The Gamer Girls: Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Adam was serious about getting up bright and early. He smacked me on the middle of the forehead at 4:30 AM. “Come on. Get your skinny-fat ass out of bed. We need to be at the gym in fifteen minutes.”

“W—What time is it?” I asked, feeling like I’d just fallen asleep. My hands were still sore from gaming over the past few days; I know that sounds lame—but logging so many hours really takes a toll on the little muscles in your hands.

“It’s game time, boy. Get up. You said you were busy all day playing your video games, so we’re going to hit the gym before the day even starts.”

He dragged me to the gym. The last time I’d been at the gym was… God, I can’t even remember. I wasn’t a big ‘gym’ guy. I didn’t do a lot of working out. My body had always been about the same size. I never had an issue with my weight, and I never really got ‘sore’. I didn’t want to be some big muscular gym bro. I was always creeped out by guys with big muscles, so why would I want to be one?

Now, I just wanted Adam off of my back. We walked into the gym and I spotted the treadmill. I started walking towards it. Adam grabbed me. “Don’t bother with that. It’s for women. Come over here.” He took me to the free weight section and pointed to a bench. “Bench,” he said. “Lay down. I’ll load up some weight.”

He put a full-sized plate on each side of the bar. “Okay. Let’s see how many you can do,” he said.

But I couldn’t even push the bar out of the cradle. Adam sighed and rolled his eyes. “That’s it?”

“I can’t lift it,” I said.

He scoffed and he replaced the big plates with smaller ones… but I still couldn’t lift it. So he put on smaller ones… and then he took the plates off completely. “Can you at least lift the bar?”

I strained and managed to get about five reps.

“Dear God,” he said. “That is truly… pathetic.”

“I’m not a gym guy,” I said.

“I can tell,” he said, rolling his eyes. “That’s it. From now on, we’re doing this every morning. And we’re not leaving here until you have nothing left. You’re going to push yourself so that you can stop being such a pathetic loser.”

I understood that he was just being harsh to try to motivate me, but he was just making me feel like garbage. I mean—yes, that was the idea—but he wasn’t making m want to come back.

He made me curl some weights. Then he made me tug on a cable machine until my arms were screaming with pain. He really didn’t let me stop until I couldn’t even lift the lightest weight in the gym.

“Legs tomorrow,” he said. “You think this is bad…” He laughed.

We had spent over two hours in that gym. Now, I only had about an hour before I needed to be at Lena’s place for our practice.

I couldn’t even lift my arms in the shower to wash my hair. I was shaking with weakness. The gym had taken everything out of me.

Somehow, I managed to drag myself to Lena’s place—but playing wasn’t easy. I was hardly able to move my fingers across the keyboard. And the girls noticed. They all peered over at me. Then, Zoe grinned and said, “I think he’s wants to try being bottom.”

“It definitely seems like it,” Jess chimed in.

The ‘arrangement’ was still in effect. The girls were still using sex as a sort of reward and punishment system. But that only applied if we were able to win a match—and with my inability to play properly, winning (even against random casuals on the internet) seemed nearly impossible.

We came close a few times. We were even in the final bubble in one of our practices… but my soreness wasn’t the only issue; I was tired, hardly able to keep my eyes open after only sleeping for a couple of hours.

The girls kept eyeing me. “That was an easy shot to make, Ethan,” Lena said to me. “You really can’t be missing those.”

“Sorry,” I said.

I saw the girls looking at each other, seemingly trying to decide if they needed to cut me loose. “The game is tomorrow,” Jess said. “We don’t really have any other options this late in the game.”

The other girls blushed, embarrassed by Jess blurting out what was meant to be a silent conversation.

“I’ll be better tomorrow,” I said, but I wasn’t totally confident.

“Just be honest, Pretty Boy,” Jess said. “Are you trying to be the bottom player on our team so you can suck a girl dick? Because if this is just about feeling curious about sucking cock, we can let you do that if you win.”

“I don’t want to do that!” I said.

“We won’t judge you,” Zoe said. “We’ve all sucked our share of girl dick.”

“And boy dick,” Mara interjected, blushing.

“I’m just tired today,” I said.

“Why?”

I bit my tongue. I felt weird about admitting I went to the gym… but I had to tell them the truth. “My roommate brought me to the gym with him this morning. It was a really hard workout.”

“The gym?” Mara said. “Why the gym? You already have, like, the perfect body.”

I still wasn’t sure if they were being honest or just teasing me—because after being at the gym and seeing so many dudes with toned, strong bodies, I was realizing just how scrawny and weak I really was.

“Tired… Sore… That can definitely affect a performance, but I’m honestly just sensing a downright lack of motivation,” Jess said, shaking her head. “Sorry to be blunt, but the first match is tomorrow, and it’s a must win. And if we’re just going to tiptoe around his feelings, we may as well accept the loss now. I haven’t seen a moment of effort from Ethan all day—which, to be honest, is a bit offensive, seeing as we’re offering to let him fuck us if he can pull off a win.”

“I’m really just tired. I’ll get a good sleep tonight,” I said, but I was already thinking about Adam forcing me to do ‘leg day’ at the gym in the morning.

“We have a few more hours here,” Jess said. “Let’s up the stakes. Instead of this punishment and reward system that only happens when we win—let’s do it so it’s win or lose. Win or lose—the most kills fucks the lowest kills.”

“But Ethan has been floating around the middle every game,” Lena said, blushing, clearly uncomfortable talking about me while I was in the room. “There’s no consequence to the people who manage to stay neutral.”

“Good point,” Jess said. “Okay, so the highest kill player fucks the lowest—and if you’re in the middle...” She thought for a moment. “You have to put on a dress.”

I turned dark red. “A dress?”

The girls were suddenly grinning.

“Dress like us,” Jess went on.

“O—Okay,” I said, awkward about it, but not feeling like I was in a place to put up a fight.

“And then if you’re in the middle again the next game, you have to put on makeup… and then if you do it again, we’re going to shave your body.”

I bit down on my tongue. None of this mattered if I could just be on top—and I knew that I was better than them. I knew that I was able to win games on my own, without a team—so I just had to rediscover that spark. “Fine,” I said.

“And if you still end up in the middle after we shave you… then you have to dress up for the tournament tomorrow.”

I blushed even harder. I knew people who would be watching the tournament—either in person or streaming it. I really didn’t want to be seen all dolled up like a chick… but it didn’t matter, right? Because I wasn’t going to lose, and I wasn’t going to finish in the middle. I was going to win.

Maybe this was the motivation boost that I needed.

So we played another game. We dropped in a relatively safe area. We fought another team for the better loot—and we easily came out on top. Quickly, the soreness in my arms started to vanish as adrenaline filled my body.

We moved to the warehouse area. A huge wave of relief came when Mara was sniped: shot dead before she could register a single kill. No matter what happened, I wasn’t going to be fucked.

But I could still end up being emasculated. I still needed to be on top of my game. I moved in on a spot that usually had good items. I moved quickly, scanning the corners where people liked to hide.

Then suddenly, a shot rang out. It was a perfect shot from far away—a shot armed with a lot of luck.

A headshot.

My character dropped dead, just like that.

I froze all over. The girls hardly reacted—except for Mara who was looking at me with a blushing smile. “I was hoping you would win,” she said. “But I think you’ll look cute in a dress.”

“I technically still have the most kills,” I said, eyeing the stats. I had three more than Jess, who had the second most. If the three remaining girls were gunned down before Jess could kill a few more people, I was still technically the winner.

But Jess was locked in now, more focussed than I’d seen her before.

And she got those kills.

The girls even ended up winning the match without Mara, and without me.

And after the game, Jess, giggling and blushing, took Mara by the hand and led her over to one of the bedrooms. Lena took me and said, “Let’s go to my room to pick out a dress.”

I went with her, awkwardly. While we were picking a dress out from her closet, I heard Mara moaning. “It’s so big,” I heard her say. “Oh God, it’s so big!”

Lena pulled out a little black dress that had a cat head cutout on the chest. “It will look so cute on you,” she said, holding it up to me. “Get naked.”

The girls had already seen my cock, so I undressed in front of her. I wriggled my body into the dress. I wanted to try to get out of this… but I had already agreed to this. The dress fit surprisingly well, nice and snug around my torso. It left me mostly exposed: my arms, thighs, and even the cusp of my bum.

I blushed and said, “Is this it?”

“You have to wear it for the rest of the day,” she said.

“Whatever,” I said, pretending like it didn’t bother me much.

Though it was super embarrassing stepping back out and seeing Zoe grinning, looking me up and down. “Cute,” she said.

We could still hear Mara screaming. We could hear the wet slapping of pelvis against bum. “Harder! Harder!” Mara cried. “Oh God, I’m cumming!”

A minute later, the girls came out, blushing, taking their seats at their computers. They eyed me. Mara’s face lit up. “Cute!” she said. I just feigned a small smile and pretended like this wasn’t weird.

As long as I didn’t end up in the middle of the pack again…

But… I did. I managed to make it to the end of the game—a game that we won—but Jess had managed to get more kills than me. It was Mara again at the bottom (I was starting to think she was losing on purpose because she enjoyed being fucked). “Do you have another one in you?” Zoe giggled as she looked at Jess.

“I can go all day,” Jess said, narrowing her eyes, apparently not happy with Zoe suggesting she might be unable to fuck again.

So they went to a room, and we heard all of the moaning and screaming and slapping all over again… while the other girls sat me down and put makeup on my face.

“If you don’t want us to shave you all over, you have to start winning,” Zoe said, brushing a soft pink shadow on my eyelids.

“I was close,” I said. “I was one kill short.”

“It’s not good enough,” Lena said.

So we went to play again… and again, I wasn’t quite good enough. I was close. I had a chance to throw a grenade that would have taken two enemies out at once… but my sore fingers tapped the wrong button and I selected the wrong item, and by the time I managed to select that grenade, the opportunity was gone.

Yes, we still won the game as a team, but I wasn’t the MVP, which meant it was time to be shaved.

And it wouldn’t have been so bad had there not been a knock at the door while the girls were ‘admiring’ how girly I looked in a dress and makeup, with my legs all smooth.

It wouldn’t have been so bad had Lena not gone to answer the door. I looked up and saw Adam standing there. His gaze found me instantly. I blushed. And instead of laughing his head off at me, he looked… angry.