Active Route; Round 2
Player List
- Bard (our main character) - 5' 9", fit, white
- Conga - 5' 8", latino, early 20s with a black hoodie on
- Shy - 5' 11", thin, white, curly locks of hair, teenager with a breedable bubble butt
- Java - 6' 2", lanky, black, seems irritated at most times
- Bear - 5' 8", husky, mixed, furry body hair,
blue bathrobe wearing glasses - Earl - 5' 10", dad bod, tan, in his 50s, wearing a wrinkled expensive looking suit
- Zombie - 5' 6", fit, white, a teenager dressed in leather punk gear and a colorful mohawk
- India - 5' 0", muscular, mixed, holds himself with pride
- Medic - 5' 7", asian, nurse in messy scrubs
- Farmer - 5' 3", tan, a teenage wallflower
The screen changes once I select the Master button.
***Give an order to your Slave*** Value determined by order
Conga: "What's Value mean?"
Bard: "Maybe points? Or they're scoring something?"
Shy: "Are... you okay? With what you chose, I mean."
Bard: "I kind of guessed what I was getting into. What will you choose?"
Shy: "I... think I'll pick Oral."
Bard: "Go for it. Maybe it'll be something you and me can do together~"
Aww, he didn't blush as hard as before. Then again, we've already fucked - guess that's lowered the walls between the two of us.
Bard: "Cutie."
Shy presses the button in front of Oral.
***69 with another player*** Value 1
Conga: "Interesting... I wonder which of these would be considered higher in value."
Bard: "You sound excited."
Conga: "So far, it's just been licking a guy I'd never met. I've done a lot worse with some people less appealing."
Shy: "Would you want something high value? Wouldn't that imply it could be dangerous?"
Conga: "..."
Conga walks and selects the Pierce button.
***Pierce both nipples*** Value 1
Conga: "Damn."
The voice over the intercom speaks again.
"At the time, all players may enter the Challenge Room."
Not too far behind this announcement is the sounds of footsteps drawing near.
We briefly explain the situation and what myself, Conga, and Shy selected.
Earl: "Hey!"
It's a moment before we notice Bear select a button.
***Cake bukKake - be cum on by five other players*** Value 6
Bear: "Oof. Big ouch. I thought I'd have to eat a cake!"
Earl: "Why are you going off on your own!?"
Bear: "I... could? Sorry, I'm confused. I'm a grown ass man - why are you trying to control us?"
Earl: "There could be a plan, some kind of... thing we could figure out."
Zombie: "Seems no point in pussy-footing. Step up and pick something."
True to his word, Zombie presses the Hung button.
***Be restrained in a sex swing*** Value 7
Zombie: "Fuck all this!"
Earl looks like he enjoys being vindicated.
Medic: "I'm worried about the Violent one."
India: "You mean whether it's going to lead to something violent happening."
Java: "On the other hand, Feminine seems softer."
Farmer attempts to select the Oral button, but nothing changes.
Bard: "Doesn't seem like they'll let us repeat a challenge, but good thinking."
So the kid is also interested in giving himself to a man...
Earl: "I'll take Violent."
Medic: "Why!?"
Earl: "If it's something dangerous, I'll stop it from happening. I haven't played this game so far and I'm not planning to if I can help it."
***Rape another player*** Value 8
Earl: "You all have my word I won't do that."
India: "We'll see."
India steps to the button and selects Machine.
***Enter the machine on the main stage*** Value 3
India: "...I'd better go take a look, see what kind of 'machine,' hope it doesn't kill me, you know."
And with that he heads back out into the hallway. Java selects the Caged button, but glares at the results on the screen.
***Lock yourself into a chastity device*** Value 1
Java: "Foolishness... I hate foolishness."
Farmer and Medic are left. Feminine and Slave.
I'm going to be a Master to one of these two. I don't know if there's a consequence to being a slave. Having someone with medical knowledge might be worth protecting. Should I convince Medic to select Feminine? I know, somehow, something terrible is coming and him being safe could be advantageous.
But that's just me avoiding that the Farmer boy would make a good slave. Call it gut instinct, but the quiet one has untapped potential. He would likely be pliable to my whims given he's inexperienced.
...
***Follow an order from your Master*** Value determined by order
I see the Slave screen change and look to see Farmer selected it. I'm... glad to see that..?
Medic: "That means I'm left with Feminine."
***Wear only lingerie*** Value 5
Medic: "Not sure how I'm supposed to change clothes with these restraints."
Shy: "You guys, you're going to want to see this..."
I hadn't noticed Shy slip out, but he returns to the room. Seems like something's going on. I return to the stage room to see several new structures have appeared as well as another door previously inaccessible open. On stage is a sex swing, some kind of mechanical seat, and several items on a table like a cock cage, lingerie set for women, and a piercing gun. While some people investigate these items, Shy seems to be going towards the mystery door. Following him, the new room has what appears to be a prize counter. Multiple items are priced and in locked display cases - a bottle of lube, a key, a sign reading Medical Care, and other seemingly random items. On the wall are images of each person here along side a number.
[Points may be exchanged for prizes or cash (1 point = $1000)]
Java (0)
India (0)
Medic (0)
Earl (0)
Zombie (0)
Farmer (0)
Conga (2)
Bear (0)
Bard (2)
Shy (3)
.........oh shit, money. Are they serious? That changes the game. Judging by the points so far, I could make $2000! That's not all though - we don't know what people's financial situations are... Hopefully, things stay... peaceful.
Back at the stage, India, Conga, Java, Medic, and Farmer are together investigating the supplies that appeared.
India: "Now is being strapped into this worth $3000... that's the question."
The chair has a dildo seat and restraints that holds someone's thighs. It's clear upon a close examination that this device not only locks the person into the chair, but also sodomizes them. Looks like a fun ride if this was a personal toy, but we're not here voluntarily. Whoever is doing this is definitely watching.
Bear: "What are you thinking?"
Medic: "They're saying that me wearing women's lingerie is worth $5000. That doesn't make sense."
Java: "Because someone who'd capture a bunch of men just to get them to degrade themselves make sense."
Conga: "This one's a no-brainer to me. Medic, would you mind helping use this piercing gun?"
Medic: "......okay. Let me check the equipment."
Java: "Are you sure you want to participate in this game further? There is no guaranteeofa reward."
Conga: "In for a penny, in for a pounding."
India: "Besides, you're not the only one participating."
Farmer: "Are you sure you'll be okay?"
India: "If I'm lucky, this could be my chance to get rich. I've got to gamble on it."
Bard: "Hang on, if you're gonna do this, just wait. I'll be right back."
I hurry to the prize room and stop in front of the case reading "Lube 1 point." I don't hesitate and open the case. As I take a bottle, my score goes down by one. Before I can think about a $1000 bottle of lube of all things, I give it to India.
Bard: "This thing cannot be pleasant to use dry. Use this."
He looks surprised, but accepts it.
India: "You're playing your own kind of game, aren't you? I'll return this favor."
Struggling around the handcuffs from the first round, India shucks his pants, showing off his uncut flaccid dick with a half chub. He greases himself and the penetrating dildo on the seat. As he lowers his hole onto the fake cock, the machine works, locking his thighs down. At first, the base of the seat begins to slowly push in and out, drilling his asshole. I can't help but notice India's chub becoming more and more engorged, the head of his penis extending from his foreskin. It's not long before the fake cock is pumping quickly deep inside him, sliding against his prostate judging by how he begins leaking heavy drops of precut. The machine, headless of India, thrusts more vigorously into him.
India: "Fuuuuuuuck, this feels unreal~"
Zombie: "Seriously? It's a fucking pride parade in here."
Conga: "Money's a big motivator. Ready doc?"
Medic: "Not a doctor, but yes. Here we go."
I expected Conga to yell from pain, but he seems unphased as both his nipples get barbells inserted into them. There's a small drip of blood, but Medic proves his nickname true and tends to it.
Conga: "...I won't lie, I feel sexy. How do they look?"
India calls out "hot" before melting into the fucking machine's pace.
Bear: "Oh, there's a lot happening in here. Nice tit's Conga."
Conga: "Thanks."
Bear: "So, I'm just gonna sit under India until he busts a nut. After that, can I get anyone else to help make me some money?"
Zombie: "Fuck no!"
Conga: "Sure."
Shy: "...Bard?"
Bard: "Shy?"
Shy: "Can you..."
Bard: "Did you want to fulfill your action?"
Shy nods his head embarrassed as he always is.
Bard: "I'd love to suck you off, but I actually think we can help each other."
You've got a slave to order.
Bard: "Farmer, come here. Without going into detail, I could use some money. How about you?"
It's a moment before he nods his head.
Bard: "Shy here could use some help and I'd love to see you two play together. Do you think you'd like that?"
Farmer, boy of few words, looks over Shy and nods yes.
Bard: "Alright, let's see if this works. My order to you is to 69 with Shy."
Farmer mumbles something I can't hear and takes Shy's hand, the two taking the opposite corner of the stage from Bear and India.
My boys shuck their clothing and I'm surprised to see Farmer had some muscle to him. I knew I made a good choice. Farmer takes the lead and tells Shh to lay on his back. Shy, erect and having a lot of firsts today, immediately begins suckling on Farmer's know. He's got a big one too. Shy struggles to take him down his throat. Farmer, who is evidently somewhat experienced, takes Shy's boyish prick in his mouth eliciting a groan. Shy uses his hands to stroke his partner's length, mouth suckling at the head of the cock. The two are clearly enjoying each other's attention. Farmer props himself on his elbows before he starts pistoning down Shy's throat, earning a jump from the unprepared boy. A sheen of spit and phlegm starts coating Farmer's balls as Shy gags. This doesn't deter his partner from fucking his throat. Slurping sounds and India's moans echo through the amphitheater. Turned on as I am, I go over to Bear and fish out my cock. As I start jacking off, Bear reaches for me.
Bear: "Let me help with that."
His lips wrap my length and he sucks me off. Multitasking, he reaches to stroke a very leaky India.
Conga: "Room for more?"
Another prick for Bear. India gives a long grunt and cums miserably, pump after pump splashing onto Bear's head and arms. Farmer and Shy pleasure one another for a long time until both boys have unloaded into one another's mouth, face, and throat. It's enough for me to pop off myself. I shove Bear off my prick, jerking off wildly into his face and hair.
Bard: "Fuck me, that felt good. Conga, enjoy."
Bear goes to suck off Conga while I slip my wet prick back into my pants. There's a mechanical sound as India is freed from his machine. He hobbles into one of the chairs, clearly spent. The voice over the intercom crackles to life.
"Players, there is one hour left until this round of challenges is complete. Players with zero points haven't been doing a very good job playing the game. Therefore, any players with zero points at the end of this round will be eliminated! You probably want to avoid this outcome. Good luck!
...eliminated. Surely they don't mean... a quick walk to the point shop shows several people with no points.
Java (0)
India (3)
Medic (0)
Earl (0)
Zombie (0)
Farmer (1)
Conga (3)
Bear (0)
Bard (2)
Shy (4)
I go to check on people. Bear is working his talented mouth on Shy and Farmer. He should earn some points soon. Medic is stripping their pants off reluctantly and pulling on the silk panties, stocking, and garterbelt. Zombie, for some reason, is shaving off their mohawk - the manacles drop off their wrists, apparently completing Round 1. That leaves just Earl and Java without any points earned.
A chilling and foreboding scream echoes out from the Challenge Room. Me and several others run in, only to see the source of the dread I feared. Laying facedown, a knife coming from his back, lays Java. His eyes are open in shock, seemingly stabbed from behind. Earl is the only one who talks.
Earl: "Someone, get the medical care prize! Hurry!"
Medic checks Java, evidently unphased by performing medical procedures in pink panties. It's only a moment before he shakes his head while checking for a pulse. One of us is dead. And likely, someone here is the culprit...
Bard: "Is everyone here?"
Conga: "By now, yes."
Bard: "I think this might have happened because of this game. I think someone had something to gain from killing Java."
...the manacle actions. They have an undisclosed Value.
Bard: "Who here has their handcuffs still on?"
A look around the room reveals Medic, Earl, Bear, and Farmer are still restrained. It's unlikely it was any of them who did this. That leaves Conga, Zombie, India, and Shy as our possible murderers if I'm on a correct line of thinking.
Conga: "I saw that knife in the prize counter."
Bard: "To figure out who did this, will everyone come to the prize counter room?"
No one wants to be the next victim, so everyone agrees. The knife is on a shelf labeled two points. So someone who earned at least two points is our killer. The scores show the following:
Java (0)
India (6)
Medic (5)
Earl (0)
Zombie (1)
Farmer (1)
Conga (3)
Bear (6)
Bard (2)
Shy (4)
I see. So that's who killed Java.
Who is the killer? Leave your deduction in the comments. Their fate is in your hands.
