Jake Landry
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The House Part 01
🕑 Added 2019-05-13 01:08:27 +0000 UTCFear ran through Daniel’s body as he walked as fast as he could through the halls of the studio. He needed to tell his boss that something had gone wrong on one of the sets and explain it the best he could. But honestly he wasn’t sure what exactly happened either. It was like it was a slow occurrence. At the beginning of the shoot there were so many people around. Then suddenly their star actor Grant Davies couldn’t be found. They needed him on set but he was nowhere to be found.
Sure he could be a bit of a diva sometimes but he rarely left the set without letting anyone know. If someone had upset him then everyone in the studio knew about it. He’d be crying loudly over and over about just how wronged he’d been and not calm down until someone gave him what he wanted. And if they couldn’t? Then filming would have to take a 24 hour break until he was able to calm down.
However the real problem turned up when Grant wasn’t the only one missing. Looking around the studio several more of the people working on set seemed to have disappeared. It was like the moment someone stopped looking at someone else they weren’t there anymore. Even with the fully packed studio no one knew where they went. After doing a quick head count they realized that it was a Grant’s assistant, a janitor and someone working the sandwich bar had all gone missing. No one knew what happened.
Daniel picked up the pace. He stood outside his boss’ door and knocked. “Come in,” his boss ordered. The older 40 something year old in a suit forced a smile as Daniel opened the door. He clearly didn’t want to be disturbed as one of their long running actor was there asking for a raise. “Can I help you?” Mr. Deleuth asked. Tension was clearly in the air as Mr. Tumolt sat with his legs splayed out. Right now he had all the bargaining power. The studio had signed his contract wrong making it so he legally didn’t have to perform in a series that had done far better than anyone had expected. And Mr. Tumolt was going to make sure he got his fair share.
“Sir,” Daniel panted. “I’m sorry but we have a problem. Several people working on The Lost Crypt have gone missing. One of which is Mr. Davies.”
An exasperated sigh left Mr. Deleuth’s mouth. “Daniel. Daniel. Daniel,” he shook his head in his hands while he spoke. “What have I told you about bothering me while I’m in a meeting.”
“But sir—“
“Daniel,” his voice raised threateningly. “Do I need to call security?”
“You don’t understand. Mr. Davies isn’t the only one missing. There were at least three others who disappeared along with him. We searched the studio and his trailer and he’s nowhere to be found,” Daniel tried to explain but Mr. Deleuth already had the phone in his hand. He’d already dialed the security desk. Daniel gripped the doorframe tightly knowing perfectly well what he was doing.
“Just come as quickly as you can. Thank you,” he hung up the phone and stared back at Daniel. “I hope this stunt was fun enough for you. Trying to prank your boss is never a good idea.”
“But it’s not a prank! I swear!” Daniel tried to defend himself. He stepped further into the office to try to stall before the security guard got there.
Mr. Tumolt stood up to block him off. Despite being well into his fifties he’d kept his body well in shape. The tight black shirt wrapped around his thick pecs and tapered off around his thinner waist. “Come on kid. Don’t. You’re already in enough trouble. Don’t do something you might regret.”
“But…” Daniel grit his teeth trying to think of what to say. He’d been there. They looked everywhere for Grant and he was nowhere to be found. “But we have four people from the studio missing…” his voice softened to beg. He needed them to listen but had no idea how.
“I don’t know Greg,” Mr. Tumolt said. “Maybe we should listen to the kid.”
Mr. Deleuth clasped his hands together and stared up at Daniel. His eyes pierced through Daniel's soul. He knew the kid wasn’t one to exaggerate things. Even if he’d only been working there for less than a year, Mr. Deleuth didn’t think he would do something like this. “Hmmm…” Mr. Deleuth was still mulling it over.
A knock on the door brought him out of his back to reality. A security guard was standing in the doorframe. “Sir? You called for security?”
“I did…” Mr. Deleuth said. “Right now we might have a problem.”
“Please…” Daniel begged. “I’m not making it up…”
“Fine. You get one chance,” Mr. Deleuth decided. “But if this is a waste of my time, expect to be in a lot more trouble than being fired. Got it?”
“Yes sir!” Daniel was suddenly relieved as Mr. Deleuth stood up from the chair.
“Shall we go?”
“Right!” Daniel stumbled as he started walking towards the door. He took a single step forward and then was suddenly completely confused by his surroundings. What was once the small cramped office of Mr. Deleuth, was now a large square living room like area. There were four white couches set up in a square in the center or the room. They set on wooden floorboards in a square surrounded by white marble. A glass wall gave them a semblance there was an outside but the green astroturf only made it seem all the less real.
“Please have a seat and enjoy some highlights from the previous game,” a female voice came over a loud speaker.
“What the Hell?” Mr. Deleuth asked. “Where the Hell are we?” He was the first to move around the pristine room. It looked like it had just been microscrubbed of any dust. He stood by the fireplace trying to light it up. Even if the room felt like a perfect temperature to each of them he just wanted it for the aesthetic.
“I don’t know…” Mr. Tomult said. He plopped down on the couch and a holographic TV screen appeared in the center of the couches. It didn’t seem to matter where anyone stood the person viewing it still had it look like they were staring directly at it.
Daniel and the security guard slowly moved closer to it. Neither had the paycheck to have anything close to as nice as what they were currently in. Just touching the furniture seemed like it was out of their paygrade. Daniel looked up at the big guy standing next to him as he carefully touched the sofa. “I think it’s safe…” he joked.
“Yeah…” but Daniel’s attention was quickly drawn towards the TV screen again. It was split vertically between two screens. One had two guys making out on a couch very similar to the ones they were about to sit on. Their naked muscular bodies rubbed up against each other while they deepened their kiss. Both hard men rubbed up against the other with an absurd amount of passion.
On the other screen there was someone else. It was someone who looked like he was running away from something. However, whenever he stopped he couldn’t help but touch himself. His small hand kept finding its way down his underwear and rubbing, based on the bulge, his tiny cock.
“C’mon Grant,” a deep voice called out. “You can stop denying it. We all felt the same way when the game started.” The small man started running off again. Fear plastered across his face as he tried to get away from whatever was chasing after him. "I've been playing nice long enough. Just accept it."
“No it’s not true!” his high pitched voice matched his more effeminate posture. “I’m not! I swear! It didn’t work on me.”
A deep laugh rolled through the halls. It stopped the boy in his tracks. “Don’t lie little one. I can almost smell how much you want to feel this body.” The man appeared on camera filling the hallway. Despite being several meters away from the camera he still took almost the entire screen. His large bulging body walked slowly but methodically towards Grant. “C’mon… You’re making me feel so lonely…” he purred. "I'm sure you feel the same."
Grant’s face scrunched up as he looked back at the giant. He looked like he was struggling to turn away again. With all his might he was able to start running down the hall of the mansion again. But the giant was still on his tail. “No I don’t,” Grant lied. “No I don’t!”
“You’ve never been a good actor,” the man chuckled. “Just come out. You’ll feel better. I promise.”
Again Grant paused as he looked behind him. “No you can’t. We weren’t like this. I wasn’t like this!” His back touched the wall as the other man stood over him. Over a head taller than him, he stared down over his massive pecs.
“We weren’t,” he smiled. “But we are now. Might as well enjoy it.” The big man threw up his arm showing off the massive peak of the bicep. Despite hair covering near every inch of his body the clear outline of thick well trained muscles could easily be seen. “C’mon little guy. I know you want to feel,” he leaned closer to the other man, tempting him even more.
Grant paused, still fighting his urges. But he quickly gave way. After smelling the strong odor of the other man he couldn’t help but drift even closer. His small hands only looked even smaller next to the big gut. The more he wrapped around the other man the more his eyes seemed to gloss over. Pleasure shot through his body as he completely forgot what he was doing. He just kept drifting closer and closer to the big man. Feeling more and more of his strong body. Running his hands over the large tough muscles. Down his abs. Resting on the other man’s sides.
“See?” the man whispered in his ear. “Giving in feels so good. You want to give in right?”
Grant blushed. “Y-Yes,” he stammered out.
“Good boy,” the man pat him on the shoulders and spun him around. It clearly didn’t take any effort as his Grant looked more like one of his warm up weights. He pressed his hand against Grant’s back, pushing him against the wall. The small man squirmed trying to get more comfortable. His underwear had dropped revealing the small two inches he’d been so busy trying to pleasure as he ran away from the big man. Even though it’d been rock hard all the way through, he’d finally given into his desires.
Somehow none of them noticed the big guy wasn’t even wearing anything. With a body like that there was no one there to tell him otherwise. But with a cock like that there was barely anything that could hide it. It almost looked like a wine bottle running down the side of his leg. The thick cock pressed up against the smaller man’s hole slowly opening it up. Grant was clearly in a bit of pain as he felt the rod pushing into him. He grimaced and groaned but even chance he got; he panted, “more.” He wanted more.
His partner clearly wasn’t afraid as he dug deeper into him. He could feel the tight space slowly opening up for him. There was an odd grin as he pressed harder and harder against Grant. Somehow, despite the size difference, he didn’t have to stop. He could just keep slowly pushing deeper in and Grant’s ass seemed to somehow accommodate the cock. It seemed like even professionals shouldn’t have been able to take something that large but this small man did it with almost an ease to it.
Once their hips touched that’s when the real action started. The big guy moved his hands from the wall to Grant’s small hips. He started jerking off himself off with the other guy like he was some kind of toy. Quickly raising and lowering Grant’s light body up and down his cock for his own amusement. The distant look on Grant’s face only screamed pleasure as he did his best to keep up with his partner. He didn’t want to be a disappointment as he felt the other man, man handle him. Suddenly his quick pace changed as his body began to wobble. His cock throbbed against the tight hole but the man wasn’t giving up. He gave a few more quick pumps trying to hold onto the feeling but it was too late.
His cock cocked back and unloaded into Grant’s ass. The entire rod seemed to pump each time another load was fired into him. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore and fell forward, catching himself against the wall. Grant all the while seemed blasted out of his mind as his own tiny cock dripped with his own fluids. His eyes glazed over and it wasn’t until the other man had removed himself that he was able to even function anymore.
Grant’s eyes gained a form of consciousness but any fear he’d had before the experience was completely gone. He threw his body against the muscular giant who’d used him for his own pleasure. “Yeah! You were right!” he cheered as he wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders. His ass still dripped as the giant pried him off his neck but Grant seemed to find an ultimate pleasure pushing as much of his body against the other man as possible.
Everyone in the room sat stunned at what they’d just watched. None were able to look away but none would have voluntarily watched looked for something like it.
“Was that Grant Davies?” the security guard was the first to speak up in his stunned state. His eyes squinted as he looked at the smaller guy again. “I think that was Grant Davies…” The rest moved closer to the screen still trained on the smaller guy.
‘DING. DING. DING. That is correct! Quinton is given a point!’
“What?!” the group reacted.
But the screen quickly changed to an empty room, just like the one they were in but with Grant Davies and three other guys. The 6’4” muscular actor walked confidently around the room. His handsome face was plastered on so many movie posters that people would go just to see it. Even with his recent obsession with looking manly as he grew out his facial hair, people couldn’t get enough of his strong square jawline. But then it flashed to another scene. His shirt seemed to not fit him as well. He was always known for wearing shirts at least a size too small to show off his celebrity trained pecs and abs. Even through the fabric you could clearly count out the six bumps, while his biceps tore at his sleeves. His shirt would often ride up and he’d ‘accidentally’ have a photo taken of his ‘faux pas’.
This was different though. Right now his shirt almost seemed like it was a little big on him. His arms didn’t look nearly as defined and his pants kept falling down. He wasn’t the tallest guy in the room anymore and didn’t have the same confidence he always walked around with. Another scene flashed by and Grant was smaller. There wasn’t any denying it anymore. His arms had very little definition and his chest didn’t even push against his shirt. The belt he was wearing was pushed past it’s last loop and he stared up at everyone else in the room. He shuffled around nervously.
That wasn’t the end as another scene flashed up with his shirt sliding down the sides of his shoulders. There was no way he’d be able to wear that XXL shirt for anything other than PJ’s he looked silly as he tried to avoid the other guys. He kept touching himself as the other’s made out. The big guy kept trying to get close but Grant would still deny him. Obviously ashamed of his small body but once the guy would turn away he’d stare longingly at his ass then scold himself for doing so.
A sound over the intercom dinged bringing everyone back to reality. “Welcome to ‘The House’. We are so happy to have four new contestants ready to play! In just a few moments these four will be battling for their spot on top! Remember this game is only as fun as you make it. So let’s give a round of applause to our new guests!”
Applause flooded the house as the four looked on in terror. “What the hell is this..?”
