Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 14:04:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the torture games part 2

Reminders

Team red: Igor (36) bodybuilder, bi; Nathan (20) fitness model, straight

Team blue: Sven (16) teen model, straight; Kang (17) teen bodybuilder,
bicurious

Modifications: Nipple chain with hour glass. Tongue, dick, balls, nipples
enlarged. Ball stretcher.


CHAPTER TWO

The moment we were all in front of one gate each, the wings opened to let
us in. I wasted no time and rushed through. Behind me, the entrance was
closed off.

The mock cathedral theme continued in this part of the cave. Flames and
small lava puddles were the light sources. The room was the size of a
generous living room. From the ceiling hung the spikes that showed demons
watching me.

On the opposite side was a black iron door with no lock or handle. The only
features of the room were a square frame on the floor and a pile of a dozen
red bricks.

Aware that I didn't have all the time in the world, I looked at the things
at my disposal. The bricks had a pattern on them, each a slightly different
one. They might just fit into the square. Looking closely it was possible
they could be arranged to match.

I tried to grab one and my hand went right through. They were phantom
bricks. How was I supposed to move them? Perhaps I wasn't. What if I had to
find the one that I could touch?

With a dozen options it shouldn't be that hard to do.

I tried to walk through the pile and my legs passed through as
expected. But then my balls got stuck on something. I looked down as saw
that the metal snake wrapped around my sack could touch the bricks. What's
more, they stuck together like magnets.

With no other way to move the stones, I tried to pull one out via ball
stretcher. As it turned out the bricks had roughly the weight of car
batteries. As soon as the brick came loose I yelled at the pain and dropped
to the ground, pulled along by my balls.

The stone hit the floor and I wasn't getting torn to pieces anymore. But
now I had to move the damn thing.

Nothing I did could spare me the task of dragging twelve stones one by one
into the square. With each one my balls ached more, but they wouldn't go
numb. After three bricks I realized the pattern. Of course it would be a
pentagram. I reconnected the stretcher to the stone and dragged the bricks
into the right position.

Then I went back to the pile and got the next batch. The only way to move
without lifting the bricks was to kneel on the ground, practically sitting
on the brick, and move inch by inch without raising my legs. Thankfully the
sweat greased my path on the smooth stone.

At the tenth brick I screamed along with every step. I made bigger steps
now, almost lifting the stone off the ground. I was used to the pain and
all I wanted was to be done.

The pentagram was coming along nicely. Since the bricks had to be perfectly
matched to fit into the frame, I had to repeatedly reconnect to each one
and pull it into the exact position it needed to go.

Finally, the last brick was in its spot and I stood up a final time. Was I
done?

The pentagram glowed. The iron gate opened with loud creaking. I screamed
with joy and hurried to the next room. In my hour glass I still had the
majority of my sand left.

As I stepped into darkness, the ground below me vanished and I fell on my
ass. My fall was softened by a slimy substance as I slid down a long
slide. I came out in the next chamber, covered in grease. It didn't smell
like anything in particular so I didn't pay it any mind. Likely it was just
there to make me slide.

Room number two looked much like the first one. Cave walls, watching demons
and a new iron gate. This gate had a lock. And there was a key, just lying
on the ground, golden and shimmering. Why was this so easy? Had the guy who
picked this room already left it in a solved state?

I walked up to the key, carefully testing the floor for hidden
slides. After my fall just now, I was weary of finding another trap door.

When I bent down to touch the key, it came to life. Wings grew from its
sides and it leapt into the air. I managed to grab it, but my sweaty,
greasy fingers let it slip.

I cursed and jumped after it. The key was quick. But not impossibly so.

Dashing around the room I was sweating more heavily than before, which I
hadn't known as possible. My drool and pre cum were flung everywhere as I
jumped into the air and ran from corner to corner.

As a fitness model I did a lot of cardio but it only took a minute under
the current conditions until I was out of breath. The key didn't get tired.

With the nipple chain rattling along, I pursued the evil thing around the
room. Now it was simply flying rounds with me always right behind it. I
thought it might be mocking me. I was getting slower. There was no way for
me to catch it if I was too exhausted to keep up the speed.

I acted as cunning as I could, faking and dodging to make the key take a
wrong turn and right into my hands. At one point it came almost close
enough to grab. I tried to jump forward but slipped. Was it a puddle of
sweat, drool or precum? Who knows?

I half fell half stumbled and landed right on the key. It slipped from my
fingers again but got caught in my nipple chain.

By now the pain cause by the biting dragon heads was fiercely burning but
as the panicked key tore on the chains it intensified hugely.

A screamed and fiddled with the chain. My hands were shacking. I was in too
much pain at once and the stupid thing flapped its wings in my
face. Regardless, I managed to hold onto it as I freed it. As I rushed to
the door, it struggled in my grip, but I made it across the room and
slammed the living object into the lock.

The portal opened. I collapsed and crawled through into the
darkness. Another slide brought me further down.

The first thing I saw was Sven, the slender, blond teen. If we had entered
on the same level, how could he be two level down? The architecture of the
place we were in made no sense.

The door was on the other side of the room but this one was a long
corridor. About a football field's length.

Sven was almost at the end.

As I stood up to gain an orientation something snapped to my ankle. I
looked down to see metal cuffs on each leg, each connected to a red stone
ball the size of my head. Sven was wearing a pair as well.

I tried to take a step and found the red stone even heavier than in the
first room. No wonder Sven was still here – he was probably not even
half my weight.

Again I couldn't touch the stone. My hands passed through it. Only the
ankle chain let me move the thing. I pulled along, inch by inch.

With nothing better to do, I checked my hour glass. Still about two thirds
left. If I kept up my current pace I estimated I would have half my sand
left for the final room. Luckily the challenges weren't getting harder but
just different.

Looking up, after wiping the sweat from my eyes, I could take a closer look
at my audience. Even though it was hard to tell with no clear comparison it
seemed to me that the demons were a lot bigger than humans. They existed in
a striking diversity. Some had two arms, some four or six. The number of
horns varied widely as well. A few even had a third eye on their forehead.

A sound interrupted my observations. Sven had reached the other side and
the door opened for him. His ankle chains vanished and he walked into the
darkness. I saw him slip and heard his yelling. Had he not encountered the
slides yet? Then this was his first room. The weight was simply too much
for him, I suspected. I wondered if he would make it out with any sand
left.

When I arrived at the end, I felt like falling to the ground and never
getting up again. My legs hadn't gotten a workout like that in... well,
never. And I prided myself on calling leg day my favorite.

The chains vanished and it seemed as if I was flying. I felt so light it
wouldn't have surprised me if I had hovered up to the stalactites. But I
hadn't kept up my speed and had less than half my sand left.

Bravely, I stepped forwards and made it down the slide.

My last room was the brightest. Lava filled the space between me and the
final door. It was only a distance of five jumps or so, but obviously I
couldn't bounce off of lava.

On my side was a huge pile of bags. They were made from black leather with
red runes covering them and they had no opening. I touched one and sighed
in relieve when my hand actually touched it. No more phantom weights. They
seemed to contain sand and were heavy, but just light enough for me to lift
at all.

Was I supposed to build a bridge? Could the bags survive the lava?

Straining my eyes, and wiping sweat off my face, I saw a contraption on the
other side. Something leading up to the door. With the dry air moving in
the heat I couldn't see it clearly. But there was a big platform in front
of the portal and as I kept staring it looked more and more like there was
a target painted on it.

The bags were weights to set off the mechanism on the other side, I
reasoned.

I pulled one out and – shouting – I threw it across. It landed in
lava a few steps short of the target. The bag went up in flames and burst
open. Whatever its content, it sank into the molten rock.

The next one went even less far. I had to use more momentum. The third bag
I held tight and spun around with me. After a full rotation I let go and it
sailed across the hot lake. It landed on the other side but slammed into
the left wall. I couldn't aim well while spinning.

I tried again, my arms and shoulders fairly strained by now. This one
landed correctly.

With a clicking noise the target platform sank into the ground a bit and
something happened on the ceiling.

A ladder descended on my side, leading up to the first of numerous grips
that suddenly hung between the spiky two-way screens.

With a sigh, and a look at my hour glass, I climbed the ladder. The grips
were rough, which would let me hold on despite the sweat. I grabbed the
first one and swung myself off the ladder. Like monkey bar climbing, I made
my way across the lava. The heat trapped under the ceiling made it nearly
impossible to keep my eyes open and my drool overproduction couldn't stop
my mouth from drying out this time.

My arms were screaming for mercy but I went further, my weight hanging from
the bars. I wondered how much additional weight my enlarged dick caused. It
was probably not much but I hated every cell in my body I could have lived
without.

As I reached the other side, I caught a view of myself in a particularly
reflective screen. Of course I was a pitiful mess, with my short hair slick
with sweat and my obscene nipple chain and... well, everything. But I was
also a lot sexier than ever before. Perhaps it as the heat but my body fat
had to be as low as it could get. What a difference a few percent points
could make.

On that rather positive note I dropped down on the other side and the iron
door opened up for me. I swung myself down the slide and half expected to
end up in a fifth room, having to do tasks until I died of exhaustion.

Fortunately the game master's disembodies voice had spoked the truth.

I landed in a small chamber I could describe as a waiting room. Everything
in it, even the walls, were made from ugly green marble-like stone. There
was furniture – or rather a perverse mockery of furniture. A chair with
spikes, vases holding thick, thorny, dead bushes, a bookshelf and burning
torches shapes like wall lamps.

The hourglass vanished. I was free for a very specific definition of
free. The constantly shifting nipple clips and the ball stretched staid
on. As I soiled my surrounding with drops of drool and pre-cum I decided to
have a look at the books present.

They were all uniformly black and bound in leather. I dropped to the floor,
unwilling to stand any longer and pulled one from the bottom row.

The text was in runes I couldn't decipher – apparently
handwritten. There were paintings showing human men in various position of
sexual intercourse or torment. Usually both.

That was nothing I wanted to know more about. I laid down on the warm stone
floor and drifted off to sleep faster than I expected.

I can't say how long it took but I didn't feel rested at all when the door
opened and the announcer spoke. "All players made it through the
challenges. I will announce the results once they're gathered."