Dungeons and Desires (Patreon)

Spitball continues on Monday. I know some of you are eager for the next part, but this one should keep you going until then. 

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All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Part 1 of 2

He always wore sleeveless t-shirts. Not the same one, of course, but a variety of different ones that worked perfectly at showing off his arms. His shoulders were rounded and meaty. Nobody was shocked to hear that he worked out, because every part of his body was evidence of that. His arms, veined, hairy and thick.

Sometimes he covered himself with a hoodie, and hid his impressive physique from view. Still, one could tell that he was perfectly proportioned, and hoodies suited him, anyway.

That night, he wore a pair of white Converse alongside a tight, revealing pair of skinny jeans. I’m not sure skinny was the right word for them, however, because his legs were anything but skinny, and his ass? God damn, his ass.

Roy had it all going for him. He was handsome, clever, funny and likeable. He fit in wherever he went, whether that was on a football field, in the gym, at a library, or even in my basement, and no, unfortunately that wasn’t an indication of some sort of kinky situation. You see, Roy struck me as something of a double agent. In college, the popular young man blended in well with the jocks, but he also made no effort to hide the fact that he was as geeky as they came, so when Sarah asked if she could bring a friend over for our new game of Dungeon’s and Dragons, and Roy Butler arrived with her, I shouldn’t have been as shocked as I was. But I was shocked.

“Lewis” someone said, waking me from my thoughts. “Lewis?! It’s your turn, dude”.

I looked around the dark room. We’d been using it for our game nights for years, but now that we were all adults, the place felt smaller, more intimate.

“Right” I nodded, trying to collect my thoughts as I reached for the dice. I took my turn quickly, and was glad that nothing of consequence came about, because it allowed me to return to my imagination, where Roy came to my house because he wanted to hang out with me, rather than Sarah. Alas, it was fantasy and nothing else, just like the game that continued to play out before me.

“Dude, you’re the Dungeon Master, so do you think you can you pull your head out of your ass for two minutes?” Sarah said, “I’ve drawn my sword and I’m moving toward that sound”.

“Yeah” I said, pretending that I’d been listening all along. “Roll a perception check”.

Sarah picked up the dice and rolled, and I watched it as it twirled toward Roy. He watched it, too, blissfully unaware that my eyes were now on him. God, he was hot.

“What now?!” Sarah barked, and so I decided to give the game my full attention, and let Roy disappear into the back of my mind.

The game continued for hours, but it wasn’t even close to being our longest game. I fondly recalled the ones that went on for weeks, and sometimes even months, but by the time we all became tired, something interesting had happened.

Roy, whose character he’d named Aryn, had stumbled into the cabin of an evil villain, created by yours truly. Hit with a mind control spell, his character had been captured, and there was something oddly exciting about having Aryn under my control. Unfortunately, it was late, and we decided to call it a night.

“Same time next week” Elliot yawned, as he packed up his stuff and bid farewell.

“Yeah, see you next week, guys” Sarah said, quietly taking the stairs to avoid waking my parents.

I waved them off and reached for the light switch, only to find Roy still zipping up his bag. “Oh, sorry” I said, flicking it back on, “I thought you were gone already”.

It was just the two of us now. It should have been an exciting moment, of course, but there was something about Roy that intimidated me. He certainly wasn’t trying to intimidate me, but I felt smaller when he was around. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I was smaller than him. A lot smaller, actually. He dwarfed me in height, standing at least six foot two compared to my five foot eight. He was also around double my width, and it was pretty much all muscle.

“No problem” he smiled, throwing his bag over his broad shoulder. “Thanks for hosting”.

“Ah, don’t mention it” I said, trying to play it cool, “I’ve been doing it for years”.

“I could tell” Roy replied, walking toward me, “you’re good”.

My mouth became dry as his steely gaze held mine. If mind control existed outside the realms of DnD, Roy had the eyes for it. I felt my body begin to melt as he watched me, and then his lip curled, and he flashed his handsome grin once more.

“What if I can’t wait until next week to find out what happens to Aryn?” He asked, stopping just a few inches from me. “I get pretty invested, y’know?”

I chuckled, but I wasn’t exactly sure what he was asking. “Oh” I smiled, when he genuinely expected an answer. “I don’t know, maybe you can come by some night for a one on one” I joked.

“Deal” he replied, with not a single hint of sarcasm. “How about tomorrow night?”

The response stunned me. Was Roy joking? He had to be joking, right? I looked up at him, my brow lowered slightly as I tried to make sense of it, and opened my mouth to respond.

“Unless you’re busy” he said, and I shook my head quickly. If this wasn’t a joke, then I sure as hell wasn’t about to miss out on it.

“No, no” I half laughed, “I’m not busy at all. You can uh… You can definitely come over. I can ask the others, too, if you want?”

“Nah” he replied, casually, and stretched his muscular arms above his head. “Sometimes I prefer being the centre of attention. See you tomorrow, Lewis”.

Roy squeezed my shoulder with his powerful hand as he walked up the stairs and disappeared, and I let out the breath that I’d been holding, and placed my hand over my chest to feel the frantic drumming of my heart.

“Holy shit” I gasped to myself. “Holy freaking shit”.

By the next day, I’d reasoned with myself that Roy’s intentions were purely innocent. It was funny, actually, that I’d even allowed my mind to go there. It was a game, after all, but I was still somewhat excited to be able to spend some alone time with him, even if that’s all it really was.

At seven in the evening, Roy arrived and politely greeted my dad at the door. It took them only a few seconds to become acquainted, and by the time I came up from the basement, they were already deep in conversation about football. I rolled my eyes, but smiled to myself as they finished up and Roy followed me downstairs.

“Sorry about him” I laughed.

“He seems cool” Roy replied, and dropped his bag before stretching out his muscular arms. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt, which showed off his perfectly rounded shoulders. I looked away before my mind began to wander.

“So” I said, taking a seat, “you’ve been captured”.

Roy kept his eyes on mine as he sat down opposite. God, he was hot. “So I have” he smiled, and pulled his chair closer to the table. “It would appear that I’m under your control, Lewis”.

He held my eye as he said the words. Even the way in which he spoke was exciting. I stared back at him for a moment before clearing my throat and wiping the fresh sheen of sweat from my brow.

“Anyway” I said, and slid the dice toward him, “You’re trapped in the wizard’s cabin. Hit with a mind control spell, and you can feel yourself being overcome. Roll a Wisdom saving throw to resist it. You’ll need to beat a DC of 16”.

Roy’s eyes narrowed slightly, but I could see the curl on his lip. Was he happy about this? He reached forward, grabbed the dice and threw it.

“Whoops” he said, when the result was lower than he needed. “Looks like I’ve failed”.

The air felt warmer than usual, which was odd considering there were usually more of us down here. I looked down, then back up at Roy, and felt my heart quicken. Maybe it was time to make things a bit more interesting.

“That’s a shame” I said quietly, “the wizard is now controlling your mind, and Aryn’s out of luck, because this wizard wants to really see him suffer”.

“Is that right?” Roy asked, scraping his bottom lip with his teeth, “Aryn’s very defiant. It will take a lot to break him”.

Again, a silence fell between us as we both stared at each other. Was he doing this on purpose? Was I? I swallowed, and decided to kick things up a gear. If nothing else, it would be an interesting way to play with him.

“The wizard demands that Aryn strips” I said, gauging Roy’s reaction, “right down to his underwear, in a bid to completely humiliate him. You can throw another Wisdom saving throw to resist”.

Roy’s smile widened. He spun the dice, but didn’t even look down at the result. “Looks like Aryn starts undressing” he said, and I felt a surge of butterflies race through my stomach.

“O… Okay” I nodded, “yeah, okay, so he does that and then –”

“No, no” Roy interrupted, “I like the details”.

Now my heart was really racing. Did Roy really want to hear what was rushing through my brain? I cleared my throat again, and took a drink of water.

“Sure” I said, looking down at the table as my mind scrambled for something. “Aryn feels himself trying to resist it” I said, shifting on the chair. “He’s aware of everything, but no matter what he does, he can’t stop his hands from slowly slipping off his clothes. Armour first” I whispered, “then his shirt. One button at a time, until it spreads apart to reveal… Well, you know” I added with a laugh.

“I don’t” Roy replied quickly. “I don’t know, Lewis, so tell me”.

What the fuck was happening? I let out an awkward laugh, but if I continued describing this scene, I was going to pop a tent in my pants. Regardless, Roy continued to watch me.

“His muscular torso is bared” I said, unable to hold his gaze. “He can feel the humiliation as the wizard watches on. His hands begin to move lower, and he slides down his pants until he’s wearing only his underwear. He stands back up, exposed to the man who has captured him”.

Roy remained quiet as I took a breath. Despite the fact that it was complete fantasy, and none of these characters actually existed, the entire scenario had been incredibly hot. I laughed a moment later, and wiped my brow again.

“Damn” I smiled, “that was intense”.

Roy flashed a grin. “Aryn sure is unlucky” he said, and used his finger to flick the dice onto the floor. I reached down for it, but he did, too, and our hands brushed together as we bent forward. “My bad” he whispered, and I jerked back up in the chair.

I was flustered, excited, and increasingly nervous. Was this all in my head, or was Roy really playing along with this whole thing?

“Aryn’s mostly naked” he said, and I was certain that his chair had gotten closer to me now. “Why stop at his underwear?”

“Oh… Uh… Well, that’s not really how the game… I mean, you could roll…”

My voice trailed off as I watched, completely in awe, as Roy peeled his sleeveless shirt over his head. My eyes widened and my heart pounded, and a moment later, the stunning young man sat back on the chair completely shirtless.

“I like when it’s realistic” he smiled, and kicked each of his Converse off, before edging his tight jeans down his solid legs.

I couldn’t speak. I didn’t even want to speak. I just wanted to watch him, so that’s exactly what I did. I watched, with my jaw hanging open, as Roy stripped down to his underwear, just like his character, Aryn.

“Now what?” He eventually asked, sitting back in just his tight, white boxer briefs.