Writing prompt for 1 hour.
“Video game tester” and “guilt”.
Harry didn’t have the coding in front of him, but he knew his best friend would be a little upset with his findings.
At first, the game seemed to have a good idea. Combine superheroes with sex. Erotic role playing at its highest. Man of steel, woman of Kleenex.
For every successful purse snatching thwarted, cat in tree taken down, there was something to do with sex. A kiss, or a pat on the rear in the case of those two successful missions. But saving the world? That deserved the home run. Instead, it was lame. Very lame. Not even sex. Not even fully naked, What was Chris going for? PG-13 or NC-17, R or X?
The girls were all too thin, not pretty, and, God forfend, looked like Angelina Jolie. He had played the guy-on-girl, girl-on-guy, and girl-on-girl (that wasn’t as hot as it sounds). He didn’t dare try the men-on-men coding. That was just gross.
He went to bed late that night, thinking about calling Chris and telling him what a load of shit he had just downloaded onto his computer for him. However, he really should play the m/m stuff, to get the full range of how bad it really was.
Growling, Harry got up. “Fine,” he said, and fired up the computer. He was going to evaluate the game, see what would happen if he played the man-on-man, and if he got uncomfortable he’d shut it off.
Harry started up the game, groaning at the opening film scene that really should be skipped before character creation. It showed a male super hero with a bulging crotch, and a female superheroine with prominent nipples through her spandex, joined together in midair. It wasn’t even properly drawn, giving the guy an extra set of ribs. How stupid, he thought, as that scene flashed off and the character creator came on. As he usually did, he made a big, broad, heavy set strength hero, with a huge crotch. Jock strap, Harry told himself, each time he put that scale to the max. His girls, of course, had big tits, and the game rendered them with nipples barely covered by the costume. Also in the character creator, he chose “I like…males.”
He built up the strength stats and started the game. First quest: stop five purse snatchings. He did that easily, leveled up at the end, and waited for the kiss from the last girl.
Nothing happened, as she ran away from him.
“Shit,” Harry whispered, and went to the next quest. Cat in a tree. Instead of a lady, this was a guy, pointing to the tree where a white cat was in. He climbed up, got the cat, brought him down to the man. The man took the cat, and hugged it, then hugged Harry’s character.
Harry’s character copped a feel.
“Oh, Jesus,” said Harry, but he kept on playing.
Save this person, beat up that villain, stop the bank robbery. In all of the quests, he was constantly groping some other man, or being aggressive and assertive with other men. After saving a police officer, he finally got a kiss from him. Harry fidgeted in his seat, watching the long kiss depicted on a cut scene. “God,” he whispered. That, to tell the truth, was really well done. They weren’t trying to swallow each other like it had been in the other three depictions.
Did Chris do these scenes, or did someone else? Someone else had to have done them. Chris wasn’t gay.
Harry continued to play. As he played, the people he saved got less and less clothes, just like the other three. Harry was bleary-eyed when he got half way to the top level, looking up and noticing it was dawn of the next day. At this point, the people he saved had no shirts on and the kissing was nearly constant after every mission. Also, by this time, Harry was throbbing.
What the hell?
He went in the bathroom and relieved himself, and then crawled into bed.
Three hours later, he got a phone call. Harry turned over and grabbed the cell, putting the wrong end to his ear. “What.”
“Good morning to you too,” said Chris, then laughed. “What’s the matter, Mr. Grumpypants?”
“Was playing your damn game until dawn. It sucks.”
“It sucks? How can it suck? You get laid.”
“The sex scenes suck. You draw a curtain over them and I can’t see shit.”
“I can’t sell this in Gamestop with sex scenes!”
“Dude. You can’t sell this in Gamestop at all. It’s way too…”
“Racy?”
“Yeah, that’s ounds like the right word.”
“Okay, is that the content that sucks?”
“Who do you have doing your cut scenes? The artwork’s terrible.” Except for the guy-on-guy one, but he didn’t know what Chris would say if he told him he had played that.
“What did you play? Guy on girl, right?”
“Of course.”
“Did you try any of the other ones?”
“I did the girl on guy one. That was…different.” In that one, the girl took control of the situation, and it was interesting to watch her do the initiating. He’d probably want a girl like that at some point. Hell, any girl at any point would be good right about now.
“And I bet you tried the girl-on-girl one?” Every man’s fantasy, to watch two women getting it on.
“Yeah,” he was wide awake now. So was his dick.
“And the artwork sucked? But dude, the girls had tits out to next Tuesday.”
“Dude. I saved the fucking world. I should at least get head for that.”
Chris sighed. “Maybe I’m trying to sell it to the wrong market.”
“Nobody in Gamestop is gonna buy this shit. Try it at those porn shops or something.”
“Okay, then. You want sex? I’ll code the fucking sex in.”
Six months later, Harry had a new copy of “Supes!” – which also had a name. He didn’t try guy-on-girl first. He didn’t try girl-on-guy. He tried guy-on-guy. Two days later, he was watching two super men fucking each other on the moon.
After that guilty pleasure, he played the other ones, and called his best friend.