A Fresh Round

Fayez grabbed the die and rolled a 4. He cringed as he moved his piece onto the trap square. He drew the top card taking a deep breath before reading, “New Addiction: Flashing.” He put the card away, and when he looked around the table he noticed all of his friends glancing down at his chest.

A small tingle fizzled at the base of his neck, an unheard **** urging him to reveal himself to those around him. “Perverts,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. Bug and Lenny quickly averted their gazes, it took Ben a moment longer to get the hint. The buzzing intensified, an innate calling within him to flash those around him.

He passed the die to Bug. They rolled a 5 moving to an action square. They scrunched their face as they drew the card. “What’s it say?” Ben asked.

Bug flipped the card to the rest of the table, “It’s a Pot of Greed.” They turned the card a couple times, everything about the card had changed to look like the Yu-Gi-Oh card. “What do I do?”

Lenny shrugged, “I mean it does say draw 2 cards.”

They sighed realizing that Lenny was right. “Here goes nothing,” they drew the next card, “Truth, but your die becomes a d4, or Dare.”

“Wait, does that mean we would all be using a d4 or just Bug?” Ben inquired.

“It just says ‘your die,’” Bug repeated.

Fayez spoke up, “I would assume just theirs, otherwise wouldn’t it say ‘the die?’”

Bug chewed on their lip, it would take longer to traverse the board if they were using a d4 instead of the d6. But could they really complete the kind of dare that the game would ask of them? They went back and forth mentally unable to make a decision.

“Bug?” Lenny gingerly placed a hand on their shoulder.

Bug jumped torn from the decision paralysis stupor. “Dare,” they blurted without giving it another thought. They didn’t want to risk the d4 being for everyone, since a longer game meant more turns and more cards. The card shifted as soon as they said dare, “Before next session go skinny dipping with at least 3 non-players, or draw one trap for each person you miss.”

Bug swallowed trying to think of how or who she could skinny dip with. Would they even be able to actually go through with it? If the alternative was up to 3 traps, they would have to.

“Before next session? Oh no, does that mean the game isn’t expecting us to finish in one sitting? Will I not be able to jerk off?” Ben started panicking a little.

“At least you would still like you,” Lenny pointed out, nodding towards Fayez.

Fayez twiddled his thumbs before finally groaning, “Ugh my head is throbbing, my skin is crawling. And, and, I can just feel it this deep need in my gut,” he waved his hand over his stomach before quickly grabbing the hem of his shirt pulling up. The tightness of his shirt clung to his game induced tits, until they finally dropped free.

The others stared with slack jaws at his chest, his tiny brown nipples pebbled from the sudden rush of cool air as well as a rush of arousal that swept through him. The headache receded, his skin stopped crawling, and a sense of ease passed over him, the addiction fed when he flashed his friends.

Able to think straight once again, Fayez pulled his shirt back down over his tits. “Um, so where were we?”

“Um, uh Bug had another card to draw,” Lenny helpfully responded, still staring at Fayez’s hard nipples poking through his shirt. He shook himself out of it, to watch as Bug slowly reached for their second card.

Bug took a deep breath before reading, “Would you rather develop an addiction to giving individuals orgasms or have other people become addicted to giving you orgasms?” Bug took a moment, but after quickly remembering how Fayez had flipped before flashing them. They weren’t interested in developing any compulsions like that. “I-I guess the other people addicting to giving me orgasms.”

Fayez fidgeted in his seat, “That’s probably a good call. The game’s idea of addiction is no joke.” Bug nodded passing the die to Lenny.

“Here goes nothing,” Lenny rolled the die. He moved up 3 spots to the same action square that Ben was on. “Would you rather take a trap and upgrade your die to a d8, or take a treasure and downgrade your die to a d4?”

“Where did we land on if we think that means for all of us?” Ben brought up the previous discussion.

“We didn’t,” Fayez reminded them, “It’s your call Len, I don’t think any of will blame you either way.” The others nodded in agreement.

Lenny rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ll take the trap just in case.” He reached out grabbing the top card from the trap pile. “When you watch any videos, they’ll be replaced by porn.”

“Look,” Ben pointed at the die, it was now an 8 sided die. He reached over and grabbed it, but as he touched it the die reverted back to its original form. “Well, I guess we have our answer,” Ben said holding the d6 for everyone to see.

“What about the trap?” Fayez asked.

Lenny pulled his phone out and pulled up Youtube. Everything looked normal, but when he clicked play on the video the thumbnail changed from a normal comic review to a scene of a blonde being fucked from behind. “That’s weird, I can still hear it but all I can see is porn.” He hit pause and a still from the normal video filled the screen.

“At least you can still listen to them,” Ben shrugged, “I guess I’ll keep this party rolling.” Ben rolled a 3 putting him in a tie for the lead with Bug. “Would you rather be unable to sleep alone or be unable to shower alone? Fuuuuuuuck.” Ben groaned as he sat back in his seat, which was worse. He’d never showered with another person, and outside of being a scared child with a nightmare crawling into his parent’s bed he hadn’t done the former either.

“If you need to, my bed is big enough for you to fit if you really need to,” Lenny offered.

Ben sat forward as an idea struck him, something that should work for either. But Lenny offering a backup plan helped, “I guess I’m done sleeping alone.”