Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 09:50:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: the torture games part 5 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. Tongue, dick, balls, nipples enlarged. Ball stretcher with red crystal weight. Spiky wrist and ankle weights. Neck chains with red crystal. Tongues tied to each other. CHAPTER FIVE The room was small and dim. We hobbled inside with our tongues still in each other's mouths and the door closed behind us. As far as I could tell, the room was featureless. The door on the other side had no opening mechanism. We stood around, breathing in each other's faces. "Before the last room we will see how in sync the team members are." The last room! We were almost done with this horrible game. Igor was similarly excited and we stared into each other's wide eyes. "Once all players have arrived the teams must pick one set of positions each and the game can begin. In this one, every team must follow a common rhythm but it can't be the same as the other team. Only two players coordinate, not four." Again, I didn't really understand what the game master meant but these things usually became clear quickly. The door behind us swung open and the blue team entered with their tongues entwined. The boys were just as whipped and paddled as we were. All our mouths disconnected as the studs vanished. The four of us sighed collectively. Now what were we supposed to do exactly? A set of footprints appeared on the ground, glowing in an ominous green. Then another. They were facing each other and who ever had made them had stood with his feet a good distance apart. Two more sets facing each other appeared further back in the room. Those had to be the "positions". The two teens walked up to the first set and Sven stepped into the footprints on his side. He had to stand with his feet far apart to fit. As soon as Kang entered the ones facing Sven, the prints changed to blue. Igor and I took the hint and assumed position in the next set which turned red. So far, so simple. A felt a sensation as if I had stepped into goo. Looking down I didn't see anything unusual but I noticed that my feet were fixed to the ground. I could not step out of the footprints. "Remember what our players have to do. One rhythm per team. The one completing first will be rewarded." From the ground between my feet rose a pole. I recognized what was at the top – one of the disembodied dicks. It looked threatening. Thick, black, throbbing, oozing. The other three got their own dicks. The pole didn't rise far. I'd have to squat down just to reach the tip with my ass. "Maybe I need to tell the players what awaits those who refuse." From the stone by the entrance door rose a plate with hundreds of needles and sank back into the cave floor. Well, that was as good a motivation as any. I lowered myself until my knees were strained and my hole touched the dick's lubricated tip. I couldn't get it in me just sitting on it. If anything I'd have to use force. I tried to grab the slippery thing and lined it up with my hole but the resistance was too great. I knew I had to relax, but I couldn't. For one thing I was in a stress position that put my body under tension, but also, I had to take a dick up my ass which I had not expected would happen unless someone held a gun to my head and maybe not even then. Igor cried out with a primeval shout that made my ears tremble as he sank down on the dick. He quivered. During all the exhaustion and pain I hadn't see him tremble once. That dick was really tearing him open. I felt a lot less motivated. Maybe I didn't have to take it in. If my ass crack was enough to massage the thing I could- Igor leaned forward and grabbed my balls in one big hand. My enlarged genitals were too big for his huge grasp but he got enough to cause me pain. With his other hand he grabbed the demon dick under me to keep it steady. Then he pulled me down by the balls. I had no choice but to squat lower or have my sack ripped off. I shouted curses and incoherent insults at the world but with my mouth hanging uncontrollably open and my tongue too big it didn't sound like words at all. How far down was he going to force me? How long was the dick? It felt as if the invasive object was already in my stomach. And it slid further and further. Rationally I knew it was a regular sized dick, perhaps a bit on the big side, but it felt like a baseball bat. Finally the Russian let go, more because he slipped off my sweaty balls than out of mercy. He leaned back into position and sank down on his fuck stick. I looked over to the boys who were not only sitting on theirs but already working it. In a slow rhythm of about one up or down move per second they rode. Sven and Kang held hands with arms stretched forwards in proper squatting position to make sure they had the exact same pace. As the stretching pain in my ass subsided a little, Igor grunted at me. He looked threatening, clearly willing to use force again if I didn't comply. I guess he didn't like losing. Since the boys went at a slow pace and we needed a different rhythm according to the rules, Igor chose a fast fuck. He rose up and down in a way that would probably have made him hop off the ground if our feet weren't glued down. He was as quick as if he tried to turn it into a cardio exercise. I had no choice but to comply, with no way of communicating my discomfort. Together we took on the super-charged quick-fuck that I hoped would get the dicks off soon. The feeling of riding dick was unlike anything I had ever felt. Sex was never this intense. Having my insides rubbed vigorously made the experience incomparable. A dull throbbing along my insides. Team blue saw what we were doing and accelerated their fucking. They were not allowed to choose the same pace, so they stayed slower than us but our rapid, breathy grunts echoed from the empty walls. I was worried of changing the pace and receiving Igor's wrath so I stayed focused. But from the corners of my eyes I kept looking at the demons that watched us. Their spiky, leathery, robe-like clothing seemed totally impractical. It was weird to think about in my situation but I needed a distraction from the sensation in my ass. Without warning, the dick in my ass exploded and I was pushed off it by the force of cum that came in gallons. I got caked from below, gob after gob spraying onto me. The white stuff was sticky and hot. I looked like several bottles of sweet cream had detonated under me. Igor went through the same process. The boys had to keep riding. I shivered at the emptiness in my guts. So that was how riding a dick felt. Demonic cum dripped from my behind and onto the retracting dick. I was full of cum. That was even more gross than having gotten butt fucked. Now that I thought about it, it was weird that I didn't feel any hunger. Or that I hadn't yet died of dehydration. I wondered if the magic that kept me from getting thirsty also kept me from dying in general. Surely no human could hop over an actual underground lava stream. When my breath had calmed down the dicks inside the team blue members exploded, too, and sprayed their cum into and onto the boys. Our feet detached and the door opened. All of us rushed through into the next room. It was quite lengthy, too. I was starting to hate corridors. This one was full of piss, going by the smell and the color. I wasn't sure if that was a step up from lava or a step down. It was bubbling as if at boiling point. The door closed behind us and the one on the opposite side of the "pool" opened. If we could make it through we'd be back in the big cavern – the hub area of the torture games, it seemed. Igor strode forward and held his toes into the piss. Apparently it wasn't boiling because he dropped in and swam. We others followed him. The piss was so hot that it made me sweat more instead of less. While it couldn't exactly count as a bath it cleaned me from the cum and other stuff I had all over me by now. In addition it was wonderful to have the nipple clips and ball stretcher in the piss-water where their weight wasn't so noticeable. As we were halfway across the pool I felt a resistance. The piss moved against us and made us slower. Of course it couldn't be easy. It took us much longer to get to the other side than I should have. Oddly, Sven was the first one arriving. The small athlete was quite agile. Igor with his huge arms and massive weight made it to the shore with big strokes. Kang and I arrived at the same time. We were out of the pool and done with the "team building exercise" part of the games. I wondered if this was it. We had individual tasks, a collective task in the pit and team matches. What else could there be? Runes glowed along the screens the moment we made it to the center of the cathedral. "Here are our results. Validate your tokens now. After this commercial break we'll open the betting station again. Team red finished the sync-fuck first and may therefor move freely during that time." Sven and Kang were forced into the old waiting position with their knees far apart, their wrists up and their balls pulled far down. Igor and I were unaffected. The big guy made a sound that could have been a "sorry". He had been rough with me when he forced me to fuck my ass, but we had won after all. I shrugged and made a throwaway gesture. We were in a sense supposed to work as a team and he had done just that. I was glad to have won, looking over at the boys. They moaned in their stress position. The commercial break seemed to take a lot longer than the last one. I took the time to look around the hub area. There wasn't anything to see besides fire, lava and rock. Even if I had been totally free I wouldn't have known where to run. As I looked back to Igor I saw him stroke his immense dick. He was the biggest of us by far since our dicks had grown almost to the individual person's knees. I was certainly horny, but not so super horny that I couldn't stop myself from jerking off with naked men present. Maybe he had less pride. Wasn't he bi? Just as I had thought that the big guy walked up to the boys. Sven was squatting so low, his mouth was aligned perfectly with Igor's dick. The blond model realized what was about to happen and struggled to get away, which was of course impossible. Igor grabbed the boy's face with both hands and forced the openly hanging mouth over his dick head. While the bodybuilder jerked off using the slim boy's face, I began to rub my own dick. If I was going through hell I might as well cum, right? That's when the commercial break ended and Igor pulled out as the boys were freed from the waiting position. "Welcome back. After a long time among fire we'll give our players a different environment." One of the flames died down and revealed the next bat wings cover. We took position by the gate and waited for the inevitable. Was it going to be water? Well, if anything it would be more piss. "This time our players have to find and collect tokens. They won't need much gear for that." All the stuff on our bodies vanished, except for the necklace with the team color crystals. With the weights gone I felt like I was flying. I cried out with joy. My nipples were in ungodly amounts of pain but that would dull over time. I could have danced from happiness, but I didn't want to fling pre-cum from my enormous tool everywhere. The gate opened into a dark cave and the four of us – feeling greatly relieved – marched on.