Escape Room

“I don’t know, I’m never any good at these,” Dan said, gently resisting as his boyfriend Greg dragged him through the front door.

These things had been popping up everywhere, filling in all sorts of forgotten hole-in-the-wall office parks and storefronts. Escape rooms. Ideally they were a neat little team building exercise or a fun bunch of puzzles. As far as Dan was concerned they were just a way to start huffy little arguments when one person or another didn’t manage to figure out their part of a puzzle.

“I’m telling you, it’ll be fun,” Greg said. “This one’s supposed to be different.”

“Different how?” Dan said.

Greg handed him a brochure while he worked his way through the sign-in process for the two of them.

“Real stakes, real consequences,” Dan read to himself. “Far from the usual escape experience, here you will need to solve the puzzles and not make mistakes, or you’ll face the wrath of the mad designers of our revolutionary escape rooms. And sometimes, success will require sacrifice in this adults-only adventure. There are no cameras, no one is watching or waiting. You will receive no help until the time runs out.”

“Sounds great, doesn’t it?” Greg said, quickly signing a series of release forms and waivers for both of them.

“It just sounds like they’re going to do all sorts of pointless dramatic turns or something.”

“Quit being a party pooper and let’s go!” Greg said.

He handed over the waivers and a sharply dressed man in white gloves and a vest–he had a real butler vibe–held the door open for them as they rushed into a darkened room. Once they were inside, the door shut and the heavy click of a sturdy lock made it clear they were now firmly locked inside. The lights slowly faded up to reveal what looked like a sci-fi dormitory. All of the walls were slick and white. Assorted control panels and screens covered the walls. A king-size “hover bed” jutted out of the wall like a shelf, and a clear, cylindrical shower booth was in one corner. The ceiling was unusually high, easily twice what Dan would have expected, and all sorts of weird pipes and over-sized clear plastic globes dangled there.

“Let’s get started!” Greg said.

~~~

Twenty-five minutes later, they’d solved a bunch of puzzles. They were clever, usually involving finding or calculating some sort of four letter code or solving a riddle or unlocking a cabinet or canister to find a key. It was fun, but not really all that different from a bunch of other escape rooms Greg had played. But they’d been stuck for five minutes, and Dan was visibly getting frustrated.

“Come on,” Greg said, trying to keep the energy up. “Let’s just re-read the riddle we have.”

Dan sighed.

“The way is small, and you’ll uncover it all, when you try to get clean, and engage the machine,” Dan said. “Why do these things always have to rhyme? I feel like a child when they rhyme.”

“It’s obviously talking about the shower, right? Try to get clean,” Greg stepped into the shower for the fifth time since they’d uncovered the riddle.

Nothing happened. He already knew he couldn’t turn the shower spigot, because it was a real, functional shower and he’d get drenched. And turning on the shower didn’t do anything regardless, as they’d turned it on by reaching in from the outside and all it had done was run for a few moments. Then, a thought came to mind. A devilish smile came to his face and he started undoing his belt.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Dan said.

“There’s no cameras, and this is an ‘adult’ adventure,” Greg said, sliding his jeans down his toned thighs and pulling his shirt over his head. “Everyone knows ‘adult’ just means ‘naked’ in these contexts.”

When he’d revealed his lean, taut swimmer’s bod in all its glory, he stepped into the shower and shut the door. He turned on the shower and yelped theatrically as the cool water hit him. After a few seconds, several things happened in rapid succession. First, the shower door locked. Second, a panel on the opposite wall slid aside revealing a circular hole about the size of a basketball. Third, the water shut off. And fourth, the walls of the shower started to contract.

He instinctively raised his hands to try to brace the walls, but no amount of effort kept them from moving. He heaved and shoved, but it was like he was doing nothing at all, the speed of the contraction not even slowing. He felt a strange pressure in his arms. For a moment it was uncomfortable, then it shifted to a sort of intense “early morning stretch” sort of sensation that made him shiver. While the cool, wet glass was still firmly against his palms, he felt the warmth of his skin start to press against the back of his fingers. Soon, his fingers were being pinched between the body and the glass. The glass was pressing against his hips, too, adding the raw stimulation of the pressure to his pelvis. He tried to squirm, but he couldn’t. Finally, the walls came to a stop and he had a moment to try to make sense of what had happened.

The booth had gone from being a smallish but easily large enough for Greg to being significantly narrower than his shoulders and hips. That shouldn’t have been possible, because he was still in the shower, but physics seemed to have a different opinion on the matter. What’s more, while he didn’t remember bending his elbows, his hands were now pinned between his body and the glass. Somehow the arms had simply telescoped, mashing flat such that the squashed hands looked like they emerged from his also squashed shoulders. He could feel his ass, his back, his abs, everything between his neck and ankles compressed into the same smooth, narrow cylinder shape the shower had become. If he moved his head forward even slightly his nose would press against the glass. For a moment, he thought the walls had started to move again, because he could feel his dick pressing more firmly against the glass that had practically laminated it to his right thigh. Then he realized it wasn’t the shower getting smaller. He was starting to stiffen. There was something raw and taboo and thrilling about being trapped and exposed like this, practically in public. A slightly embarrassing squeak resonated through the glass as his cock squidged to full length, snaking further down his thigh. New kink unlocked, apparently.

“What the hell…” Dan said, pressing his hands against the glass from the outside. He sounded equal parts confused and fascinated.

Dan felt the tap through the glass, and gazed through the slightly fogged shower wall at his boyfriend, suddenly wishing the wall wasn’t there so he could indulge the growing feeling of arousal.

“You, uh… you should probably solve the next riddle,” Greg said. “Fast”

For a few minutes, Greg got progressively more pent up watching Dan scurry about the room, observing the new openings and panels and uncovering new options. Some freshly exposed switches caused the clear overhead pipes to shift around, eventually settling a funnel-sort of thing into position directly over the shower-turned-tube. Another puzzle opened a panel beside the shower, revealing an air hose that clearly fit into a port at the bottom of the shower.

After another minute or two with no new discoveries, there was nothing left to do but pull the lever beside the air hose.

“Um… Brace yourself?” Dan said.

“I’m as braced as I’m going to get,” Greg said.

Dan pulled the lever. The tingling pressure suddenly was the last thing on Greg’s mind as the pressure on his feet and ankles spiked, air pumping in, and he was forced upward like a canister through a pneumatic tube. The feeling was beyond electric, the glass rubbing and squeaking over the entire surface of his compressed body, filling the air with a finger-on-a-wine-glass tone as he quivered and wriggled. The pressure and vibration did their work quickly, his dick vibrating so firmly against the glass he probably would have blown his load right then and there if the cock wasn’t so firmly squished that there was nowhere for the load to go. He grunted and got halfway through a moan before his head met the angled walls of the funnel overhead and his face got the same compression treatment as the rest of the body.

A mind-bending and body-twisting journey followed as his handsome, sculpted body was forced through a tube about as wide as a pringles can. He coiled and curled through crazy-straw shapes. There was a brief moment of eased pressure as his head popped into a chamber about the right size for it, but the rest of his body soon followed. His face was mashed flat against the curved wall, his head compressing as his chest and hips followed and took up their share of the cramped space. His wiggling toes pressed into the tight, rubbery mass of the rest of his body. He had all of two seconds to recover before a suction cup-like pop yanked the glass shell from around him and he plummeted ten feet. His body struck the ground with a hollow, inflated thump and he bounced back up in the air, almost straight up to the shell again. He hung for a moment at the top of the bounce, just long enough for him to notice that the shell was a perfect sphere, then dropped again.

Warm palms slapped against him, capturing him before he could bounce a second time. The hands turned him about, and he found himself staring into the intense, conflicted eyes of his boyfriend.

~~~

Dan didn’t understand how it was possible. Greg, once a hunky adonis a few inches taller than him, was now a compact and strangely light ball barely larger than a melon. His body was smooth and warm, still slick from the shower water. As Dan gave the glossy surface of his boyfriend an experimental rub, it produced a low creak and Greg’s eyes–still vaguely mobile– fluttered and rolled back like a puppy getting its ear scratched.

A thousand thoughts drifted through Dan’s mind. Somehow, he even remembered he was supposed to be solving a puzzle. The next step was obvious. As he approached the hole in the wall, he found it to be precisely the right size to insert his compressed boyfriend into. Peering through the hole revealed a one or two foot drop to a wide square button labeled “exit.”

He held up the ball, ready to slip it through the hole and, presumably, solve the escape room… but he paused. Greg’s skin was fever-hot, his mashed face red. He was clearly sizzling with more than just excitement or embarrassment. He knew that look in his man’s eyes. It was lust. And Dan couldn’t ignore that he felt the same way.

He checked the clock. Twenty minutes left.

~~~

Rather than sliding through the slot in the wall, Greg was toted over and set on the bed. He would have squealed with glee if he’d been able to. Dan was stripping down with the clumsy urgency of a teenager about to pop his cherry. Once he was nude, Dan threw the blankets aside and slid Greg onto the sheets. His handsome and powerful man crawled into bed and threw the blankets over the two of them. Suddenly it was pitch black. All he could feel was the softness of the sheets, and all he could smell was the thick musk of his lover. Strong hands grasped him in the darkness. He was pulled hungrily forward. A light, meaty thump of a penis slapping the top of his head and the warm, soft squish of balls in his face made him quiver. Thighs pressed him on both sides, hands held him close. And slowly, Dan started humping his glossy form. The thump of flesh against his taut surface, resonating through him like a dribbling basketball. The slip and slide of cock over his flattened face. It was intense. It was thrilling.

~~~

Dan huffed and puffed, exhausted. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d checked the ticking timer. All that mattered right now was the smooth orb of his squished boyfriend nestled beneath his cock and between his thighs. At least, that was all that mattered until a buzzer sounded and the door unlocked. It opened and the butler/host stepped inside. Dan shot up in bed, pulling the blankets over him to hide his naked body. This exposed the ball, which rolled free from the bed and bounced to the floor.

“I didn’t… This isn’t what it…” Dan stammered.

The host, picked up the ball in one gloved hand. Greg was positively glazed with the results of their lovemaking. In a motion that had the swiftness and confidence of something he had to do dozens of times a day, the host flicked a polishing cloth from his pocket and squeakily buffed Greg clean. He then tossed the cloth into a bin beside the bed and shook out a souvenir canvas bag that said “I almost escaped.” He dropped Greg’s balled form into the bag and set it on the edge of the bed.

“Congratulations, sir. You made it further than 95% of our customers. Would you like to book another slot next week to see if you can make it all the way to the restoration stage?” he said.

Dan’s eyes glanced from the host, to the bag, and back to the host. He squirmed a bit.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll get back to you on that.”

Notification

John tapped away at his phone, laying on the bed with the device held over his face. It was nice that he had shorter work hours than his partner Bill, but the 45 minutes a day between when he got home and when Bill got home were the most intensely boring part of his day. It wasn’t enough time to really get dug into anything that he wouldn’t have to interrupt when Bill got home, so he invariably spent his time fiddling with his phone, trying to find something to distract him. Today, that distraction was some sort of an “AR” app called “WTTF: What the TF”

“The world’s first altered reality app! Log on and start the clock. At any moment, at any time, premium users can select your account and make a change. Excitement! Thrills!” he read, already downloading the app.

He didn’t bother springing for the premium version. It seemed like this was just going to be one of those weird roleplay apps where you’re supposed to play the adult version of make believe whenever it told you to. But it might be fun to leave running in the background while he–

*DING*

He squinted at the screen. A notification from the app popped up almost immediately. It just had a little circle and the word “Accept?” He shrugged and tapped the popup with his thumb. The phone produced a curious sound, something like a crackle of static and then the screen started to scroll with a long, detailed message containing some sort of instructions. He’d barely read the first few words, “After calibration, the user of the active account will …” when he became distracted by an odd nudging sensation, like his legs were restless. He got up from bed and started pacing around, trying to shrug the feeling off, but instead of fading it was spreading. He put the feeling out of mind and focused on the screen again. A progress bar had appeared, with the word “Calibrating” written across the top. It reached 100% rather quickly. And then…

*POP* *SQUIRK*

There was a dizzying blast of sensation. All at once he felt an intense pressure, like a bearhug from all angles. His vision turned into a chaotic blur of fabric as his head was yanked down into his shirt. His arms and legs snapped into his torso like released rubberbands, and a swirling rush of smooth rubbing rounded off his various features into flawless, plastic-smooth glossiness. He hung in the air for a moment, his clothes fluttering down around him, and was treated to a brief, confusing view of what he’d become–a ball, scarcely larger than his own head–before gravity remembered to do its job and he dropped to the ground.

He bounced, feeling the vibrations rippling through his compact, rubbery, suddenly very sensitive flesh, then rolled a few inches to bump into his phone, which simply returned to the instruction screen while he tried, and failed, to do anything more impressive than wobble and creak.

~~~

Bill fiddled with his key until it finally slid into the lock and he got the door open. He’d had a long day, and was getting fairly sick of his job. But knowing that John would be there waiting for him always put a smile on his face.

“John!” he called, trotting through the apartment. “John, are you in?”

He hurried toward the bedroom, where John tended to be waiting for him. That sounded more sensual than it really was. He wasn’t usually in there waiting for Bill to plow him. But, you know. Sometimes.

He hurried a little faster. So fast, in fact, that when he entered the room, he accidentally kicked something he hadn’t been expecting to find on the floor. A sound like a squash ball hitting a racket echoed through the room as a flesh tone ball bounced off his foot, off the wall, and then back at him to hit his chest. He fumbled it for a moment, nearly dropping it, before finally trapping it between his hands and his abs. An awkward shift in his grip allowed him to pull it up to inspect it… and what he found was John’s face–smushed to the point of looking painted on–staring at him.

“Did he buy me a novelty ball?” John mused.

He bounced the ball a few times. It had a nice, lively bounce to it, like a well-inflated kickball, and made a really interesting hollow thump whenever it bounced. He caught the ball and stuck it under his arm, ready to go find John and thank him for the gift, when he noticed how warm it felt under his arm, and how even though he’d stopped bouncing it, it still had a very subtle wobble to it. He inspected the ball, discovering the side facing him was the opposite side, which featured the asshole of the novelty ball… and it was “winking” at him. He spun it around, and found the expression on the face had changed. One eyebrow had raised in a disarmingly sly and inviting expression for someone in such a predicament.

Bill felt his pants tighten as he imagined the possibilities, but before he had his fun, he needed to know what happened. Since John wouldn’t be answering any questions any time soon, he turned back to where the pile of clothes were and discovered his phone, its screen still on, showing a list of instructions. Evidently, he’d given permission to a TF app to be toyed with, and when the time came for restoration, he had to go to the nearest premium user’s house. The address was listed below.

The responsible thing to do would have been to rush there right away, then cancel and uninstall the app. … But really, when would he have an opportunity like this again?

He didn’t even bother getting fully undressed. He just unzipped his jeans and fiddled with the flap on his boxers until his already stiff cock sprung out. He turned the ball to face him and locked eyes with John as he gently eased the tight button on the far side onto his tip. John’s eyes fluttered and rolled back. If they could have turned into hearts they would have. It took a bit of force, but finally the knot of flesh opened up and Bill slid inside, the hot tightness embracing his dick like nothing he’d ever experienced.

He started thrusting into the ball, each time rewarded with a gentle squeeze, John clearly and eagerly trying to pleasure Bill. It also produced an adorable creak and squeak. The arousal ratcheted insanely fast. After barely a dozen thrusts Bill could already feel himself teetering on the edge of release. The ball John had become quivered and shuddered a few thrusts later, eyes shut tight and face blushing bright. Bill slowed down, easing the tight ball up and down his length in a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure. John, despite his virtually nonexistent mobility, found a way to tease him over the edge, clenching down around Bill’s shaft at just the right moment to wring a devastating orgasm out of him. He shook and grunted like a rutting stag, feeling the ball in his hands swelling ever so slightly as he pumped it full.

When the intensity of the moment passed, he eased his toy off his shaft, letting it flop free with a final, playful little squeak-pop.

“Okay, ball-boy,” he said, drumming his fingers on the ball and tucking himself away. “Let’s get you fixed up.

~~~

The “premium member” was only about five minutes away. It felt a little weird to be riding the bus with his boyfriend stuffed in a reusable shopping bag, but Bill supposed it could have been worse. According to the app, there were more than a few “TF Consequences” that were considerably less portable. The address on file was a gated house at the edge of town. As Bill walked up to the gate, it buzzed and opened. Apparently the user was expecting him.

Sure enough, before he even reached the front door, it opened to reveal a rakish-looking man with a lean, sculpted build that was barely hidden behind a thin robe. He had a phone held casually in one hand and the other hand thrust into his pocket.

“Well, well, well,” said the user. “Didn’t expect you to come along so quickly. Bored of your toy already?”

“Look, I don’t know what you think I’m into, or what you think John is into, but–”

The premium user had already turned his attention to his phone, scrolling through something.

“I’m sorry, considering the fact you’re responsible for this, the least you could do is pay attention,” Bill said.

“I’m not responsible. Your plaything there signed up and accepted all of the legal stuff. Oh, and look at that. He signed you up too.”

“... He what?”

The user tapped his phone. One moment, a notification sound chimed on Bill’s phone. The next, an intense burst of pressure and sensation sent him tumbling to the ground, compacted int a neat little ball tucked inside his own clothes. He felt strong arms reach down and gather him up along with his clothes and the bag containing John. After a short walk during which the mere brushing of cloth against his taut form was enough to make his heart race and his squished junk strain against its form, he was tossed onto the bed and pulled out of the clothes. At least two other balls were piled on the bed. One of them had what might have been blueberry icing smeared on it. The other was wobbling atop the end of a dildo like it was a very adult lollipop. The man swept them to the floor with a brush of his arm and sat on the bed. He wrangled John into one hand and Bill into the other. The warm hand beneath his nude, sensitized body was resting right on his mashed-up dick. He was turned to face John’s motionless and oddly sheepish expression.

“I’ve been wanting to get a pair at the same time for a while. Been practicing this with non-dude balls. But where’s the fun in that?” the man said.

He gathered both of them into one arm, shrugged out of the robe with the other arm, then swapped, leaving himself nude and showcasing a body that clearly could only be achieved by someone who had little to do all day but work out. He then aligned himself with the blank wall in front of him. A deft motion sent John hurtling toward the wall. The moment he heard the distinctive bounce sound, Bill was sent on a dizzying arc as well. He hit the wall and flattened slightly before rebounding. It sent a wave through him that was like someone had slapped every erogenous zone on his body with a flyswatter, all at once. Then he slapped into the palms of the premium user and was sent back.

The odd, off-the-wall juggling only lasted five or six repetitions before John went careening off the corner of the wall and rolled under the end table and Bill was properly caught. But that was enough stimulation that he would have been panting if he still had the capacity to do so. His current owner set him on the bed and bent down  to retrieve John. It grave him a brief but close-up look at the man’s model-worthy ass. Then he popped up and brushed the dust off John.

Without remark or warning, he plopped John on the bed beside Bill, turned them face to face, and mashed them together. John felt his face flatten against that of his boyfriend, with a firm hand gripping his rounded ass. He felt a squeak reverberate through John’s spherical body, then felt the source of that squeak first hand as a probing finger teased against, then slipped into his ass. Before he could fully recover from the sensation of the intrusion, he felt something red-hot and yieldingly firm press against his cheek. The premium user grunted his penis wedged its way between the balled-up bodies of John and Bill. Having pressed them together like an ass, their owner was now fucking that ass, hard. It was indescribably erotic, pinned against one’s helpless lover, feeling a cock that was huge compared to his body rub relentlessly between them. Used roughly and helplessly for nothing more than play and pleasure. The finger in his ass, more than likely just there for grip, wriggled and probed. It combined with the rough handling and friction to send him quivering across the finish line of a climax a few seconds before their owner half-withdrew–positioning his tip right between their noses–and gushed a warm load over their faces.

Their owner huffed and rolled them apart, digging out a towel. As he dried the sweat of the intense humping, his phone chirped. He grinned, then tapped the screen.

“Should have sprung for the premium account, boys. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”