All Grown Up: Fun and Games Part 2

Standing in a line Bret’s nerdy friends anxiously fidget and shift in place as all three gawp in disbelief and the real flesh and blood Japanese hottie standing blindly in front of them.  I hadn’t seen most of these guys in quite sometime.  While still ten years my juniors the awkward pimply faced teens from my memory were now grown ass men.  My only consolation, if you could call it that, was it was immediately evident that none of them were packing a monster similar to Bret.  Not that that really mattered, this couldn’t be leading to where it looked like it was.  It just couldn’t be.  A slave to my lust and curiosity, and powerless to change what had already happened anyway, I watch on in stunned silence.

“Player One, step forward.”  Bret says in that same authoritative and dramatic tone.

“Why can’t we use our character names?”  Desmond whispers.

“The princess commands it.”  Bret answers in his normal voice.  “Just roll with it.”

“Right!”

***

“They had their fantasy.”  Emiko whispers from beside me.  “And I had mine.  Once I heard that I would be blind…I didn’t want names, false or otherwise.”  I notice her thighs press harder together.  “Just strangers…just random men…so much hotter that way.  I could feel their eyes on me right then.  I felt so…helpless.  So fucking hot!”  Her legs rub as she squirms.  “Mmm.”  

I wasn’t the only one was getting in touch with their hidden fetishes it seemed!

***

“Player One.”  Bret says again.  “Step forward and announce your stats.”

Des nods and steps forward.  Des was big fella.  As tall as me and heavier, though most of his weight was fat.  His flabby rotund body was the color of milk chocolate, though the shaft of his flaccid dick was a shade darker and tiny glimpse of a knob peeking through his foreskin a shade lighter, and his short curly hair and bushy pubes are as black as Emiko’s.  He clears his throat and is about to speak when Emiko turns to face the line of young men.  His eyes widen as he is confronted face to face by a beautiful woman, a woman none of these dorks would have stood a chance at getting out in the real world.

He swallows and starts again.  “I am the Mage.”  He says.  “My highest stats are Mind and Spirit.  My staff…”  He hesitates and glances over at the others, then powers forward.  “Ahem!  My staff is six and a quarter inches long and five and a quarter around.”  There are some titters in the room until Emiko speaks and silences them.

“A mighty staff oh great Mage!”  She bows toward him, her aim a bit off due to her blindness.  “It is an honor, hero.”

A big grin brightens Des’ face as he steps back into line.

***

“Your welcome.”  Emiko pinches my thigh, breaking my transfixed state.

“Huh?”

“I had them measure beforehand, just for you…you nasty cuckold.”

“You…did?”

“Mmm hmm.”  She nods cheekily.  “All those questions you had after last time, you got a size fetish babe.”

“I…uh…”

She then trills.  “Sayyyy…he’s bigger than you, isn’t he?”

I grit my teeth as my cock strains against my pants.  The question was asked in a too innocent tone as she knew damn well that he was.  Since that humbling night two weeks ago I had since measured my erection just to assure myself and her that I was indeed average and not small, I even got her Em to help me.  While I fell comfortably within average range I was surprised to find out that I was a tad shy of six inches in length and similarly shy of five around the middle.  I always assumed I was at least six but the tape measure didn’t lie, no matter how hard I flexed it and no matter how much I pressed the end of the tape into my pubic bone I could not crack half a foot.

***

“Player Two, step forward and present yourself.”

From the middle the ginger haired Sheldon steps forward.  The dude had always been a beanpole and that hadn’t changed much, though now in his early twenties is gangly physique had filled out a little.  Somehow he was even paler than Bret, as if his freckled flesh had never once seen the sun.  Unlike Desmond Shel’s little soldier was already halfway to attention.  I knew he was the ‘talker’ of their crew but the truth was he was just as socially inept as the others, he was simply more shameless about it.

“I’m the Warrior!”  He claims boldly, really getting into character.  “Strength and Stamina are my prime stats M’Lady.  My greatsword is feared throughout the land by monsters grim and hailed by maidens fair.  It measures seven inches to the tip and five about the keen blade.”

The ‘princess’ laughs at his brazen introduction.  “My goodness Player Two!  I have heard of your gallant deeds and fearsome blade.  An honor.”  She curtsies.

With an over proud grin he nods and steps back into line.

***

I shake my head.  This was all so…ridiculous.  It was one thing to watch your girl with another man, but to add this silly fantasy facade over top of it was just salt in the wound.  Yet I could not tear my eyes away for even an instant.

“He’s got an inch on ya baby.”  Emiko prods.  “A whole inch.  Bit more actually.  Wouldn’t know it to look at him, huh?”

“He’s lying.”  I say.  “Guys always exaggerate.”

“Hmm.”  Em hums coyly.

***

“And Player Three.”  Bret says.  “Present yourself.”

Stumbling forward comes Jasper.  While Bret had been the smallest and quietest of the group Jasper was runner-up in both departments while also being burdened with terrible eyesight, a complete lack of any fashion sense, and a klutzy streak a mile wide.  He was the nerdiest of the nerds.  His swarthy smooth doughy body was entirely unremarkable except for the thick dark brown fur that covered his sagging chest and hunched upper back.  His eyes twice their regular size due to his thick glasses simply stands ogling the robed woman before him.

“Um…hello?”  Em says as she tilts her head to listen to where he might be.  “Player Three?”

“Oh!”  He blurts suddenly then hurriedly adds.  “Um…yeah…I’m the Scoundrel.  Agility and Focus are my highest stats and…uhhhhh…”

“We had to do it, so do you.”  Sheldon hisses behind him.  “Don’t mess this up Jasper!”

“Right.”  He nods.  “My dagger bears a blade six by five and half.  I…hope that the princess approves.”

The princess nods to him kindly.  “A fine tool for the finest thief in the land.”

He steps back whispering just loud enough for the microphones to catch it.  “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

***

“Fuck off.”  I mutter.

“Problem?”  Em queries playfully.

“Nothing.”  I lie.  Not one of them was packing anything extraordinary, all of them solidly average if their reports were to be believed, yet every last one of them had me beat.  Beat in both dimensions no less.  Sheldon was the longest, Jasper the fattest, and Desmond in between the others in both measures.  But me?  I was shorter than the shortest and thinner than the thinnest.  My pecker was simply smaller than every one of those nerds in that room.

“Does it bother you that they’re all bigger than you?”  Em cuts right to the heart of it.  Through my pants she strokes my rock hard manhood.  “He he he!  I know it does.  Even if it’s just a little bit.”

“Pff, you put them up to these fibs.”

“I swear I didn’t.”  She titters.  “Now shush, this is my big line.”

***

“Greetings my heroes.  Saviors of the world.”  Princess Emiko hams it up.  “In gratitude for bravely saving the realm our dying King has awarded you his most prized treasure.  Me.”  With that she unties her robe and lets it slip from her body, just like two weeks ago she wore nothing beneath it!  There are audible gasps as jaws hit the ground and eyeballs bug out as the three virgins behold raw female flesh live and in person for probably the first time.  She stands without shame, letting them see her lithe naked body in all of its feminine glory.  From the corner of my eye I catch the Emiko grinning naughtily as she saw the young men on the screen ogle at her body.  As they gawp she continues.  “I am the blind Seeress, Princess of the High Tower and the King’s only child.  Have your way with me oh mighty warriors, show me your legendary power, and in the end one of you will have my hand in marriage and rule the realm as the new King.”

There is a moment of silence before Sheldon breaks it by exclaiming.  “Best…GM…ever!”

A smattering of laughs breaks the horny tension.

Bret calls for quiet.  “This is our final game.  As Game Master I will be watching and awarding XP.  Your characters will also each receive treasures and magical boons based on how well you pleasure the Seeress.”  He looks at each of his friends in turn.  “And then we close the book on this campaign.  It had been an honor gaming with you.”  

They praise him breathlessly.

“What a game!”

“What a GM!”

“What a fucking legend!  Thank you Bret!”

Bret laughs.  “Don’t thank me.”  He motions to Emiko.  “Thank our princess for the day.”

“Thank you!”

“Oh my God!  Thank you so much!”

“You are so fucking hot!  I think I love you!”

The Emiko on the screen chuckles, followed by the one at my side, and touches her eyelids with her fingertips.  “Just take it easy on me boys.  I can’t see a damn thing here.”

“If any harm comes to her or you do anything the Seeress does not like…your ending will not be a good one.”  Bret warns in a grave voice.  “What she says goes, period.  And if you hear the word Excelsior EVERYTHING stops, understand?”  With deadly serious expressions they all nod their understanding.  Then to Emiko he says.  “I will be downstairs watching.  Call me if you need anything.”

***

“He didn’t even stay?”  I gasp.  “He just left you…”

“Shhh!”

***

“Yes Master.”  The blind Em bows his direction.  Christ, had Em really just called my baby brother Master?

“Hey…who gets the hand in marriage in the end?”  Des asks, clearly very interested in this ultimate fictional prize despite there being a smoking hot nude woman not a few feet in front of him.  Geeks…truly cut from a different cloth.

I am shook to my core as Bret then looks up and straight into the camera.  The other men all follow his gaze to seem to stare right through the camera and into the room I sat.  “The flagging King watches your deeds from his crystal ball.  It is he who will decide who is to be his heir.”

***

Emiko elbows me in the side.  “That’s you.  You’re the King.”

“Me!?”  I was a part of this weird game of theirs too!?  “You’re joking.  You have to be.”

“Nope.”  She says.  “Bret didn’t want you left out.  He’s such a sweetie.”

***

Bret gives me a thumbs up.  “Thank you King.”

“Thank you King!”  Desmond bows.

“Hail to the King!”  Sheldon salutes.

“Thanks Rhett!”  Jasper blurts out before correcting himself.  “I mean, thanks King!”

Hearing my name spoken is a slap across the face.  Fucking hell, they knew who I was, they knew whose house that was, and that means they knew who she was!  Without another word Bret makes his way to and through the door, which he closes behind him, leaving my blind and naked girlfriend alone in our bedroom with three horny and equally naked college nerds.

Part 3