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 women's lingerie that leaves little to the imagination
- Farmer - 5' 3", tan, a teenage wallflower with a masculine thin frame
Bard: "India, you're the culprit, aren't you?"
India: "..."
Bard: "You're freed from your handcuffs - handcuffs in which you didn't share your action."
India: "I wasn't the only one who didn't tell what their handcuffs said."
Bard: "True, but then you got them off. What did you have to do? Whatever it was earned you quite a few points. Care to confess?"
India sighs.
India: "Fine, you got me. I did it."
Earl: "Why!?"
India: "I need money and I put that need ahead of another life. Java was just unfortunate enough to be alone with me. It wasn't personal."
Zombie: "What do we do about him?"
Conga: "Is there anything we need to do? There'd be no reason for him to kill again - there's nothing to be gained."
Earl: "We can't just let him go free! What if he gets told to kill again?"
Bard: "Can you re-use the handcuffs? I'm guessing not, but maybe we could use them or something from the prize room?"
Bear: "India, are you going to kill again if given the chance?"
India: "Not unless I'm getting paid for it."
Bear: "I'm taking this knife. And I'll keep an eye on him. Sound good?"
Zombie: "Bullshit, I'm taking the knife."
Bear rolls his eyes, but hands over the weapon. Static crackles overhead.
"Players, one minute until Round 2 is complete. Unfortunately, one of you has earned zero points."
We all look to Earl who puts on a brave face.
"As such, a punishment must be dealt out."
Bard: "Earl, what was your first challenge - the wrist one!?"
Earl: "..."
Bard: "Earl! I understand you're against this game, but you have to participate. Whatever that punishment is is dangerous."
Earl: "...I can't. I just... can't."
Dammit. If he can't or won't, then I know his other action. With no words, I pivot and fully sucker punch India in the solar plexus, winding the unsuspecting man. Before he can recover, I take him down. I sit on his chest, my shins onto the man's forearms. Next, I take India's legs and lock my arms around the back of his knees. With his ass sticking out behind me, I look to Earl.
Bard: "Hurry! Rape him!"
Earl looks on with a pained grimace. I can see his struggle internally for a few second before he undoes his fly. He pulls India's pants up, exposing his still lubed ass. I'm surprised to see he's fully hard already.
There's a part of him that likes being able to take from the man - a lust he can't deny. Interesting.
Earl holds onto India's ankles and slides easily into India. I thought that'd be enough to fulfill his action, but rhe manacles stay on. With little time left, Earl thrusts in and out with reckless need. The sounds of wet slapping fill the air, Earl frantically fucking into India's rosebud. In and out, India groans, still winded from me laying him out. Have we run out of time? Will Earl be punished?
"Round 2-"
Earl's handcuffs fall off.
"-is now complete. Before Round 3 begins, players will have a chance to visit the Bank Room and cash out any points. An armed clean up team will retrieve the body, please give them space - they have permission to put you down if need be. You have thirty minutes to get your affairs in order."
I release India who stays collapsed on the floor, wincing in pain. I should feel something for helping someone rape another, but I can't. There's no time to reflect. We have to see this new room before Round 3 begins. Several armed and masked people come out of a new room. They ignore us who give them a wide berth. With one last look at Java, they load his corpse onto a gurney and cover him with a sheet before leaving. There's no chance given for us to escape or try anything sadly. The door closes with a heavy duty click.
Bear: "Let's go."
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I find Farmer by chance in the abandoned Challenge Room.
Bard: "Are you okay?"
He turns to me and there's a vacancy behind his eyes. Is he-
A Slave. You are the Master. Slaves exist to make their Master's lives better. Give into your urges. Instruct him.
Bard: "Slave, I own and control you. You will obey me without thinking. You will never say anything unless I say you can. Obeying me makes you feel relaxed and horny. You will not cum without my permission. Repeat my orders - with each statement, you will be locked away."
Farmer: "Master owns and controls me."
Farmer: "I will obey my Master's will and submit myself to him.
Farmer: "I will not say anything unless you tell me.
Farmer: "Obeying my Master makes me feel relaxed and horny."
Farmer: " I cannot cum unless you tell me to."
Bard: "Good boy."
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.........I'm in the Challenge Room with Farmer.
Bard: "What are we doing here?"
Farmer shrugs, face mirroring my confusion.
Bard: "I -"
A pained animalistic scream comes from somewhere. What is this, another murder? Fuck!
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I don't understand why there's a struggle going on. Bear is bent over in pain, clutching their hands together. Medic is tending to Conga whose leg is bending the wrong way. Zombie and India are struggling against a rampaging Earl.
Bard: "What is this!?"
India: "Earl. He broke Conga's leg and attacked Bear. He's gone crazed."
I help the guys restrain Earl. His eyes - it's like looking at a completely different person. Is he blinded by rage? What is this?
Bard: "Earl, what are you doing?"
Almost like a switch, Earl goes lax and his eyes look less vacant.
Earl: "...I... what?"
Zombie: "You crazy shitstain! You started attacking people left and right."
Earl: "......let me up. They need professional care."
We cautiously back off of Earl. He acts normal, walking to the Prize Room and opening the case with "Medical Care" on it.
"A medical care team will enter the amphitheater - please maintain your distance. Players needing medical assistance will be returned to play once they've been cured."
The previous armed group enter, two of them assisting Conga up so he can limp away with Bear and his mangled fingers. How long will they be gone?
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I find Shy in the Bank Room by himself. Maybe he's deep in thought? He turns to me and there's this... fogginess to his expression.
Bard: "Shy? How're you doing?"
Shy: "..."
Shy wordlessly walks to me and drops to his knees, fishing for my fly.
Bard: "Uh..."
I let him undo my zipper. I'm confused, but if I'm about to get blown, I'm not saying no. Sure enough, he fishes my cock out and sucks me off. He gets points for enthusiasm, but he doesn't have any technique.
Yet.
A warm, but odd feeling settles over me.
You are the Master. Master. Master.
I place my hands on his head and pull his lips to the base. His throat jumps and gags, but he doesn't pull away.
Bard: "Breathe through your nose. Relax that throat."
I rock my hips, pumping my dick in and out. He takes deep breaths and struggles less. His eyes are glued to my pubes as he suckles on my cock. Good - this isn't about his pleasure. This is about him making himself useful to my needs. He works my pole, eager to suck down his Master's cum. I instruct him to do the things I like my men to do and he obeys without even blinking. While Shy is busy with his boy's work, Farmer comes in.
Go on, degrade your slave.
Bard: "Slave, come here and blow me too. You will both do your best to make love to my cock. You can stop once you've made me cum. Now get to it."
Having two young, horny boys worship my dick is my right as a Master.
...Master?
Fuck, they're really going at my junk. Shy's tongue rolls over my balls while Farmer licks along my length. I love this, but I need to think.
Enjoy. You're the Master.
Right. I'm the Master.
Command them as you see fit.
I'm... the Master. Right. These two are for me to get my rocks off whenever I want. They do all the work even when I hold and shove their heads against me. Their mouths and holes will be getting a lot more use once we're out of here. Farmer and Shy together are pretty decent cocksuckers. There's nothing like having someone worship your body, working for your pleasure. Knowing they're something to use, to fuck, without worrying about them enjoying themselves. Their needs are less than mine. Cum floods into Shy's mouth. The boy swallows of course - he doesn't have a choice but to keep gulping down my seed. Once I'm done, Shy peels off my crotch and Farmer comes in to lick up whatever he can. Apparently he's determined to get a load of his own. I order him off me and button my pants.
Clarity begins to return to their eyes.
Shy: "Huh? Why did I...?"
Farmer: "..."
Bard: "Good boys."
Shy looks embarrassed but happy. Farmer shudders looking blissed-out.
Bard: "I'll take care of you two. Stick by me and we'll get out of here."
A Master has to care for his charges after all.
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Bear and Conga are returned to us, bandaged and in a splint respectively. I glance at India and Earl. India looks as casual as he always is. Earl looks drained and upset. What is going on with him? He seemed too level-headed to fly off the handle like he did. Before I can wonder where everyone else is, Medic returns.
Medic: "The Challenge Room has changed."
The screens have the numbers 1-5 and a block of text.
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This is the final round of this game.
Players must make a Choice:
Choice A:
5 points - you will be able to exit the game.
Choice B:
5 points - participate in the next game. One point in the new game starts at $5000.
Players who do not select a Choice shall receive a Penalty:
- Penalty: Death
Points may be exchanged if both players agree.
At the end of the round, leftover points will be cashed out at the rate of 1 point : $3000.
Select the number of points you need/want to earn from the screens showing 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5.
Current point total
"India" (6)
"Medic" (5)
"Earl" (5)
"Zombie" (1)
"Farmer" (1)
"Conga" (3)
"Bear" (10)
"Bard" (2)
"Shy" (4)
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The word Death runs my blood cold. I don't think they're playing. Zombie. Farmer. Conga. Bard. Shy. The five of us are in danger.
Bear: "Mind telling me what you're doing?"
I turn and see an ominous sight. Zombie is holding a knife to Bear's throat.
Zombie: "I'm gonna need you to transfer some points to me."
Bear: "Now now, no need for this. Put that knife away - I would have given you the points you need."
Zombie: "I've got no guarantee you'll give your points to me. I'd like you to transfer 5 points to me. That'll leave you the 5 points you'd need to leave or keep playing this game. I don't want to kill you either, but I will. You're life is surely worth more that $15,000, right?"
Bear: "...fine, fine. I agree to transfer 5 points to Zombie."
Zombie: "I accept."
They both project outwards to our captors. The voice overhead never mentioned how we exchange, but this seems to work as the score updates. Zombie now has 6 points and Bear 5.
Shy: "Wait, India!"
Heedless of the rest of us, India selects the number 5 screen. It reads:
- R. Roulette -
- Retrieve the revolver from the Prize Room. Load a bullet, spin the barrel, and pull the trigger while pointing the gun at your own head. You may earn additional points for each additional bullet above one you load into the revolver. -
Earl: "Why would you do that!? You already had enough points to leave this game."
India: "And here I thought I made myself clear when I killed a man for a few thousand dollars - I need money."
Following this proclamation, he walk to the screen showing "Choice B" and presses the button. India's portrait shows on the screen, locking him into more of this "game." Whatever his motivations are, he leaves us with no further words. Likely heading to the Prize Room.
Zombie: "Fool."
Zombie walks to the opposite screen and selects "Choice A" before posting up against a wall, seemingly waiting till he can leave.
Conga: "Well then. Those of us with less tham 5 poings have no real choice but to do a challenge."
Bear: "Now I have to ask myself if it's worth playing this dangerous game further."
Earl silently selects to leave the game as Medic surprisingly selects to play the next game. I've barely spoken to Medic, so I have no idea what their motivation is. The only thing I do know is he looks good in lacy lingerie.
Conga: "Thankfully, we're all at different point totals. I'll take 2, Bard 3, Farmer 4, and Shy 1. That'll get everyone to 5 points."
That's not necessarily the case though. While I could follow Conga's plan, I see an opportunity and select the number 5 screen. Idly, I wonder if India isn't already dead in the other room...
Shy: "Bard! Why?"
Bear: "I need to see what India does and I'll tell you my plan. Before any of you pick a challenge, let me try my gambit. If it works, I'll earn enough points to get us through this round."
Everyone decides to follow me to the Prize Room where we see India, revolver in hand, pointed at his head.
India: "Here for the show?"
Earl: "More like waiting to see the consequences of your actions."
Conga: "How many did you load into that gun?"
India: "2."
Bear: "That's a 1 in 3 chance of blowing your brains out. You sure you want to risk that?"
India: "Already gotten this far - might as well go all the way."
*click*
Conga: "Jesucristo! Give a man a minute before you do something so extreme."
I look to the score that stunt earned India 3 points. Then I'll have to dig even deeper. No guts, no glory. I walk to India and take the revolver and box of ammo. Heart pounding in my ears, I load four bullets into the chamber.
Shy: "Oh my god!"
Farmer: "!!!"
Bear: "That's a 1:3 chance of survival. Are you sure?"
Bard: "I like those odds better than a 1:6 chance."
India: "Ballsy. I like you Bard."
I need to do this. I can't put anyone else at risk, not when we've gotten to the finish line. If I can earn enough points with this, I can get the others to safety without them risking themselves. Calming my breath, I point the loaded gun at my temple. There's almost a wave of vertigo that threatens to bring me to my knees. This could be my death. That terrifies me. My finger on the trigger feels like it weighs a ton.
...
On the count of three, pull the trigger.
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2
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Active -> Pull the trigger. The result of the roulette will be determined by chance. Bard's probability of dying becomes 66%.
Passive -> Don't pull the trigger. 0% probability of death
Leave your vote in the comments, Active or Passive. The consequences are in your hands.
