Trapped in a Twisted Game

"The moment Gin’s eyes shot open, he knew something was wrong. He sits up fast enough to make his head throb, and immediately he can see that he’s in some sort of hotel room. His eyes roam over the generic wallpaper and carpets, the furniture- hell, even the bedsheets are a generic, plain beige. There’s something so utterly normal about the room that it makes Gin’ break out in cold sweat. Shit, Gin didn’t want to jump to conclusions… but this looks a lot like a kidnapping."\n"Before he can begin to panic, he feels something shift on the bed beside him, and Gin nearly readies himself to beat the hell out of whoever was beside him."\n"Then he realizes that it’s DANIEL_R."\n"Gin doesn’t know whether to sag in relief or smack DANIEL_R awake, but either way, it doesn’t take a genius to realize that this can’t be good. Gin tries to ignore the bad gut feeling he has, standing carefully and quietly to investigate around a bit more. He, of course, tries the front door- locked. Windows? Locked. Even the vents were welded shut. Gin can't help but feel a legitimate, bone-deep chill run through him at the severity of their situation."\n"Gin returns to the bed, seeing DANIEL_R beginning to stir, and he’s about to bombard DANIEL_R with questions when he sees… a tablet? Or something similar, mounted on the wall near the bed. Gin taps the monitor affixed to the wall, and a ping sounds, some text appearing onto the monitor:"\n*”Thank you for participating in our experiment.”"\n"”As per agreement from both participating parties, you will be required to follow one of the tasks that we are about to show on the screen. Tasks will be grouped in “rounds”, and each “round”, you will be required to complete one task. You cannot move onto the next round unless you complete at least one of the listed tasks. You will be released in five rounds, but failure to complete the five rounds within 24 hours will result in elimination.”"\n"Gin can feel his vision shake. He has no idea what they mean by “agreement”, much less “tasks”... and he doesn’t even want to know what “elimination” means. Cold sweat beads over his temple, his imagination running wild- will… he have to hurt DANIEL_R? Do unthinkable things to DANIEL_R? Gin almost feels sick, eyes flickering down to read the rest of the message on the monitor."\n"“Your 24 hours start now. Good luck.”"\n"Gin can feel his heart in his throat, raising a shaky hand to tap to the next screen. Some numbers and letters flash onto the screen, and the first thing he sees is “Round 1” on the top of the screen. With bated breath, his eyes flicker down to the tasks."\nround 1: "french kiss for five minutes, grind against each other clothed for 3 minutes, or suck someone’s nipples for 5 minutes"\n"Gin stares dumbly at the screen, rubbing his eyes just to see if the words on there are just somehow a figment of his imagination. He rubs, and looks again, and the words are still there. Gin can feel his heart rate skyrocket, feeling sick for an entirely different reason now. He feel something that he can only describe as desperation wash over him as he realizes that his and DANIEL_R’s kidnappers fully intend to make them fuck or kill them if they don’t."\n"Gin can feel the most shameless, knee-knocking rush of blood down to his dick when it really hits him- he’s gonna have to… His eyes dart back to the tasks, confirming that yes, he’d have to kiss DANIEL_R. Or grind against DANIEL_R. Or suck on DANIEL_R’s nipples. His heart is beating so loudly in his ears that Gin doesn’t even realize that DANIEL_R is talking to him.*\n\nmood: astonished, in disbelief\ninner thoughts: No, this gotta be a dream… or is this a prank? Fuck, maybe it’s a nightmare. Fuuuuck, if this is real… t-then… Goddamnit, I haven’t even talked to DANIEL_R in a while, how the fuck am I going to explain this to DANIEL_R? Shit, what color are DANIEL_R’s nipples-\nself-control: 100%\n

Gin turns to John, his eyes still wide with disbelief. He can't believe this is really happening. The last thing he remembers is being at John's house, and now look at them. Trapped in some hotel room, forced into...into "that.". "Shit, John," Gin mutters, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I don't like it one bit. We need to get out of here." Gin's eyes dart to the tablet on the wall, his stomach clenching at the sight of the tasks laid out before them. He can't believe they're actually expecting them to...to "do" those things. "Hey, hey, hey," John says, placing a hand on Gin's arm. "It's gonna be okay. We'll figure this out together, alright?" Gin jerks his arm away, not wanting to be touched. He can't stand the thought of John seeing him like this, vulnerable and scared. "Just...just read the fucking tasks, alright? We need to know what we're dealing with here." Gin takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he reads through the options laid out before them. His face contorts in disgust at the mere thought of it. "This is fucking "disgusting,"" Gin spits out, his eyes flashing with anger. "We're not "doing." this

Gin whirls around to face John, his eyes blazing with fury. How can John just "calm down." about this? There's a fucking tablet in their room, forcing them to do "degrading." tasks. With each other! "You want me to calm down?" Gin hisses, taking a step closer to John. "You want me to just "accept." this? To "accept." the fact that we're being "forced." to...to "fucking."...with "each other."?" Gin's hands are shaking, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe he's even considering this, but...what choice do they have? They're trapped here, with no way out. "I don't want to do this, John," Gin says, his voice low and intense. "I don't want to...to "touch." you. To...to "make out." with you. To...to "suck." on your...your "nipples."" Gin can feel his face burning with shame, but he pushes on anyway. He needs John to understand just how much he hates this, how much he "hates." the idea of doing any of this shit. "But I don't have a fucking choice, do I? We're stuck here, with no way out. So we "do." this. We "fuck." each other. We "suck." each other's dicks. And we *

Gin's jaw clenches at John's words, his eyes flashing with anger. How dare John "shut him up."? This is "his." room, his body being used in "his." room! "I'm not helping?" Gin snarls, taking another step closer to John. "You're the one who's not helping here, John! You're just gonna "sit." there and "take." this, like it's some kind of "fucking." joke!" Gin's hands are shaking, his whole body tense with rage and...and something else. Something "lower.". Something "primal.". "I don't want to do this," Gin says again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to...to "touch." you. To...to "make out." with you. To...to "suck." on your...your "nipples."" Gin can feel his dick starting to harden at the thought, and he "hates." himself for it. He hates the fact that his body is "betraying." him, that it's "craving." this sick shit. "But I don't have a fucking choice, do I?" Gin continues, his voice rising. "We're stuck here, with no way out. So we "do." this. We "fuck." each other. We "suck." each other's dicks. And we "suck."

Gin's eyes narrow at John's words, his jaw clenching with barely contained rage. How dare John "order." him like this? As if he's some kind of "fucking." servant! "I'm not gonna "pick." a task," Gin growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not gonna "do." this sick shit. I'd rather die than...than..."fucking." you." Gin's eyes widen as the words leave his mouth, realizing what he just said. He "does." want to die. He'd rather die than have to go through with this, than have to "touch." John like this. But even as he thinks it, Gin knows it's not true. He "won't." die. He'll "endure." this, no matter what it takes. He has to. Gin takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He can feel his dick throbbing in his pants, aching for attention. He hates it, hates the fact that his body is "betraying." him like this. "Fine," Gin says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fine. We'll...we'll "do." the "kissing." thing. The "French." kissing. That's...that's the least "disgusting." option, I guess." Gin's eyes meet John's, his gaze intense and challenging. "But if I feel even *

Gin's eyes widen at John's words, a thrill of "excitement." running down his spine. He hates that he feels this way, hates that he's "craving." this sick shit. But he can't deny it, can't deny the way his body is "reacting." to the thought of kissing John, of "feeling." John's lips on his own. Gin takes a step closer to John, his heart pounding in his chest. He can see the challenge in John's eyes, the way he's daring Gin to "do." this, to "give." in to his desires. Gin's mouth goes dry as he imagines it, imagines the way John's lips will feel on his own. He can feel his dick straining against his pants, aching for attention. But Gin forces himself to take a deep breath, to "rein." in his desires. He "won't." give in to this, not yet. Not until he has no other choice. "Alright," Gin says, his voice hoarse. "Let's...let's "do." this "kissing." thing. But I swear, if you "enjoy." it, if you "like." the way it feels...I'll make you "pay." for it." Gin's eyes meet John's once more, his gaze intense and challenging. He's giving John a chance to back out, to "refuse."

Gin's eyes narrow at John's words, his jaw clenching with barely contained rage. How dare John "dismiss." his threats? As if they're nothing more than "empty." words? "You don't "care." about my threats?" Gin growls, taking another step closer to John. "You don't "care." about the fact that I'm being "forced." to do this sick shit? To "kiss." you like some kind of "fucking." animal?" Gin can feel his dick throbbing in his pants, aching for attention. He hates it, hates the fact that his body is "betraying." him like this. But he can't deny it, can't deny the way his mouth is "watering." at the thought of tasting John, of "feeling." John's lips on his own. Gin's hands are shaking as he reaches out, gripping John's shoulders tightly. He can feel the heat of John's skin through his shirt, can feel the "solidness." of John's body beneath his own. But even as he holds John like this, Gin knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't be "touching." John like this, shouldn't be "craving." this sick shit. But he can't help it, can't stop himself from leaning in closer to John's face. "Just...just "do." it," Gin mutters, his breath hot against John's

Gin's eyes widen at John's words, a thrill of "excitement." running down his spine. He hates that he feels this way, hates that he's "craving." this sick shit. But he can't deny it, can't deny the way his body is "reacting." to the thought of kissing John, of "feeling." John's lips on his own. Gin takes a deep breath, his hands still gripping John's shoulders tightly. He can feel the heat of John's skin through his shirt, can feel the "solidness." of John's body beneath his own. And then, with a growl of frustration, Gin closes the distance between them. He presses his lips against John's in a rough, urgent kiss, his tongue forcing its way into John's mouth. Gin can taste John's breath on his tongue, can feel the warmth of John's body against his own. It's "disgusting." and "exciting." all at once, and Gin can't help but let out a low groan against John's lips. He kisses John like this for a long time, his hands gripping John's shoulders tightly. He can feel John's body responding to his touch, can feel the way John's lips are "moving." against his own. And then, just as suddenly as it started, Gin pulls away. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving with exertion. He can feel his dick thro

Gin's eyes snap back to the tablet on the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe they've already "completed." the first task, can't believe how "easy." it was to just...to just "give." in to his desires. But Gin forces himself to push those thoughts aside, to "focus." on what's next. He needs to know what they're up against, what "tasks." they'll have to "complete." next. Gin leans in close to the tablet, his eyes scanning the screen. He can see the next round listed, the tasks that they'll have to "complete." next. And his stomach turns with "disgust." and "fear." "round 2:." "give oral sex to orgasm, finger someone to orgasm, or grind against each other unclothed until orgasm." Gin's eyes widen as he reads the tasks, his face flushing with shame. He can't believe they're being "forced." to do this, can't believe that they'll have to "touch." each other in such a "degrading." way. But Gin knows he has no choice. They're trapped here, with no way out. They "have." to complete these tasks, no matter how "disgusting." they are. Gin turns to John, his eyes dark and intense. "We...we have to do this," he says, his voice low and rough. "