the word stripper.’ Oliver interrupted with a slight grin on his face.


Logan was about to curse Oliver out when his body started to move on its own standing up and then slightly moving his hips as he seductively pulled up his t-shirt to reveal his abs and then pulled it over his head swinging the shirt around rhythmically as he bucked his hips. “What is going on? How are you doing this? WHY CAN’T I STOP?” Logan yelled as he turned around slowly pulled down his jeans and stuck his ass out alluringly towards Oliver, shaking his cheeks in his tight undies. Oliver smiled as he watched Logan’s huge muscles flex and shift as the toned gym bro danced, gyrated and posed in nothing but his underwear for him. Logan continued to blather, shifting from anger and confusion but still he danced, his panic heightened when his fingers hooked themselves into his waistband of his underwear and once again he turned around and bent over presenting his wide bubble butt to Oliver. “Please Oliver, you have to stop this!” Logan cried as he slowly pulled down his underwear, revealing his pale, perfectly formed ass cheeks and rosy pink hole. Then jiggling his cheeks and giving them a hard spank he twerked his ass like a desperate stripper looking for an extra couple of dollars. Oliver could only smile at Logan’s humiliation and at the perfect pale peachy ass wobbling in front of him, his own cock stirring at the beautiful sight.

After another few minutes of Logan dancing around his big, soft cock bobbing around and his big ass shaken in Oliver’s face, the panicked jock finally found himself sitting down and picking up his controller, his body back under his control. Logan's face initially was embarrassed as he covered his naked dick with his hands and the controller but that soon turned to rage. Turning to Oliver, Logan clenched his fists and was about to launch at his former friend however, before Logan had the chance Oliver uttered a single word and smiled.


“Stripper”


Immediately Logan lost control of his body as he got to his feet and began gyrating, his huge flaccid cock flopping around in front of Oliver. “Stop this now Oliver! I’m going to kill you!” Logan cried as he put his hands on his knees and started twerk his big ass for Oliver.


“I don’t think so Logan unless you want to be dancing like a slut whenever I want!” Oliver laughed, the pained angry expression of Logan looked so mismatched with his sultry movements and grinding that he couldn’t help but laugh, his ‘friend’ was getting what he deserved. Oliver’s eyes glowed green once again as confidence radiated through his body, the feeling of being in control was almost addicting, he needed more. “If you want to get rid of your new dance moves then you will just have to play me and win. Then you can tell me to never say the word stripper again, whoops!” At the utterance of the word Logan’s dancing continued and became more energised as he started dry humping the floor and spanking his pale plump ass. It took a while for Logan to process what Oliver had said as he was still mid-dance but as he popped his pecs a defeated “Fine” came from his gritted teeth.


After another few minutes of dancing and red hand print now on his own ass, Logan stopped and sat down. Grabbing the controller he selected a different character before looking at Oliver “You’re dead” he growled before awkwardly hiding his dick under a cushion.


Oliver just smiled as he chose the same character again, this time the match was much closer now that Logan knew the controls and what was at stake for the loser, but Logan let anger get the better of him. Making sloppy mistakes Logan threw the controller cursing “This is fucking rigged! I’m not playing this anymore! I don’t care if you can make me strip, I’m out of here!” Logan bent down to grab his shorts before heading for the door but sadly he never made it out of the apartment.


‘Player 1 is victorious! What is your command for Player 2?’


“Player 2 will always play this game with me whenever I ask and when he plays he will become overwhelmingly aroused… So Logan come back and play with me.” Oliver smiled as Logan was forced to stop and turn around, it was obvious he was trying to fight his body but it was out of his control now. The muscular naked jock stomped back to the sofa, grabbing his controller and sitting down. Oliver grinned as he picked up his controller ready to play another round when a small moan eeked out of Logan’s lips. Turning to his former friend Oliver let out a small gasp as he watched Logan’s previously flaccid dick harden and almost double in size. Oliver knew Logan was hung but he didn’t realise he was also a grower, his cock was colossal! At least 8 inches long and perfectly thick his huge dick stood to attention and pulsed, his balls tensed and the first bead of precum leaked from the top. 

Logan bit his lip as he bucked his hips slightly, he felt like he was on the verge of orgasm but he wasn’t even touching his cock. Logan desperately wanted to cum, to jerk off but his hands would not come away from the controller! A wave of pure pleasure raced through him and he whimpered in pleasure as more precum dripped from his throbbing cock. Logan has never felt pleasure like it and he wasn’t even doing anything.


Oliver giggled at his former friend “Oh Logan, I never knew you felt that way about me”


Logan could barely respond as he tried to calm the arousal that was coursing through his body and cock, instead he said “FuUuuccCCCKKKK” as his cock shivered on the verge of ejaculation.


“Ok next round, I’ve already chosen my character” Oliver smiled waiting for Logan who hadn’t even looked up from his cock to choose one.


Logan tried to concentrate but his horniness was all encompassing, there was no way he could play with his cock ready to cum at any second. “Nooot FAir” Logan managed to vocalise through his moans and whimpers.


“C’mon Logan I want to play” Oliver said his eyes glowing forcing Logan to choose a character.


Now this time it was not close at all, Logan was not sure he even threw a punch or had a move connect with Oliver’s character because his cock was on fire and his body ached for release, it was all he could think about. So when he lost and he finally got control of his hands they rushed to his cock to pump away however, as soon as the game finished and he regained control all pleasure ceased and Logan was left with a floppy cock covered in precum and left completely unsatisfied.


‘Player 1 is victorious! What is your command for Player 2?’


While Logan was left breathless and playing with his cock Oliver readied his next command, see, after witnessing Logan’s gargantuan cock he had become jealous and decided that he wanted what his former friend had. “Player 2 will give his size to Player 1, his height, his muscles, his cock but he can keep his butt that looks good on him.” Oliver grinned as Logan was too preoccupied with his lack of orgasm to hear what Oliver had commanded.


It was subtle at first so much so that Logan didn’t notice as his biceps started to deflate, his abs became less defined, his legs grew shorter and his pecs sunk into his chest. It was only when the big cock he was playing with in his hands started to slither away from his grip did he realise something was wrong. “What the fuck did you do to my dick Oliver!” Logan shouted his voice already a little bit higher, Logan was about to continue his tirade when he noticed that Oliver looked different. His formerly slim friend now looked wider, bulkier and taller. Oliver flexed his growing bicep and watched as the bulge in his shorts started to grow bigger. “I’m just taking what I want Logan, don’t worry you won’t need it any longer” Oliver cackled as his eyes glowed green and he started to grow in height to over six feet while Logan felt himself diminish to a pathetic 5 '3. Logan whimpered as he watched his hard earned muscles disappear leaving him with tiny arms and legs that were almost dainty, his stomach lost all muscle but remained flat and thin, while his ass did not change leaving him looking pearshaped, he looked ridiculous a tiny twink with a bodybuilder’s ass! However, Logan had more pressing issues than his plump pale cheeks as his hands grabbed at his shrinking cock he almost started to cry as inch after inch was lost until he was left with only one. A tiny cock head nestled above his balls, a microdick that could never been used to fuck and now was only good for pissing. 

When the transfer had stopped Oliver was left standing admiring his muscles while Logan was left sobbing on the sofa pulling at his tiny cock hoping to regain some of its size.

“It’s not going to get even bigger Logan, you gave your size to me. You want to see it?” Oliver smiled and didn’t wait for an answer as he pulled down his underwear and let his new huge cock flop free.

Oliver giggled as he wagged his new huge cock in front of the weeping Logan. “Why are you doing this to me?” Logan sobbed as he looked at his new muscular roommate and the cock he used to have bouncing around in front of him.


Oliver just smiled as his eyes glowed with a bright emerald hew “ I just want us to be friends again and I think you are going to be a much better friend by the end of the night. Now let’s play again!”


“NooOOOOooOOoOOoOO” Logan whined as he grabbed the controller and once again he was overwhelmed with arousal. Except this time while his cock was hard it grew no bigger and remained a rigid little nub. While it still urged for Logan’s attention, Logan was more concerned with another part of his body that now also urged for his attention as it dripped with arousal, his asshole. On his now much larger ass Logan wiggled restlessly as his hole demanded stimulation. Unlike before where Logan only wanted to touch his cock and jerk off he now just wanted to touch his butthole something he had never done before! Logan whined as he wriggled around, his little cock leaking and his hole on fire begging to be touched, to be filled. Logan knew this wasn’t right, he was straight he shouldn’t want to touch his asshole, he was tall, muscular, and hung. This wasn’t him! He needed to win, he needed to focus.


Logan fought his urges and against the constant ebb of arousal that pulsed through his body as he looked at the characters, he should choose the one he had almost won with before, he should choose the one that he knew the most about, the one he had the most experience with. It took everything Logan had to choose that character and not the barbarian with the big biceps or the orc with the obscene bulge. Logan needed to win and as the match started it seemed like he could, getting some good combos early and chipping away at Oliver’s health. He could win, he could command Oliver to give everything back, to change things back to how they were before the game, he could be himself again. Logan smiled, he would be tall again, he would be muscular and he would have his huge throbbing cock. His thick cock that needed two hands to hold, his massive dick that made women go crazy, his huge hard cock that was so big and massive he just wished he had it in his ass right now! Logan moaned as he started humping the sofa cushion, rubbing his pulsing asshole against the fabric hoping to get some form of relief from the overwhelming urge his ass had to be filled and fucked. Logan was so busy imagining his own hard cock up his ass that he lost any sense of the game he was playing until it was too late. When the arousal faded and control returned to himself again he stared mouth open, tears in his eyes as the familiar screen he had witnessed too much today.


‘Player 1 is victorious! What is your command for Player 2?’


Logan looked over at Oliver pleadingly but he could tell he would get no mercy from his former friend.


“Whenever we play video games, Player 2 will sit on my huge cock and pleasure Player 1 like his life depended on it.” Oliver grinned as his eyes glowed green, his huge cock getting hard.


“Please Oliver change us back. I don't want this!” Logan pleaded


“Oh but you will! Now let’s play!” Oliver said, sitting back and motioning to the hard 9 inch cock in his lap.


All Logan could do was cry as his body took control and climbed onto Oliver’s lap, his huge pale ass positioned above the thick monster cock before slamming down onto his leaking cock head. Logan winced in pain but was soon overwhelmed with pleasure as a new game was started. Logan found himself energised and his asshole begged for more of Oliver’s cock. Logan started bouncing and riding the huge dick that used to belong to him and his mind began to melt. While he was gaming the only thing in the world that mattered was Oliver’s cock and he needed to make it cum. Logan wasn’t even facing the screen anymore as he moaned and fucked himself silly on Oliver’s cock, nothing else in the world mattered besides Oliver’s cock it was his whole life now. The old him, the gym bro party boy, the straight hung fuck boy was gone and instead he was just a hole to pleasure Oliver’s cock. Logan was no longer a person but just a bubble butt slut to be fucked.

Logan just moaned in pleasure as he increased his fucking, he needed to pleasure Oliver he needed to make him cum! Logan was so busy he didn’t see the familiar message on the game appear again.


‘Player 1 is victorious! What is your command for Player 2?’


Oliver moaned as felt his cock on the verge of cumming as Logan continued to whine and moan as he bounced. Oliver growled into Logan’s ear his final command “Player 2 will forever be Player 1’s obedient little cum dump for the rest of his life and will beg for Player 1’s cock every chance he gets.”


As those words were uttered Oliver and Logan’s fates were sealed as Logan began screaming for Oliver’s to fuck him harder, to get his cock deeper! Logan had lost the game and now would be nothing more than a cumdump for his former best friend and new master for the rest of their lives.