Zak watched Gill leave, secretly appreciating her perky new breasts. A bit later Sol made a rude comment to Rebecca. He told him to shut up. As if she could help it that her finger was up her ass. This damn game was not just changing their bodies, it was affecting their minds. Sol was told to leave before Zak could berate him further. Zak waited and watched Rebecca's finger enter her ass again, her other hand stroking her bald pussy. He wondered if she even noticed it. He flexed his new muscles. They had felt sore at first, as if he had worked out and pushed himself to hard. That feeling had mellowed out, now he just felt ripped. Ripped and horny.
The cause was the metal bondage around his cock. The loop around his cock gave him a permanent hard-on. A second loop constricted his balls. The third loop, around the base of hick cock and balls, felt like someone was squeezing firmly but pleasantly. It actually felt rather good. I hope this permanent hard-on won't damage me, Zak worried. As if in response the bondage squeezed a bit, sending a tingle of pleasure up his spine.
Zak moaned softly and heard Rebecca do the same. The machine lit up. PLAYER 3 PROCEED TO BASEMENT AND FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS. As before the phrase was repeated by a synthesized voice. Zak nodded at Rebecca. For some reason she winked at him. He tried to look casual as he walked to the basement stairs. The look failed. His massive hard-on was too much of a distraction. Hunched over he quickly descended the stairs, happy to be out of sight.
The basement had changed from when he last saw it. The wall opposite the stairs had two doors with stars. The stars where numbered 1 and 4. The left wall had a door with star numbered 2. A spotlight lit the right wall. Taking his cue, Zak walked over to were the spotlight lit up a large crate. He pulled it aside and revealed a door marked 3. He opened it and looked. Inside was a small, pleasant looking room with red carpet and mahogany wardrobes. It smelled faintly of incense. He shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
The carpet was soft and warm. Zak looked around. On the left wall where the four large mahogany wardrobes two to the left and two to the right of a steel, riveted door. The opposite and right wall where hidden behind a thick, green velvet curtain. Zak looked over his shoulder. The door through which he entered was wedged in the corner with the closet wall. The green curtain extended over the rest of this wall as well. In the center of the room was a small dais of the sort a tailor might use to measure someone for a suit. Zak stopped and listened. What was that buzzing sound? It sounded familiar. He shrugged as he couldn't quite place it.
A pleasant chime sounded and letters where projected onto the curtain. YOUR WORD IS HORNY. DRESS ACCORDINGLY FROM THE WARDROBES. CAN YOU BEAT THE HIGH SCORE?
What the...Zak thought. Then shrugged. Typical. Best not to resist too much. So far that made this sick game easier to endure. He thought he heard very faint laughter from behind the curtain. Suppressing a shudder he stepped over to the first wardrobe and opened the door. Inside where latex catsuits in every color imaginable. I could pick a black one, Zak thought, that might look cool. He searched but found only colored catsuits.
Hoping for a better selection he opened the second wardrobe. It was filled with smaller latex items. Hotpants, shirts, jockstraps, garters, stockings, gloves, again in every color imaginable except for black. The third closet contained women's clothing in male sizes as well as pumps, ankle boots and thigh-high boots, also in male sizes. Zak smiled as he closed the doors. Sol would have a field day with that closet. He opened the fourth wardrobe. It was filled with whips, ropes, dildo's, plugs, clamps and more exotic items. Zak took a long tube filled with soft flexible material. What the hell do you use that for? Do I want to know? He put it back where he found it and closed the closet.
He walked back to the catsuit closet and spotted a large pump flask labeled 'dressing lube'. That made sense. He pumped some on his hand and smelt it. It was odorless. He picked a metallic green catsuit and pumped some lube in it. He slipped the legs on. The latex was cold on his skin and tight. He pulled the legs up. They fit and warmed up quickly. He took more lube and covered his arms. Pushing them in he used the arms of the catsuit to pull the rest of it on. As he closed the front zip he felt the body panels slide into place. He actually felt sexy. Interesting. He had to stop the zip when he reached his erect cock. That most definitively did not fit into the catsuit. Damn that strange bondage. It squeezed his balls softly as if in reply. He checked the back and found the rest of the 3-way zipper. He used the second bit to zip the rear up to his balls. Almost covered, he thought.
Zak looked down at his shiny metallic green body. His throbbing cock made it look a look a lot more perverted than he wanted to. More like not covered at all. A small drop of precum glistened on the top. He ignored it and looked back into the closet. He spotted something black. I'm wearing that, he thought, as he pulled it out. It took about five minutes to figure out what he was looking at. It was a complex web of thick latex straps that crossed over his shoulders and around his waist, diagonal lines formed an X from the sides of his waist to his shoulders. A second set over his lower back made an X there as well. Two more straps slid down around his balls and between his legs snapping shut in the back. They kept the harness in place. It was covered in D-rings. Was this a good idea? Zak wondered.
A spotlight snapped on. It lit up the small pedestal in the center of the room. Zak took the hint and stepped on it. Letters lit up on the curtain. RAISE YOUR ARMS. Zak raised his arms and felt manacles snap over his wrists. He looked up. His hands were locked inside complex looking leather and steel manacles. They had special grips for his hands. He pulled experimentally, the bondage did not budge. He was hardly surprised when he felt something snap shut around his ankles and feet. He looked down and saw manacles with stirrups around his feet. With a ratchetting sound he felt his arms stretch up higher while his legs where pulled apart. The pedestal sank into the floor. He hung suspended. Helpless. For some reason he got extremely horny. Task completed, Zak thought wryly.
"Wrong," said a melodious voice behind him. Zak tried to look over his shoulder. Unable to turn that far he failed. "Your task has only just begun." Who was speaking? He heard the soft tap of high heels hitting carpet. A woman dressed in a tight, red latex jacket with white trim and large brass buttons stepped into view. The front of her jacket was cut deep, giving a spectacular view of a tight black latex corset showing of cleavage. Her hands were covered with black latex gloves that disappeared down the sleeves of her jacket. The jacket came to the top of her thighs, from there black latex stockings with a red stripe on the side appeared. They were encased in matching thigh-high boots with, severe looking, six inch heels. A peaked red cap with gold visor matched her jacket and kept her flowing blond hair from covering her face. Her deep red lips split in a wide grin. She looked straight at him with her blue eyes seeming to glow in their heavy smoky make-up. A wink hinted at trouble to come. She batted her long lashes. "You think you are horny now?" she asked. "I will prove you wrong."
She walked around him, casually flicking Zak's erect cock with a long red fingernail. "But first we need a bit more encouragement." Zak heard a click behind him and the curtain started lifting. As it lifted the buzzing sound intensified. An audience? Zak groaned. He felt his face go red. He had always been slightly shy. Hanging in bondage with his enlarged and bound cock throbbing in the wind was not helping. Where did they come from? As the curtains receded into the ceiling large spotlights snapped on. Blinking against the light Zak could only make out the vaguest of shapes. The audience gave a soft, appreciative applause.
