Dead Winner

It’s midday, the curtains are closed and Jamie is in his bedroom, at his desk, console in hand, fixated on the computer screen in front of him, his pale face lit by its bright flickering colours.  He’s skinny, twenty-two,  unemployed and still living at home with his mum and most of that is down to the fact that he spends far too much time indoors gaming.

There’s a tap on the bedroom door and in walks his mate Ben, who is similar in age and build, and shares with Jamie an obsessive interest in computer games. Ben however has a job in a local factory and lives in an apartment half a mile away. 

‘Hi Jamie..’

Jamie hardly looks up.  Still glued to the screen. 

‘It’s stopped raining.  You want to go down to the pub?’

‘OK. Let me finish this game. I have to die first…’

‘What do you mean?

‘I have to get killed ten times and then I move to the next level.’

Ben pulls up a chair. 

‘So what are you playing?’

‘It’s called Dead-Winner.  Had it for a week and I’m like hooked. 

What you have to do is to find a way to die, but there’s this weird character called Angel who is always following you around to stop you, and you have to capture her first before you get yourself killed, and you’ve only got a few minutes to do it before she escapes and comes to save you.’ 

‘Is that her?’

‘Yeah.’

‘She’s pretty. Are you tying her up?’

‘Yes. With her stockings. You can decide exactly how you’re going to restrain her. See the list on the sidebar - stockings, tape, chains or rope….’

‘Can you gag her too?’

‘Er, sure.’

‘Can’t you just shoot her?’ 

‘I’ve tried. Impossible. It’s me that gets snuffed out, not her.’

Jamie is concentrating hard, licking his lower lip.  Angel is defiant resisting, but after a bit of a wrestle, Jamie succeeds in tying her to a chair in the basement. 

‘Ok. Right. Now, I need to lock the door to the basement, so she can’t get out. Where’s the lock?’

Ben sees the icon and points it out.

‘Is that it?’

‘What?  Oh. Yeah. Ok.’

Ben is completely absorbed in the game. All thoughts of going down the pub have evaporated. 

Ben studies more closely the animated character Jamie is has chosen, and points at it, as it races up a busy sidewalk. 

‘Why have you picked that avatar?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Tight black jeans and white tee-shirt. Looks like a rent-boy.’

‘You’ll see why later. Right now I have to get as far away from Angel

as possible, and then get myself killed before she frees herself and saves my life’

‘Ok. I get it.  So how are you going to die?’

‘Oh there’s many mays. Each time I play I discover more. The first time I drowned, and the second time I got completely wiped out by a high speed train. Last night I found out there were also psychopaths and murderers lying about, each offering different ways of ending your life. You just have to work out where they’re hiding. You can find hit-men, snipers, poisoners, anything. My favourite right now is this character called The Suffocator who lives in an old crumbling house in the middle of a forest. He’s like a pervert who likes to capture young men, suffocate them with plastic bags and then bury them in his garden. I won two games thay way this morning, so now I need to find him again.  If you die ten times, you go up to the next level.’

‘How did you hear about this game?’

‘A mate of mine told me. His favourite way of dying is to drown slowly in soft sticky grey mud…’

They sit in silence, glued to the screen. 

‘So where are you going now?’ 

‘Gotta work out how to get back to the forest…not sure what direction to take….Ah… Down here I think.…’ 

‘What’s that graphic up there in the corner of the screen?’ 

‘Oh that’s a tracker. The blue dot on the map is where Angel is located and right now it’s telling me that she’s still tied up in the basement.’ 

Jamie taps away on the console, directing his avatar into the thick undergrowth of what looks like a tropical forest. 

‘OK. Now I need to find the right pathway…’ 

Ben leans forward and points at the screen. 

‘What about that one?.’

‘What? Oh. OK. - Brilliant.  Yes!. This it the one. That was quick. Took me ages to find it last time….OK. There’s the house. Ah, that’s him. 

See? In the garden digging a hole…’

Jamie leans forward and starts to type on the keyboard. He writes,

‘Hello. I am lost in the forest and would like to you show me which direction I should go…’

Ben studies the animated image of a hunched and ugly figure, standing by a hole in the middle of a vegetable patch, old and bearded, dressed in grubby brown baggy clothes.

‘He looks weird’ says Ben.

‘I know,’ says Jamie, ‘he’s going to invite me in. Watch… Last time he offered me a drink, and it was drugged… See?  Ah, he’s got me sitting on the same chair…’

‘Fuck - he’s pounced on you! That was quick… So what’s he doing now?’

‘He’s trying to tie me up. See, he’s got some cable ties in his pocket.’

‘You’re not resisting much.’

‘I know. Look, see? He’s tied my hands and ankles to the chair. Now he’s going to get a clear plastic bag…

‘You’re not going to try to escape?’

‘Course not. You don’t win this game by staying alive.’

They watch in silence as the suffocation scene plays out.  A cute young man tied to a chair with an old fat man standing behind him, pulling down a plastic bag and sealing it around the young man’s head with a thick black cable tie.

‘The graphics are really good. I mean look at that plastic bag. It looks so fucking real.’

‘Fuck, yeah. You’re right….’ says Ben, who has become aware that the suffocation scene is strangely arousing. His cheeks flush, and he places his hands discretely over his lap. To his surprise, Jamie does exactly the same. 

‘Go close up on the face.’ whispers Ben.

Jamie zooms in and now they can both see the struggling, desperate expression on the avatar’s face, as it thrashes about in the chair. 

‘How long before you die?’

‘Last time it was about four minutes..’

They continue to stare. 

‘Turn up the sound.’ 

Jamie presses another key and now they can hear the avatar’s muffled cries, the plastic crackling softly as the bag expands and contracts with his breath. They stare transfixed at the scene playing out on the screen. 

The avatar writhes in the chair, but he’s clearly looking weaker now.  

The little blue light on the map in the corner of the screen starts to flash. ‘Oh Fuck. Damn. She’s escaped. She’s on her way. Fuck, fuck.’ says Jamie. 

‘How long have you got?’

‘Don’t know. Not long.’

‘How does she know where you are?’

Before Jamie can answer, the heroic figure of Angel, dressed in a slightly long white dress, flies in through the door, pulls off the plastic bag from the avatar’s face and rushes out again.  A large banner flashes up : 

‘Game over, loser.’

‘Shit. You didn’t die.’ says Ben with a smile.

‘Not this time.’

Jamie, clearly annoyed, tosses the console onto the desk and leans back in his chair.  Ben tries to cheer him up. 

‘You were close.’

‘Yeah..’

Jamie gets up, stretches, sighs, and goes out to the kitchen to get a couple of beers. Ben sits watching the screen. His heart is racing, his mouth is dry. The scene he’s just watched was so very horny. Jamie returns with the beers. 

‘You want to play? I’ve got another console.’

‘Yeah. OK. Cool.’ 

Jamie finds a second console in a draw and hands it to Ben. Then he sits back down in front of the computer and starts up a new game. 

‘OK. Choose a character.’

‘Right. OK.’

‘Pick the cute looking guy.’

‘Him?’

‘No. The next one, with the long black hair. The Suffocator likes them young.’

‘Ok.’

‘Right. Here we go….’

‘Wait, I need to work out how to operate him..’ 

‘It’s all pretty standard. You’ll pick it up.’

‘OK.’

‘Just follow me.’

‘Wait!  Where are we going?’ 

‘We’re going back to the forest.’

Ben follows Jamie back into the forest. They play the game in silence for several minutes as the two avatars trek through the undergrowth. After a while they come across the familiar old grey house. 

Jamie shakes a fist in the air.

‘Found it. Ok, if he offers you a drink, you have to drink it.’

‘Why?’

‘Cos it’s drugged.’

‘Oh, OK…’

Jamie types some script. 

‘Hello. Remember me? I’ve brought a friend along with me.’

They watch and wait for his reaction. The old man invites them in to his house. 

‘See? I knew it. He’s getting the drinks.’

Jamie types some more speech text. 

‘Oh, lemonade! Thank you.’ 

The two youthful avatars take the cups and drink down the lemonade.

‘OK. So what’s happening now? Wait, hang on, I’m slowing down. I’m losing mobility. I’m going to fall and I can’t do anything about it.’

‘Look, me too! This is fucking weird.’

Despite their efforts, the two young men sink to the ground. They watch the old man standing over them with a wicked smile on his face. He fetches a second chair and places the two chairs in the centre of the room, facing each other. He drags the men to the chairs and straps them up tight with thick grey tape. 

‘What’s happening now?’ 

‘Dunno.’

Jamie tries to move his avatar but it remains lifeless in the chair. The blue light in the corner of the screen starts to flash. 

‘Angel has escaped.’

‘Fuck.’

‘She’s heading in our direction.’ 

‘Fuck. How did she get here so quickly? That’s not fair…’

‘She knows where you like to go.’ 

‘Where has she gone? She was here just now.’ 

‘Look! She’s fallen into hole the Suffocator was digging! That hole was meant for us!’

‘So, what - is Angel trapped?’

‘Looks like it.’

‘Brilliant!  Looks like we’re going to die.’

Jamie turns out to be right.  The Suffocator disappears and returns with two large clear plastic sacks, which he opens up and pulls down over the two avatars.  Jamie and Ben tap away on their consoles until finally their avatars start to come to life again. The bags are tied over their heads with thick black cable ties.

‘Oh fuck.’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

Jamie drops the console onto the table, unzips his fly and begins to masturbate. He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. Ben doesn’t notice at first. He is fixed on the face of his avatar, the gaping mouth and the desperate eyes. He’s horny too, and when finally he sees Jamie’s hard stiff cock, he says nothing but instead unzips his own fly. 

And that is how it starts for Jamie and Ben. A week later they meet up again, this time at Ben’s flat.  They’ve both been playing Dead-Winner every day for hours. Ben is getting good at it. He’s been killed eight times, each time suffocated, and each time it happens Ben is aroused. He’s not sure why. Some weird shit in his head, he thinks. He tries not to think about it but it pops back into his mind frequently.

Ben fetches beers and they sit round the kitchen table. Jamie looks exhausted. He’s also played the game many times, day and night. 

‘I got killed ten times so now i’m on level two.’ says Jamie. 

‘If you thought level one was weird, level two is a whole lot more, because you can choose to play one of the other assassins in the game, and guess who I picked?”

‘The Suffocator?’ asks Ben with a grin on his face. 

‘Of course. You want to play a game now?’

‘Yeah, maybe later…’ says Ben, and then he adds, 

‘Can I ask you something?’

Jamie turns. 

‘What?’

Ben hesitates, looks down at his shoes, then he says.

‘Have you tried actually putting a plastic bag over your head?’

Jamie flushes and then admits he has. He tried it two nights ago and ended up having an intense and unforgettable orgasm. 

‘Fucking horny, isn’t it…’

‘Yeah.’

Ben goes to a kitchen drawer, takes a roll of large clear plastic food bags and brings them over. Slowly, he tears off two from the roll and places them carefully on the table. Then he fetches a couple of long red slik ties and a roll of silver tape.

‘Wanna try doing it together?’

Jamie looks up to him and grins coyly. 

‘Yeah. OK.’

Ben brings out a small tin.  

‘I have some good weed too. Wanna try some?’

Jamie is up for anything now and agrees, so before they start they smoke a nice long joint. 

Then they move their chairs out from the kitchen table and place them in the centre of the room, one facing the other, a metre apart, just as The Suffocator had done. They each take a bag, each sit down, each open the bag up and slip it down over their heads. It’s like they are mirroring each other. Then they tie the silk ties around their neck and sit back and stare at each other, and gaze at the plastic, tight around their faces one moment and then billowing out like a balloon the next.  

‘Fucking weird’ says Ben.

‘Fucking horny’ says Jamie, unzipping his fly. 

They start masturbating together. 

‘Who’s going to be the first to take it off?’

‘First one to come?’

‘Ok.’

They jerk away, faster and faster and their cocks grow hard and stiff, their faces go red, and sweat drips down into their eyes. The shiny bags begin to expand and contract faster and then… 

‘Wait. Hold on.’ 

Ben stops jerking off and unties the bag. 

Jamie does the same.

‘What’s up?’

‘I got an idea.’

Ben goes off and comes back a minute later with a black plastic garbage bag and empties the contents onto the table. 

‘My ex-flat mate left some of his bondage gear behind…’

Ben sifts through the leather straps, the collars, steel chains and coils of rope and picks out an old pairs of handcuffs. 

‘You want to try it with these?’

‘OK.’ says Jamie. 

‘We can take it in turns.’

‘Sure.’

‘You want to get undressed first?’

‘Erm… ok.’

Jamie undresses and sits back in his chair.

He picks up the plastic bag.

‘Let me do it.’ 

Ben cuffs Jamie’s wrists behind his back first, and then slides the clear soft plastic bag down over Ben’s head.  He ties it with the silk ties and then reaches over for the tape and straps Jamie’s torso tight to the back of the chair. 

‘I’ll let you out when I’ve come.’

Ben stands in front of Jamie and starts to rub his cock, still stiff and erect.  Jamie pretends to struggle at first. He too is very aroused by the fact he cannot free himself.  Ben starts to moan aloud. He’s heading for the most incredible orgasm he’s ever had. He can feel it already. 

Jamie feels very horny too, a heady mixture of drugs, fear and arousal.  Already the oxygen inside the plastic bag is hot and running out fast and it crosses his mind that Ben might not come in time. 

Ben moves in closer till his huge stiff cock is inches away from Jamie’s plastic covered face. When the plastic billows out to a tight balloon, it touches the tip of Ben’s cock, already dripping with pre-cum. Ben gasps louder, for the sensation is mind-blowing. He comes. Hot jizz starts to shoot out and splash over Jamie’s plastic covered face. Jamie jerks more violently from side to side, pulling on the old rusty handcuffs. 

Ben faints. Without any prior warning, he suddenly drops down onto the floor. Jamie watches in horror. He calls out but there’s no reply from the body slumped at his feet. Ben nudges Jamie with his foot, desperate for the nightmare to end. 

He starts to writhe more desperately, pulling at the cuffs, pulling at the tape around his chest. His stiff cock sways from side to side. He is starting to panic. His chest is heaving. He tries in vain to bite a hole through the soft warm plastic. 

The door bell rings. Jamie calls out. 

‘Help!’

He’s writhing and squirming on his chair desperately now, as his breathing becomes quicker and more intense. 

He hears three loud bangs on the front door and the bell ringing again, more insistant this time, but he can’t do anything.  The steel cuffs cut into his skin as he tries to pull his wrists out from their steely coils. He tries to get up from the chair but the tightly bound tape prevents him, then tries to shuffle the chair towards the front door but he’s getting weak now so he doesn’t get far.  

He hears violent sounds of the front door being smashed open and moments later Angel runs into the room. She sees him at once. She kneels down in front of him and then and starts to jerk him off. It doesn’t take long. The moment she starts to suck him off he comes. 

She pulls away, and lets the stiff cock gush it’s load of creamy spunk out over Ben, lying inert on the floor. She wipes the jizz from her lips and gets up. She tears the cum-soaked plastic bag off Jamie’s head. She kneels down to look at Ben, checks his breathing and heart rate and says, 

‘He’s going to be fine.’ 

Then she leaves. 

Jamie’s chest is still heaving, his heart pumps furiously and as he waits for his breathing to slowly return to a normal rate, the last dribbles of spunk ooze out of his cock. 

Ben wakes and slowly sits up. 

‘Fuck, what happened? Did I faint?’

Jamie takes a few moments to reply. 

‘Yeah.’

‘Jesus! How did you get the bag off’

Jamie blinked and then after a long sigh he said, 

’It was Angel.’

Daniel Guy