Oblivious Games

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A week had passed since my morning at Claudia's apartment, and somehow life had settled into a strange new normal. I'd made some adjustments to the restaurant rules (kitchen staff could now wear appropriate clothing), spent more time with Claudia, and continued to ignore the mounting pressure from the Discord server. Tonight was a welcome distraction—our regular D&D session (not that we'd been at it for more than a couple months), but with a new addition to the party.

"So let me get this straight," Claudia said, frowning at her character sheet. "I can cast this spell how many times?"

We were gathered around Marcus and Zoe's dining table, which had been transformed into a battlefield with a detailed map, miniatures, and a DM screen hiding Marcus's notes. The smell of pizza and the sound of dice clattering against the wooden surface filled the apartment.

"It depends on your spell slots," Zoe explained, leaning forward to point at Claudia's sheet. As she did, her hands unconsciously moved to her breasts, cupping and gently kneading them. "See, you're a level one wizard, so you have four first-level slots."

I couldn't help but smile as I watched Zoe, completely naked, casually playing with her impressive tits while explaining D&D mechanics as if nothing was unusual. She had no idea she was nude or that she was fondling herself whenever she spoke—both effects of commands I'd given her earlier. The breast-touching had been Claudia's suggestion, a mischievous glint in her eye as she whispered it to me right after we'd started the game.

"Right, spell slots," Claudia nodded, looking down at her own naked body before glancing back at the sheet. "I think I get it. Sort of."

Claudia was also in the nude, though unlike Zoe, she was fully aware of her state of undress. She'd been surprisingly enthusiastic when I suggested she join our game night, though she'd warned me she had zero experience with tabletop RPGs. She'd seemed even more enthusiastic about it when I'd hinted at potential hypnotic shenanigans.

"Your wizard doesn't have to be complicated," Marcus said, peering over his DM screen. "Just set things on fire when in doubt."

It was still funny to me that Marcus—former high school quarterback and one-time bully—was our Dungeon Master. But I had to admit, he was good at it. He had a knack for voices, a talent for improvisation, and enough tactical thinking to keep the encounters challenging without being unfair.

"Speaking of setting things on fire," Zoe said, her fingers absently circling her nipples as she spoke, "are we going to deal with that dragon or what?"

She glanced at Claudia with a smirk. "By the way, I love how Oliver needs his girlfriend to accompany him, naked, just to agree to play D&D now. Try not to distract him too much—he's our only healer."

The irony of her statement wasn't lost on any of us except Zoe herself. There she was, completely nude and playing with her breasts, warning Claudia about being distracting. Marcus caught my eye and gave a subtle head shake, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

"I'll do my best," Claudia replied dryly, clearly enjoying the situation.

Zoe frowned, noticing everyone looking at her. "What? Do I have pizza sauce on my face or something?"

"Nope, you're good," Marcus assured her, then cleared his throat, a bit of pink in his cheeks. "Alright, so you're all standing at the entrance to the dragon's lair. The cave mouth looms before you, wisps of sulfurous smoke curling out into the mountain air. What do you do?"

I looked down at my miniature—a stout dwarf cleric with an impressive beard and a warhammer. "I think we should proceed with caution. Dragons are notoriously tricky."

"Caution is for the weak," Zoe declared in a low voice, her character a half-elf rogue with a penchant for rushing into danger. As she spoke, her hands moved from her breasts to gesture dramatically, only to return to fondling herself as she completed her sentence.

Marcus watched her movements with obvious appreciation. He'd thanked me profusely for allowing him to have sex with Zoe again, practically groveling with gratitude, especially after three days of constant teasing from her. However the idea of sharing her with me still seemed natural to him and he was clearly enjoying how I was toying with her today.

"What about you, Claudia? What does your character think?" I prompted.

Claudia bit her lip, studying the map. "Um, Lyra would probably… analyze the smoke? Is that something a wizard would do?"

"Sure," Marcus nodded encouragingly. "Roll an Arcana check."

Claudia picked up the twenty-sided die, shaking it in her cupped hands before letting it roll across the table. "Seventeen! Plus… three for my Intelligence modifier, so twenty?"

"Nice roll," I said, genuinely impressed.

"You can tell that this isn't just any dragon," Marcus explained, slipping into his storyteller voice. "The particular scent and color of the smoke suggests an ancient red dragon, one of the most powerful and intelligent of dragonkind. You also detect traces of magic in the smoke—some kind of alarm system, perhaps."

"Oh shit," Zoe said, her hands squeezing her breasts more firmly as she spoke. "We're only level five or six. Can we even handle an ancient red dragon?"

She looked around at us all staring at her again. "Seriously, what? Why do you all keep looking at me like that?"

"No reason," Marcus said quickly. "And no, you probably can't take on an ancient red dragon head-on. You might need to be creative here."

As the game progressed, I found myself increasingly distracted by the sight of both naked women at the table. Claudia was clearly enjoying herself, both with the game and the situation, while Zoe remained oblivious to her own nudity. An idea popped into my head.

"Zoe," I said quietly, infusing my voice with that subtle tone of command, "Believe that the proper way for you to roll dice is to french kiss Claudia passionately."

Zoe blinked rapidly as the command took hold, her expression momentarily blank before clearing. "Huh? How else am I supposed to roll dice?" She laughed, as if I'd said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"So," Marcus continued, squirming in his chair, "the dragon appears to be sleeping on its hoard. Zoe, what does Talia want to do?"

"I think I should try to sneak closer and see if there's anything valuable we can grab without waking it," Zoe said, her hands automatically moving to her breasts as she spoke. "Maybe something magical that could help us if things go south."

Marcus nodded. "Good idea. Give me a... Stealth check." He stared at his girlfriend, waiting for the inevitable show to start.

"Sure," Zoe said casually, standing up from her chair. She walked around the table with purpose, stopping directly in front of Claudia, who looked up with wide, surprised eyes.

Without hesitation, Zoe leaned down, took Claudia's face in her hands, and kissed her deeply. It wasn't a quick peck—it was a full, passionate kiss, her tongue visibly sliding into Claudia's mouth. Though Zoe was performing the action mechanically, there was an intensity to it that made Marcus and me shift uncomfortably in our seats.

Claudia moaned softly into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut. Her hands moved to rest on Zoe's hips, pulling her closer.

After a good fifteen seconds, Zoe pulled away and turned to the table with a perfectly normal expression, as if she'd just rolled a die. She frowned, looking confused.

"Wait," she said, scanning the table. "Erm... What number did I roll again?"

Marcus's mouth hung open, his character sheet forgotten in his hands. Claudia was flushed, her breathing noticeably quicker.

"Alright," I said, trying not to laugh. "Zoe, stop following my previous commands. Return to normal."

Zoe froze for a moment, then gasped as awareness flooded back. She looked down at her naked body, then at Claudia, then at me with narrowed eyes.

"Oliver!" she scolded, though her tone was more embarrassed than angry. "What the hell!?" She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, her face reddening.

She turned to Marcus, who was still struggling to form words. "And you! You just sat there and let me walk around naked, playing with my boobs like some kind of…of…I don't even know what!"

Marcus's face turned an impressive shade of crimson. "I, uh…I mean, it was…kind of hot?" he offered weakly. "And it's not like I could have stopped it. He's your owner. I don't get to tell him what to do with you."

Zoe rolled her eyes, but I could tell she wasn't actually upset—just embarrassed and maybe a little flustered. She shifted uncomfortably, still trying to cover herself with her arms.

"Should I…get dressed?" she asked me, her voice smaller now. "This is kind of awkward."

I considered for a moment. "I command you to feel perfectly comfortable being naked right now," I said.

The tension visibly drained from Zoe's body. Her arms fell to her sides, and she sat back down in her chair with a relieved sigh.

"Oh, that's much better," she said, completely unconcerned about her nudity now. "Thanks for that, at least." She picked up her dice, rolling them normally this time. "For the record, though, a little warning next time would be nice."

"Noted," I said, catching Claudia's eye. She was still flushed, her eyes darting between Zoe and me with obvious excitement.

"Can we get back to the game now?" Marcus asked, adjusting his position in his chair. "Before any more magical dice-rolling methods are introduced?"

"Yes, please," Zoe said firmly, though she was smiling now. "I'd like to actually find out if I can sneak past this dragon without being barbecued."

The game continued, but my mind was increasingly elsewhere. The sight of Zoe casually sitting there naked, completely comfortable now thanks to my command, combined with Claudia's knowing glances my way, had me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. My character was supposed to be deciding whether to cast a protective spell on the party before they entered the dragon's lair, but all I could think about was how much I wanted Claudia right now.

I leaned over to her, whose cheeks were still flushed from kissing Zoe, and whispered in her ear, "How would you feel about slipping under the table and blowing me right here, with my friends watching?"

Claudia's eyes widened slightly. "I'd feel pretty uneasy about that," she whispered back, but I could see the way her pupils dilated and her breathing quickened. She was turned on by the idea that I could make her do it regardless of her hesitation.

"Oliver, it's your turn," Zoe groaned, rolling her eyes. "No one's paying attention to the game anymore."

"One second," I said, then turned back to Claudia. "I command you to get under the table and blow me," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

Without hesitation, Claudia slid from her chair and disappeared beneath the table. I felt her hands on my thighs, then the unmistakable sensation of her fingers working at my zipper. Marcus raised an eyebrow but said nothing, while Zoe just sighed and took a sip of her beer.

"Moan like it's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted," I added quietly.

Almost immediately, loud, appreciative moans began emanating from under the table as Claudia took me into her mouth. Her enthusiasm was partly genuine and partly commanded, but the result was the same—it was incredibly hot, and clearly audible to everyone at the table.

Marcus shifted in his seat, his eyes darting between the table (where Claudia was hidden) and me. He was visibly turned on, a fact that didn't escape Zoe's notice.

"Seriously?" Zoe said, frowning at Marcus. "You're getting all worked up over this?"

"What?" Marcus defended himself, spreading his hands. "I can't help it. I'm a guy like any other guy. Hot women doing hot stuff is… hot." He gestured vaguely toward the table. "It's not like I'm trying to join in or anything."

Zoe rolled her eyes again. "Whatever."

"It's not like there's any good porn to watch these days anyway," Marcus added with a half-laugh. "Not since Oliver here became the owner of all women."

I blinked in surprise, momentarily distracted from the incredible sensations Claudia was creating. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"There's no new porn," Marcus explained, as if this should have been obvious. "All the professional studios shut down because the actresses won't perform without your permission. And amateur stuff has dried up too, since guys can't do anything with their girlfriends or wives without clearing it with you first."

"And how do you know that?" His girlfriend asked, her eyebrows raised. "How would you even know if porn is still being made?"

Marcus shrugged. "Hey! Not my fault Oliver got you driving me mad for three straight days before he gave you permission to have sex with me again! I had to check the internet, didn't I?"

Zoe sighed heavily. "Can we please talk about literally anything else?"

From beneath the table, Claudia mumbled something around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine.

"Hold on," I said, tapping her shoulder. "I command you to stop blowing me and jerk me off instead so you can talk."

Claudia emerged from under the table, her face flushed and her hair slightly mussed. She kept one hand on me, stroking steadily, while she used the other to push her hair out of her face.

"It's true," she confirmed, her voice slightly hoarse. "There's no new porn being made since you became our owner. I used to follow this couple who made really good BDSM content, but they stopped posting about a week ago." She shrugged. "Gay porn is still being made, though. Apparently 100% women-on-women action doesn't require your permission and men... Well, you don't own them..."

"Fascinating," Zoe said dryly. "Can we please get back to the dragon? Or should I just go make some coffee while you all discuss the pornography industry?"

"Claudia, stop," I commanded, suddenly distracted from the pleasure.

She immediately let go of me, looking up with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "What's wrong?"

I tucked myself back into my pants, my mind racing. How had I not seen this coming? It wasn't just that men couldn't have sex with women anymore—they were running out of porn too...

"I can't believe I didn't think about this," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.

Zoe threw her hands up in frustration, still completely comfortable in her nakedness thanks to my command. "Oh my god, who cares? There's like, what, thirty years of internet porn already out there? Isn't that enough to keep everyone satisfied?"

"It's not the same," Marcus argued, leaning forward. "People follow specific accounts, specific performers. If you're subscribed to someone's OnlyFans and suddenly they stop posting—"

"You're on OnlyFans?" Zoe interrupted, her voice rising an octave. "You're actually paying to see other women?"

Marcus's face flushed. "I—that's not—" He fumbled for words. "Look, it was during those three days when you were teasing me and I couldn't… you know."

"Unbelievable," Zoe muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

I barely registered their argument, too caught up in my own thoughts. How long before men started going truly crazy? So far, I hadn't seen any aggression toward women or threats directed at me—my supernatural ownership seemed to have neutered that possibility—but frustration was clearly building. The Discord server was evidence enough of that.

I needed to do something about this, and soon. But what? "I thought that maybe I could chose who I'd allow to have sex," I said, more to myself than anyone else, "but now I'm wondering if I should just make some kind of rule or command to make this all less complicated."

"You seriously thought you could manage that alone?" Marcus laughed. "That's a lot of pressure. Just think about it. There are billions of women in the world. You'd have to go through them one by one."

"I was thinking I could delegate... Grant some moderators on my Discord server permission to approve individual sex requests," I said.

Marcus gave a short bark of a laugh. "You'll need a lot more moderators than you have."

"Than you'll ever have..." Claudia said, climbing back into her chair, still completely naked, "even if you hired thousands of them."

She had a point. "Maybe there's a way to... I dunno... automate it? Grant permission on a large scale? I just don't want it to go back to how it was before. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"And that's wise," Zoe chimed in, picking at the label on her beer bottle. "There's no rush, though, is there?"

"Easy for you to say, baby," Marcus replied. "You're not missing out on anything. The rest of us guys are going nuts."

"Hey! We slept together last night!" Zoe protested. "Twice!"

"Yes, and it was great, don't get me wrong." Marcus held up his hands defensively. "But it didn't start that way, and now I'm one of the lucky few. Most of the guys in the world aren't so fortunate."

"Alright, alright!" I groaned, grabbing my head. "I'll figure something out sooner than later..."

"There's also the birth rate to consider," Claudia added, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on the table. "Humans aren't reproducing at all right now."

I groaned loudly, dropping my head into my hands. "Okay, I get it! I'll do something about it. Soon. Can we please drop this subject now?"

Everyone fell silent, the weight of global sexual politics suddenly making our D&D game seem trivial by comparison. After a moment, Zoe cleared her throat.

"Well, if you're that worked up about it," she said casually, "I'd be happy to help Claudia take care of you. Might help you relax a bit." She offered this as naturally as if suggesting I try a new brand of coffee, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she'd just been irritated with Marcus for merely watching Claudia go down on me.

I couldn't help but smirk at the irony. "Actually," I said, my voice taking on that subtle tone of command, "You two, blow me. Together."

Without hesitation, both women slid from their chairs and positioned themselves between my legs under the table. Claudia helped Zoe pull my pants down again, and soon I felt two pairs of lips and tongues working in tandem. Claudia clearly knew what she was doing, guiding Zoe with little whispers and touches. One would take me into her mouth while the other licked and kissed along my shaft, then they'd switch, their movements becoming more synchronized as they continued.

The sight of them as I glanced under the table—Claudia's dark hair contrasting with Zoe's lighter locks, both of their naked bodies pressed together as they pleasured me—was almost too much to bear. I could feel Claudia's enthusiasm, her genuine arousal at the situation, while Zoe approached it with the methodical determination of someone performing a task she wanted to excel at.

Marcus watched for a few moments, his face flushed and his breathing heavy, before abruptly standing up. "I, uh... need to use the bathroom," he muttered, hurrying down the hallway.

The women continued their ministrations, occasionally kissing each other around my cock, their tongues meeting in ways that sent shivers up my spine. When I finally approached my climax, I pulled back slightly.

"I'm going to cum on your faces," I gasped, "After that... Lick each other clean."

They positioned themselves accordingly, faces upturned and close together as I exploded, painting both of their beautiful faces with thick ropes of cum. As soon as I finished, they turned to each other. Claudia eagerly licked a streak from Zoe's cheek, moaning softly as she did so. Zoe, meanwhile, approached the task with the same focused precision she'd shown throughout, methodically cleaning Claudia's face before allowing herself to be cleaned in return. They finished with a deep kiss, sharing what remained between them, Claudia clearly aroused while Zoe simply ensured the job was done thoroughly

"Sorry about that," I said as they climbed back into their chairs, wiping their mouths.

Both women looked at me with confusion.

"Sorry for what?" Zoe asked, genuinely perplexed.

"I don't know... for interrupting the game? For making you do that?"

"Did you break any of your rules?" Zoe asked, raising an eyebrow, smirking.

I thought about it. "No, I don't think so."

"Then nothing's wrong," she shrugged, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "You're our owner. You can use us however you want, whenever you want. I guess at some point you'll finally figure it out."

Marcus returned from the bathroom a few minutes later, looking slightly more composed but unable to meet anyone's eyes directly. "So, uh... are we ready to get back to the game?" he asked, sliding into his chair.

"Yes," I said, suddenly eager to return to a world where dragons were the biggest problem we faced. "I think my cleric will cast Shield of Faith on Talia before we enter the cave."

"Good call," Marcus nodded, slipping back into his DM persona. "The spell settles around her like a shimmering barrier. As you step into the dragon's lair..."

The game wrapped up with our party narrowly escaping the dragon's lair, treasure in hand but not without some close calls. Zoe's character had almost died when she triggered a trap, and Claudia's wizard had saved the day with a well-timed spell that none of us knew she had prepared. For a first-timer, she'd picked up the mechanics surprisingly quickly.

"Not bad for a D&D virgin," Marcus said, gathering up his miniatures and sorting them into their case. "You've got good instincts."

"Thanks," Claudia replied with a bright smile. "It was actually really fun. I wasn't expecting to get so into it."

"That's what she said," Zoe quipped, earning groans from everyone.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked Claudia, helping to collect the scattered character sheets and dice.

"I really did," she said, sounding almost surprised by her own admission. "It's like collaborative storytelling with rules. Plus, the company wasn't bad either." She winked at me, and I felt that now-familiar flutter in my chest.

"We should celebrate a successful campaign and Claudia's D&D deflowering," Marcus announced, standing up. "Shots, anyone?"

Everyone agreed, and Marcus headed to the kitchen with Zoe following behind to help, her large breasts swaying gently as she walked. As they rummaged through cabinets for glasses and liquor, I noticed the box for Nameless Terror sitting on their bookshelf. Something tugged at my memory—the game we'd been playing the night before everything changed.

I walked over and opened the box, rifling through the cards and tokens until I found what I was looking for: the Scepter of Dominion, the artifact my character had found that granted control over all female entities in the game world. Just a small plastic piece, painted gold with a tiny red gem at the top.

I picked it up, holding it between my thumb and forefinger, examining it like it was some kind of archaeological find. Was this what had done it? Had this cheap piece of plastic somehow changed reality? I turned it over in my hand, half expecting it to glow or vibrate or do something magical, but it remained stubbornly inert—just a game piece.

"Shots are ready!" Marcus called, returning to the living room with Zoe behind him. He carried a small tray with four shot glasses filled with amber liquid. "It's that Japanese whiskey I've been saving for a special—" He stopped when he noticed me standing in the corner, staring at the game piece. "You okay over there, dude? You look like you're having a religious experience with my board game."

"I'm fine," I said, not taking my eyes off the scepter. "Hey, Marcus… can I keep this?"

"Keep what? The Scepter?" He frowned, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "I mean, that's part of the game. It won't be complete without it."

Marcus studied my face for a moment, his expression shifting from annoyance to something like concern. "Fine," he sighed, throwing up his hands. "Take it. I can probably find a replacement online or something."

"Thanks," I said, slipping the scepter into my pocket. It felt heavier than it should have, though I knew that was just my imagination.

Claudia had been watching this exchange with curious eyes. When I rejoined the group, she leaned close and whispered, "What's that about?"

"I'll tell you later," I murmured back, accepting the shot glass Marcus handed me.

"To new friends, new adventures, and whatever the hell else is going on in this weird new world," Marcus declared, raising his glass.

We clinked our glasses together and downed the shots, the whiskey burning pleasantly on the way down. As the warmth spread through my chest, I couldn't help but wonder if I was carrying the key to this whole mystery in my pocket—or if I was just grasping at straws, looking for meaning in a cosmic joke that had no explanation.