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
- 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
*click*
Bard: "Phew."
Shy: "You could have been killed!"
Bard: "But I'm not. Luckily."
I look at the scoreboard and see I've jumped up a whole 10 points!
"India" (4)
"Medic" (0)
"Earl" (0)
"Zombie" (1)
"Farmer" (1)
"Conga" (3)
"Bear" (5)
"Bard" (12)
"Shy" (4)
The armed guards come into the Prize Room and reclaim mine and India's guns before slinking back out. Let's not waste any more time.
Bard: "I have a proposal. I will transfer points to you in exchange for one thing: you have to select Choice B and participate in the next game with me."
Conga: "I don't know about that. We can't guarantee anyone's safety in the next game."
Bard: "I'm not totally altruistic. There is money to be made here - additionally, if you accept my points, you need to pick a challenge. You don't have to complete it if it's dangerous like the roulette, but if you can earn more points, you'll transfer those to me before the round ends."
Bear: "That's kind of an unfair ask. You're telling them to choose-"
Bard: "It's either certain death at not having enough points, having to take an unknown challenge to survive, or taking a chance on my terms. Everyone is free to pick for themselves."
Almost everyone.
Bard: "Farmer, I'd like to transfer 4 points to you. Accept them."
Farmer: "Yes sir. I accept."
Bard: "Select Option B."
Farmer: "Yes sir."
Beholden to my demands, Farmer selects Option B. I select it soon after him.
Bard: "Shy. What will it be?"
The kid looks nervous, options and thoughts flying behind his eyes.
Bard: "Farmer, go pick the 4 point challenge. Let's see what the options are."
Conga: "Why are you just listening to him kid?"
Farmer: "I accepted Bard's terms. I might as well see what I can do to earn him the points he spent on me back."
- Whipping Boy -
- Take 30 strikes from a whip -
Bard: "I'm know it'll hurt, but I think you can survive a whipping. I think we can make it enjoyable even."
Farmer: "I can do that if you want to whip me."
Shy: "Are you sure? That sounds scary."
Farmer: "I'm tougher than I look. I'll be fine."
Shy seems extra concerned for Farmer. Maybe the boy can't separate sex and feelings.
Conga: "I'd like to get out of here, so I'm just going to try for the 2 point challenge."
- Guinea Pig -
- Test a new drug. Side effects unknown. Retrieve from Prize Room. -
Conga: "...I've taken random pills from seedier places. Might as well. Shy, what'll you do?"
Bard: "Shy, I will transfer 1 point to you. Do you accept my terms?"
Shy: "......I'm scared."
Bard: "Whatever gets thrown at us, we can handle. I'll protect you."
Shy steels himself before saying he accepts the point I give him.
Bard: "Go enter the next game."
He's very obedient. Good.
Bard: "Now, why don't you see what that 3 point challenge is. It could be something fun we could do together~"
A red blush comes over his face. I'm sure if I checked, he'd be sporting wood.
- Human Urinal -
- Let another man pee into your anus -
Bear: "Yeesh. That more gross than dangerous."
Bard: "You can handle that much, can't you?"
I lean closer and whisper so just Shy can hear.
Bard: "You know you want my fat cock inside you~"
Red as a tomato that boy. He nods his head and I give him a kiss of the tip of his crimson ear.
Bard: "How about we go get some privacy? I'll have Farmer suck you off while I ram you from behind."
Turning to address the rest of the group, I see Conga step out. Likely going to test something he should hope isn't poison.
Bard: "Farmer. Come with me and Shy. We're going to take care of your challenges. We'll use the Prize Room."
Taking Shy with an arm around Shy's shoulders possessively, guiding him past the others. We're about to escape from here. Might as well earn a couple thousand dollars on the way out.
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We pass by Conga who is getting an injection in the arm from one of the masked medical people. No matter, moving onto the Prize Room, there's a locker with a whip provided for Farmer's task. It's not like the BDSM whips from sex shops that minimize bloodshed. This is the kind of whip that can actually hurt someone. Can I really do this to him?
That's right. That's what a Master does. I'll deliver blow upon blow on him and he'll have no choice but to take it, to bled, to be bent to my will. I'll show him how below me a Slave is.
We've got to set up the right kind of ambiance for this. I have the boy strip down to nothing, leaving his tender flesh exposed. Using ropes, I tie his arms up in the air.
Bard: "Farmer, with each hit of the whip, you're going to count. With each whip, you're going to be more and more turned on. Once you've counted 30 whips, you can cum to show me how much you enjoyed taking my lashes. Understood?"
Farmer: "Yes sir."
Shy: "Are you really sure you want to do this?"
Farmer: "I'm sure, it's what Mas- Bard wants."
Bard: "Step away Shy. Don't want your cute butt getting hurt. I've got plans for it later."
I give a few cracks of the whip to test it out. Without warning, I strike Farmer's back.
Farmer: "Ugh, one!"
I see Shy wince as a red streak is visible from his shoulder to hip.
Bard: "Go suck him off if you're worried. He'll enjoy his Master hitting him if he's in the throws of ecstasy. Go on now."
There's something about knowing Shy will bring Farmer more pleasure. And that Farmer can't cum until I allow him. Shy doesn't know he'll help throw Farmer into more pleasure that he can't release. I imagine it'll be like cumming continously without him getting to come down - he'll have to thank me for the pleasure he's going to experience.
*CRACK*
Farmer: "Two!!"
*CRACK*
Farmer: "Three!!"
Shy starts slobbering on Farmer's rigid cock as the marks begin to pile up on Farmer. He doesn't lose count of the lashes either, not that he can. The first bloom of blood begins to trickle down his back halfway through the whippings, but I don't relent. Even when his grunts turned pained as the sting of the whip grows sharper, I continue until Farmer counts out.
*CRACK*
Farmer: "Twenty...nine!!"
Bard: "Last one. I want you to cum miserably. Ready, and-"
*CRACK*
Farmer: "Thirty!!!!"
A glob of spunk drips down Shy's chin as Farmer shudders his release into the boy's mouth.
Bard: "Swallow his whole load. Don't let anymore slip out."
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I leave Shy to tend to Farmer's wounds.
Bard: "He doesn't need clothes anymore, use his clothing as bandages."
Shy: "O-okay."
Bard: "Don't take long either. Strip off your clothes once you've handled Farmer. Slave, once you're bandaged, start sucking off Shy and get his ass ready for my dick."
Farmer: "Yes Master."
Shy: "But he needs to rest."
Bard: "He's fine, aren't you boy?"
Farmer: "I'm fine."
Bard: "Good. Oh, also transfer the 4 points you made to me."
Farmer: "Yes Master."
It should take the boys a little to get Shy ready for his fucking, so I check the scores.
"India" (4)
"Medic" (0)
"Earl" (0)
"Zombie" (1)
"Farmer" (0)
"Conga" (5)
"Bear" (5)
"Bard" (6)
"Shy" (0)
Choice A: Leave the game
- Earl, Zombie
Choice B: Play the next game
- India, Medic, Farmer, Bard, Shy
Undecided
- Conga, Bear
$6000. I'm about to make even more than $6000. The points in the next game are worth even more. This will be a chance to turn my life around. But before I can earn even more points, one of the most strangled, pained screams I've ever heard rings out.
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The first thing that went wrong was the scream. It was loud and concerning, but it was something that could explained in this game we're trapped in. But the second omen sends an active chill down my spine - the air is thick with a coppery, acrid scent of blood. A lot of blood. In the hallway leading to the amphitheater, Zombie is crawling on the floor. Before I can ask him what's happening, I'm stunned to see his legs are missing below the knee, a trail of blood behind him from the missing stumps.
Shy: "Oh my god."
Shy goes to him, but there's nothing we can do. His pale, deathly so, likely from blood loss. Further ahead, there are sounds of a struggle.
Shy: "What happened!?"
Zombie: "I don't... want to die..."
And those are his last words. Zombie goes limp and stops breathing.
Shy: "He's... he's..."
Shy closes Zombie's eyes for the last time. But this game doesn't stop for anything. Voices are barely audible from the nearby room. I reach into Zombie's clothes and take the knife he had, brandishing it as a weapon.
Bard: "We need to keep going. Come on."
Shy and the naked and wrapped Farmer follow behind me. But I never could have known when I woke up here how far this game could go. I imagined another body in a bloody mess when I turned the corner, another death for some reason or another. Instead, I saw a scene that my brain refused to make sense of. A devil. Cherry red skin, horns, blood covered. An actual goddamn devil is here fighting with Earl who is armed with a chair. The devil swipes at Earl who takes the cuts and delivers back blows to the devil. There is a cast around the devil's leg. Conga... I'm looking at a demonic Conga.
Bear: "Psst. Get over here!"
Hiding behind the seats is Bear. Me, Shy, and the nude Farmer all duck behind cover.
Bard: "What has happened?"
Bear: "One minute, Conga was normal and then the next he suddenly started acting hurt. He started turning so red, I though he was running a fever, but then the horns - they just pierced through the skin of his head. And he just raged out and got his hands on Zombie. Before I knew what was happening, he broke Zombie's legs and then... ripped them off like he was pulling taffy. And then Earl lost it again, ripped a seat out of the ground, and has been going toe to toe with him."
Shy: "What do we do!? What if he comes at us!?"
Bard: "How is this even possible? Was it the drug Conga took?"
Earl swings the chair at Conga's already broken leg and lands a sickening crunch, causing Conga to topple over. Without thinking, I call out to Earl and throw the knife I got off Zombie. Earl picks it from off the ground, rage burning in his eyes, intention clear. But none of us noticed Conga on the ground recover from the pain of his injury. While Earl was leaning down to take the weapon I provided, Conga closed the distance to Earl staying low to the ground. So when Earl stood back up, Conga was able to use his newly serrated teeth to pierce the soft muscle behind Earl's knee. In horrific detail, the sight of Conga ripping Earl's leg off like a hound out of hell. Earl's screams and blood were all I could hear, all I could smell, taste. And once Earl fell down, Conga silenced him forever as he tore into Earl's neck.
"Attention players, one minute until Round 3 is completed."
Bear wordlessly runs for the door. Conga doesn't notice, still focused on tearing into Earl's corpse.
Bard: "Boys, let's go."
I push them into action and together we run to the hallway. I turn to see Conga looking at me. He's hobbled, but he still takes a step towards us. Then another. Shit.
Bear runs into the Challenge Room and selects the button under the Choice B screen. Medic is bandaging up India's arm in the corner.
Shy: "Should we get a weapon from the Prize Room? Defend ourselves?"
Bard: "It's no good - Conga's behind us."
With our collective backs against the wall, none of us armed, Conga limps in, gouts of steam leaking from the corners of his mouth. He hunches down and leaps at us like he took off from a springboard. That's when India shoves Medic into Conga. Medic goes down in a pile of screams. We scatter now that Conga is distracted.
"Round 3 has now completed. It looks like not all of you made it to the end of this game! The player who has not selected a choice will now receive a Penalty."
The doors fly open and the armed masked people flood the room. The sounds of guns firing is like firecrackers. Conga is shot several times, body recoiling from the shrapnel piercing him. Only once the body is on the ground and the last death knell twitches escape his body do they stop shooting.
"Players, thank you for participating in this game. You will now be freed from the game arena! In one week's time, you will receive your invitation to the next game. Until then, accommodations will be made to send you home. Have a great tragedy!"
The armed forces stand aside as the exit is left open. The five of us make our way towards the exit which proves to be another hallway. Five of us. There were 10 people at the beginning. Half of us survived. This game doesn't care about the sanctity of life. There's no assurance that I've made the right choices until now. We're lead outside finally where there are 5 cars with drivers. We're handed a bag with our personal belongings. A set of clothes is brought to Farmer. I nod and allow him to get dressed - fun as it'd be to have him naked in public, now's not the time.
Bear: "Dooooo we want to talk about what happened here?"
Shy: "How? How did... that happen to Conga?"
Bear: "I'm not sure, but it feels like we got to look behind a veil. I'm hoping to see something more into how they pulled off that transformation."
India: "Well, this has been an experience."
Bear: "Before you leave, I'd-"
India ignores Bear and gets into a car that pulls away. Bear gets out his cell phone and hands it to me.
Bear: "I'd like us to meet up before the next game. Before you leave, can I get your numbers?"
We all exchange numbers and plan to meet up later. Bear leaves in another car, leaving me, Farmer, and Shy alone.
Bard: "Farmer, come with me. I've got a few plans for you later."
Farmer nods and stands next to me.
Shy: "Can... I come?"
In a surprisingly assertive jump, Shy clings onto my arm and looks up at me with an open vulnerability.
Bard: "You want to come with me?"
Shy nods his head.
Shy: "Please?"
...I planned on putting Farmer to work, see how I can further his slave training. Of course, taking Shy along means I can see how far the boy's subservience goes. But if Shy is around, he might not like seeing his new fuck friend being degraded.
[ ACTIVE ]
That's right. I'm the Master. And this is a chance to train both my slaves.
[ ACTIVE ]
Farmer already has no choice but to follow my orders - I'll have to see about giving him a chance to speak his mind, see if his ego is still alert behind his eyes. Shy is the kind of sub that can be malleable to my will. With enough of the right training, he'll be under my complete control.
[ ACTIVE ]
I'll use an active pickup spot to get them out there as wares to be pimped out. Between the boys earning money and the possible bankroll from the second game, I'll be able to live comfortably like a Master should.
[ ACTIVE ]
I'll need to make sure they're cut off from their former lives completely so they'll be all mine. All mine! I'll wake up to blowjobs and cock rides, doggy style and missionary every night. Any time, anywhere! Then I'll find more boys to train. I'll live in a harem of men I have full control of! I wrap my arms around both my charges and together we climb into the same car. Shy, riding the high of surviving this game, begins to suck my cock.
Bard: "Eager boy, huh?"
I reach over and grab at Farmer's flaccid cock.
Bard: "Slave, every time I am being serviced or you are servicing a man, you will be erect."
As told, his dick comes erect. He's actually got a girthy cock. I want to have a show while Shy puts my dick at the back of his throat.
Bard: "Slave, whip out your junk and jerk off. When I tell you to, you will cum. Remember, you can only cum when I tell you to."
I watch Farmer to jerk off so I can have a fun show to watch. His dick is easily 9 inches despite his fine frame. Shy balks and chokes a moment before bobbing his head. The warmth of his throat flexing around me feels amazing. I turn back to Farmer.
Bard: "Look at your big clit."
I rub a bead of precum on his slit while he robotically jerks.
Bard: "This is just your fat clit from now on. You won't be using it as a dick ever again."
He keeps masturbating while leaking. My dick feels like it's melting inside Shy. The driver stays focused on the road, but I swear I can see an erection in his pants.
Bard: "Cum slave. Shoot your load over Shy."
He obediently turns and shoots load after load of spunk onto Shy's focused face.
Bard: "Keep jerking off."
I grab the sides of Shy's face and fuck his throat mercilessly. The boy's cum covered face looks completely enraptured as I use him.
Bard: "Good, keep breathing."
It's a long few minutes as I piston away into Shy's mouth. Eventually, I stop and let him resume sucking me off at his own pace. I look over at Farmer who's face is pinched in agony. I glance down to see a whole flood of precum (postcum?) dripping down his hand and onto the car seat.
Bard: "Do you want to cum?"
Farmer: "Please Master! My cock aches."
Bard: "Your what aches?"
Farmer: "My fat clit aches Master!"
Bard: "Cum on yourself boy."
Semen shoots across Farmer's chest and stomach. He groans in agony, orgasm so pent up he can't enjoy it's release, only feel the aches and strain in his balls. I love watching someone orgasm, it's enough to set off my own need. Faster than before, I fuck his mouth, jackhammering spunk into his gullet. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I've had all day goes on and on. I come alert after whiting out until my muscles fall lax. Shy's face is held the deepest in his throat I can be. There are still tremors as my dick twitches and then stills. Shy looks absolutely ravished, eyes glazed and still coming down from their own high. Farmer, never having gotten to okay to stop, still jerks off.
Bard: "That's enough, let go of your dick. Clean up the mess you made on yourself and Shy."
The streets start to become familiar. I check my phone. I don't see any messages from people I care about, just a few Grindr and Bumble notifications. Then it occurs to me I was given an envelope along with the return of my stuff.
- Your remaining points have been cashed into your bank account -
I check and somehow, there's $6000 in my bank account. And the next game starts at a higher point value of $5000! I'll be able to fully quit my job!!! I'll need to make sure the boys earn their keep as well - that'll be three chances at points! I'll soon have enough, I can fuck someone on a pile of money! Actually, money's disgusting, don't think I'll try to make that one a reality.
Bard: "Alright boys, there's a few things we need to establish. Starting with our names I suppose."
No reason to hide those after all.
Farmer: "My name is Mark."
Shy: "I'm Shiloh. But you can call me Shy if you want... I've always kind of wanted a nickname."
Bard: "And I'm Travis. Boys, we're about to have some fun~"
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That night was a test of endurance. I'd be fucking one boy hole then the other. I awaken with both boys on either side of me, their asses dried with cum. I nudge Mark awake.
Travis: "Mark, blowjob."
He gets up and starts cleaning me off.
Travis: "In fact, anytime you get fucked by someone, you're to clean them off just like this. With each load, you'll have more cock to work."
I turn to Shy and begin to make out with him as he awakens. His morning wood rubs against my leg adorably. I push Farmer off me and roll Shy onto his other side so my cock can line up with his hole.
Travis: "You want this cock?"
Shy: "Yes!"
Travis: "Beg for it, slut."
Shy: "Please Travis!"
I slap his ass, causing him to yip and jump.
Travis: "That's Master Travis."
Shy: "Please Master Travis!"
Looks like I loosened him up quite a but. My penis slides into him up to the hilt easily. We spend little while fucking before load the boy up with spunk, flop over, and get cleaned up by Mark. This is the life.
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I call the restaurant and quit my crappy server job. I pay off my bills and rent. I go buy myself the things I want. I've got nothing to distract myself from living out the next week on my terms. I set Shy up at a glory hole for a day so he can better his oral blowjob skills. I set up a camera in the stall so I can watch him later, maybe figure out how to monetize it. Mostly though, I want to get Farmer alone. I currently have him massaging my back.
Travis: "Keep working on my back, but answer my questions. You can think and talk for yourself."
Mark: "Please Master Travis! I want to go home! My family will be worried about me. I don't want to be your slave, I don't even understand why I have to listen to you. Please let me go home!"
Travis: "No. I've got you under my control. You can forget about returning to your former life. Tell me how much you like me taking over your life."
Mark: "I love that you've taken control of my life!"
Travis: "Now be quiet and fuck yourself on my dick."
Tears in his eyes, he begins impaling himself on me. I don't even want to get off, just demonstrating a point. After ten minutes, I shove Mark off and have him kneel on the ground ass up. His welts from the whipping are still raised, but I left his ass unmarred.
Travis: "Count them!"
I start belting his ass as he counts aloud. It's hilarious that he still sobs, the pain of being whipped and he stayed dry, but tear away his life and redden his ass with a belt and he cries pathetically. It occurs to me I should give him slave training. I'll chain him up in a closet naked with a dildo machine pumping into his ass. I wonder what kind of face he'll have after being closed in for a few hours without being allowed to cum...
The consequences were in your hands. Bard (Travis) has been changed as a result. For now, you've done as requested. You've earned a reward. The next game is in one week. During that seven days, you can see a shift in perspective.
Active -> Shy (Shiloh)
Passive -> Farmer (Mark)
Leave your vote in the comments, Active or Passive.
