Good souls are bound for heaven.
Bad ones go to hell or so they said.
Maybe that's why I'm being punished.
I slowly ache awake. Stone and metal touch my skin. Where am I?
I'm in the dark. I have no idea where I am. The room is only lit by the faint outline of a light shining through the door. I'm laying down in some room on a cold tile floor. My wrists are locked together in some kind of handcuffs.
I breath calmly, staying careful to be quiet. I listen for breathing; I need to know if I'm alone.
...
There's someone else here in the dark with me. I get to my feet and glance around the low-light lighting. I want to call out, but I have no idea if my captor(s) are near.
There's a young man, maybe a teenager, asleep and bound up as I am. I gently nudge him to wake up. If we're in whatever this is together, he stands a better chance of surviving this if he's alert.
"What-"
"Shhh. Stay quiet kid. Something's very wrong. Let's see if we can get out. Silent now."
The kid seems used to taking orders and doesn't make a peep. We stalk to the door, make eye contact, nod, and push the door open.
What awaits us on the other side of the door is nothing I could have imagined...
A number of men all in matching shackles turn towards us as we enter a gold decorated amphitheater with rows of seats. At the back of the room a stage set with teal and gold embroidered curtains rises and casts a hue over the room. What in the world are we doing here?
"So there's two more of us."
"Seems so."
There's 8 other people here:
1) A 6 ft tall man with dark black skin built like a bean pole with a very pissed off look on his face as it scans around for whoever is orchestrating this.
2) An older man in a wrinkled expensive looking suit, probably in his 50s. Probably has a dad bod by the looks of it.
3) Another teenager, this one dressed head to toe in leather punk gear and a colorful mohawk.
4) A heavy set man in a blue bathrobe wearing glasses. He carries himself seemly calm.
5) A short muscular king standing a proud 5 ft something tall. He's been trying to free himself from the cuffs, though it doesn't look like it's any use.
6) An asian male nurse in messy scrubs attends to another young man
7) The young white man has the making of a bruise on his forehead. His long locks of hair have to be brushed out of the way so the nurse can inspect him.
8) A young latino guy in his early 20s with a black hoodie on inspecting the stage on his own.
Me and the young man I awoke to make 10 people. Ten strangers forced together into this... whatever this is.
A voice over a PA system fills the auditorium.
"Welcome! I'm sure you all have questions, but there will be time for that later! For now, let's discuss how you all can get free from here, shall we?"
The man in the bathrobe speaks up.
"Can these handcuffs be removed? It's cutting into my wrists somethin' fierce."
"That is the PERFECT segway into our first game! Your prize for this game will be everyone will be freed from their shackles."
The angry black gentleman yells.
"We're not hear for fun and games! Let us out of here. I don't consent to being here!"
"Now now, everyone look at your shackles. There is an LCD display that shows how you can get said shackles off. Fulfill the action on there and you'll earn your freedom. Fail to do this and you'll be subject to a Stage 1 penalty. Have fun with it!!"
I glance at my wrist to see a panel light up reading:
***Cum inside a virgin player's ass***
...the fuck?
"What the fuck is this!?"
Similar cries and curses call out from the others. Looks like everyone has similar looks of disgust or disbelief. The voice operating this "game" crackles to life, cutting us off.
"Now now everyone, as I said, you can do your action or invoke a penalty. The game ends in one hour. Any actions must be performed on the stage to count as completed. Oh! I should mention that if none of you perform your actions, well... it's not something you want to have happen. Don't disappoint me!"
...silence. We're left in silence.
"If I could have everyone's attention."
The guy in the hoodie pulls our focus.
"I've checked the doors, but all of them are locked. Whomever this is, they've got us trapped here. I think it might be good of us to introduce ourselves and say what our actions are. We need to understand our situation better."
The shorter man, however, does not agree and talks back to the hoodie guy.
"We don't know if whoever took us knows who they're dealing with. A group or something could go after our families if they know who we are."
"Then codenames. We'll make codenames for ourselves and share our actions. Sound good?"
He airs this question to everyone. No one has anything further to say.
"My name will be... Conga. My action says I have to give someone a head to toe tongue bath. Not something I particularly plan on doing, but needs must. Who'd like to go next?"
The bean pole black man speaks next.
"A nickname I have at work is Java. How does that work? Mine says I have to drink a gallon of piss... I don't know what's going on, but I'm not doing that."
The heavy set guy in the bathrobe goes next.
"Call me Bear, for obvious reasons. I have the instructions to break three fingers. No mention of who's fingers would be on the line, but it's disturbing... I'd rather avoid all of that if possible. Hopefully, no one else's involves pain or harming oneself."
The older man with the dad bod is next in line to introduce themselves.
"False names... Game... Nonsense... ...call me Earl, like the tea. I can't tell you what's on my wrists. Y'all are gonna have to trust me on that."
Trust...
We'll have to extend that honor to one another while we're here. Before anyone can protest, I introduce myself.
"Uh, I'm going to go by Bard. I'm a musician. Uh, mine is... well..."
I show them rather than say it aloud. I can't really put words to how uncomfortable this is.
"I don't think I'll be doing that."
The man in scrubs joins us along with the seemingly concussed younger man.
"Something tells me none of these will be pleasant... I can help provide medical assistance as needed, so just call me Medic. My action says I have to fist someone..."
The punk kid speaks up at that.
"Well, good luck with that! Anyone slut enough to take a fist up the arse? No? Thought not. Call me Zombie. It doesn't matter what my action says cause I'm not doing it."
Another abstaining. That doesn't inspire the most confidence... The bruised young man introduces himself quietly.
"I'll be Shy..."
We wait for more, but it doesn't come until prompted.
"Can you share your action with us?"
Like me, he extends his wrist and shows the group his action.
***Give up your virginity to another player***
Poor kid, he looks like he'd rather melt into the floor and never return.
The boy I awoke with goes next.
"Umm, I'm a Farmer. Or my parents are. So you can call me that. I... don't want to share my action."
The short king introduces themselves last.
"Call me India. I won't share my action either. It's something impossible for me to do anyways."
So that's everyone:
Bard (me) ***Cum inside a virgin player's ass***
Conga ***Give someone a head to toe tongue bath***
Java ***Drink a gallon of piss***
Bear ***Break three fingers***
Medic ***Fist someone***
Shy ***Give up your virginity to another player***
Earl, Zombie, Farmer, and India are not revealing theirs.
Bard: "I think at least someone should do their action. We don't know what a 'penalty' is and it could be dangerous."
Zombie: "Says you! You've gotta get your dick wet, but most of ours aren't nearly as pleasant."
Bear: "6 of us revealed our actions. Who mentioned they didn't mind doing theirs? I recall it was yours Conga?"
Conga: "Give someone a head to toe tongue bath. If one of you doesn't mind me getting real invasive, real quick."
Bear: "Sure, if I'm okay with you. That'd make sure at least one of us was safe from this penalty. I'd like more of us safe from this game until we can get out of here."
Earl: "Speak for yourself. No one here should have to do anything they don't want to. Or can't do."
I glance to Shy to see him staring at me through his brown curls. There's something adorable about seeing him be the blushing virgin. I wouldn't mind unloading a few loads into that shy bubble butt... But to take the kid's anal virginity just to satisfy the conditions of a game some sociopath has arranged doesn't sit right with me. No, I won't. That'd go against everything I believe in.
Conga and Bear walk to the stage. Spotlights come alive and shine on the two. Bear undoes his bathrobe and it falls to the ground to revealing his fur covered body and naked fat cock. Starting at licking at Bear's feet and slowly begins moving up his legs. Despite our situation, it's hot watching this young, confident guy worship the bear's body. Once Conga gets to Bear's erect cock, there's no hesitation as he starts blowing him and lapping at his balls. From there, he spends a few minutes getting around Bear's belly, back, chest, nipples, up and up and up. Once done, there's a clang of Congo's shackles fall off.
That's one of us freed. What about me? Shy looks like they'd be up to getting plowed and it'd fulfill both our actions.
Active -> Fuck Shy's cute little ass.
Passive -> Do not fulfill action
Leave your vote in the comments, Active or Passive. The consequences are in your hands.
