Just a Game

Chapter 1

The character image disappeared, and a few lines of red words appeared on the white screen.

[D1 countdown: 23h59m59s]
[A. Khaotung wears a collar until the next task is released]
[B. First masturbates to orgasm and records it]
[*The props required for the tasks are in the drawer of the bedside table*]

D1

Silent, but wanting to scream.

First sat at the end of the bed, staring at the screen in a daze. His brain was unable to seamlessly switch from the happy birthday party paradise last night to the real hell he was facing now, nor could he think normally about the meaning of these lines of words. He just scanned the words over and over again until double images appeared in front of his eyes.

Khaotung had already reached out to the cabinet and opened the drawer with his index finger.

A collar, a DV camera, and some other things. Khaotung looked at his friend's stiff back and did not take out the rest of the items. A dagger, a blade, a lighter, a condom, and a lubricant.

He pushed the drawer shut. He didn't want to imagine anything yet.

* * * * *

First and Khaotung woke up together on many ordinary days.

Days that belonged to friends, boredom, laziness, hangovers, tension, and going to work together. Days that did not belong to lovers.

Even though they said many sincere "I love you"s to each other, neither of them precisely proposed to be lovers.

Unlike the love that could be easily expressed to each other in the plot, the various emotions that First and Khaotung had for each other in the real world was so complicated and entangled that they couldn't calmly express them.

The tear glands acted before the brain, and any simple definition of the noun was too insufficient to summarize everything that was surging under the word "friends".

First and Khaotung also cherished every moment with their friends, Every moment with their partners, in the play, outside the play, at work, in private, when playing games together, when touching each other…in a friendly way.

Not like today when they were forced to be locked up together.

Friends, even if they didn't want to accept.
Friends, even if they wanted more.
Friends, in that situation...
Friends...

* * * * *

When First looked back, Khaotung was checking the collar.

The outside was just an ordinary leather choker, and there was no camera installed, but the inside had two circles of tiny hooks on the upper and lower edges. Khaotung pressed it with his thumb and it didn't hurt, but the tiny hooks hooked the skin of his fingertips when he took his finger away.

Fortunately, compared with First's task, it was a lot easier.

Khaotung silently lowered his head and put it on himself. The collar seemed to be specially customized. The only hole that could pass through the buckle made the collar fit tightly against his neck. Some tiny hooks had pierced the skin, which was a little itchy.

When he looked up again, he met the most beautiful eyes of his friend. Anxiety, confusion, guilt, shock, and many visible and invisible emotions sank into the pool of unwanted suppression.

"That's enough, this is a weird mission." Khaotung restored his usual gentle and smiling expression to his friend.

"But..."