Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2023 13:26:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: manhood games (gay/sf-fantasy)

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8=====================D


What if a dick measuring contest was truly a *contest*? Roll the dice to
find out if you are worthy...

Content: muscles, dick shrinking, dick size stealing, fights, punishments
and gambling


## THE MANHOOD GAMES ##

Sixteen musclebound hunks from the New Dale Fitness Club woke up groaning
on a beach. Not too odd for a gang of college spring breakers and their
older club members along to "chaperone", if it hadn't been for their total
nudity.

Jolting up in the morning sun and brushing sand off their smooth bodies in
various stages of competition readiness, they threw questions at each other
but no one knew how they'd gotten to this tropical cove with no
civilization in sight.

Strewn around like natural features were man-high chunks of mirror polished
metal in smooth shapes. Several men flexed at their reflections on
instinct.

A figure materialized in the air, transparent and hovering, all features
blurred. An equally blurry ten inch schlong dangled between his legs.

By now, Caleb Wong had found his equally confused boyfriend Jonathan Tyler
in the crowd. Jon was white, brunet, tall – almost a head over Caleb
– and people never failed to mention his sunshiny smile.

A voice boomed from the floating figure.

[Welcome to Virility Island, new contestants. Let's see what we're working
with.]

"I thought," Jon mumbled, "that's just a dumb urban legend."

As the boyfriends clasped hands, Caleb's small, tightly cut dick pulsed to
life. Even Jon's thick, uncut rod seemed to be chubbing. Embarrassing for
the two gays in the group. Except... *every* club "member" was on the rise.

A number appeared on Jon's forehead in lightly glowing letters.

"Caleb, babe..." Jon said, frowning. "It says 3.6 on your face. That's your
dicklet's size isn't it?"

Caleb felt his arousal grow. "5.6 for you. So all those times we called it
a six incher..."

Jon grinned sheepishly, his gaze flickering to a polished metal arch where
his dick looked back at him.

"Fuck no," shouted someone – Tyrell. The huge black guy stood before a
mirroring bean-shape where his face was reflected along with his "7.5"
facial inscription. Tyrell grabbed his thick, cut tool and shook it at the
hovering figure as it hardened. "I'm eight, motherfucker."

"What are you complaining about?" Luis Martinez (6 on his forehead)
asked. The 30-something Hispanic bodybuilder with strong eyebrows and
throbbing six inches spread his arms. "You're still the biggest dude here,
Tyrell. No need to be embarrassed. Unlike..."

His casual gesture was caught by Ryan Li (3.2) who had the smallest
forehead number – and manhood. Ryan was the beefiest looking guy in the
club, a bouncer by profession, short but monstrously massive with a short
mohawk and Chinese tattoos "draped" from his shoulders down his whole
back. His boner was cutesy by comparison to the rest. He growled,
"Don't. Fucking don't."

The voice boomed across the beach again.

[The rules are simple. Roll your dice and add your manhood, in full
inches.]

"Fuck me," groaned athletic pretty-boy Jason Kim (5.9). "Spent my whole
life thinking I'm six."

Caleb looked at Jason's hard-on just like everybody else. He resolved not
to draw attention to his own small tool.

[The bigger number wins. With no opponent, just roll over ten. Complete
Virility Island to win.]

"All right," Luiz (6) said and clapped his hands. "Let's all stick together
and-"

[You will be split into groups ...Now.]

Luiz raised a fist. "Well what if we-"

Bright light and a swoosh vanished a dozen men. Left on the beach were
Caleb Wong (3.6), Jonathan Taylor (5.6) and two more hunks.

Diego Rodriguez (4.9, loosely cut, slightly bending up) was a buff, bald
firefighter, shorter than Jon but broad chested and wide shouldered, with a
sleeve tattoo. His wide, flat nose had been broken before and a healed scar
cut through his right eyebrow.

Xavier Davis (4.7, uncut but skinned back) was a black hunk with short
dreadlocks with frosted tips and a septum ring. His hands and feet were so
large, Caleb had expected a much bigger dick. He had possibly the best
eight-pack in the fitness club.

The four men stepped closer together among the weird mirror elements, each
vaguely trying to cover his erection with a hand or pointing it away.

[Only one way leads out of this cove and that's where you will find your
most important equipment – your jewel. Second only to your most
important asset - Manhood!]

The figure vanished, leaving the hunks stunned.

"Okay," Diego (4.9) said slowly. "At least Kathy'll never know I'm not five
and a half. Hehe."

Jon (5.6) let his hands fall away from his crotch. "Whatever is going on,
let's win or at least try. Any ideas?"

Caleb (3.6) tore his eyes away from his boyfriend's delicious erection. The
cove rose up all around, topped by jagged looking rocks that would be
painful to climb on naked. There was the open ocean in one direction and a
little waterfall in the other.

"Do we swim out of here?" Caleb suggested. "Seems like the one way the
asshole was talking about."

They moved knee deep into the cool, clear water, their toes sinking into
submerged sand.

[Swim challenge,] said the voice. [Leader rolls for the group. Jon will be
your team captain since he has the most manhood.]

A big twenty sided dice appeared over Jon's head, translucent and without
numbers on the surfaces. Instead a number appeared within – 8. His
manhood of 5 was added and the dice flashed blue as it passed the threshold
of ten.

With a shrug, Jon dropped himself into the waves and the others
followed. Having the water resist his forward pointing cock made Caleb even
hornier.

Something brushed against his feet and he flinched. So did the others. He
looked into the crystal clear water. Tentacles were rising through swirling
mud.

[Combat cannot proceed without the jewel. You lose without rolling.]

Tentacles gripped their ankles. Grunting turned to yelling and the hunks
found themselves pulled underwater. The waves closed over Caleb when even
his short frame would have been able to stand on that spot.

[Survival challenge,] announced the voice in the Asian man's ear, dampened
by the water. [We move to individual rolls now.]

His dice showed a 6 – plus his 3 inches, which was not enough to get to
10. Everybody else succeeded at their survival and was released.

Jon came back for him immediately, reaching for his hand. Diego followed a
second later. They pulled on Caleb and Jon kicked at the tentacle. The
voice announced again that combat was not possible.

Jon pulled himself past his boyfriend and dug his hands into the tentacle.

[Luck challenge]

Jon got a 16(+5) and the monster pulled away with a scream from far below
that no real sea creature would make.

They dragged themselves to shore. All of them were still fully erect.

It took mere seconds before they were wildly jerking off. Normally Caleb
would have sucked his top but Jon wasn't initiating in the presence of two
straight buddies so each man rubbed his own rod. A pleasurable shiver saw
Caleb shoot quite a load into the sand. Everybody had been full of cum with
all loads on the bigger side.

Their erections did not go down as they picked themselves up and explored
inland.

"Look," Xavier said. "The waterfall's in front of a secret cave. Fucking
clichι. Should have checked that first thing."

They waded through the shallow pond and let the waterfall free them of sand
as they entered the narrow cave entrance.

Little light reached into the natural tunnel but four devices glistened on
a pedestal like almond-shaped leaves of a silver crystal flower.

"The jewels, I presume," Jon said. He grabbed one. It was small enough to
fit in his palm. "Hm, safe to touch. Go ahead, pick one."

Neither could figure out what to do with it.

Caleb put it on his wrist. "Jewel equip! Jewel activate! Start game!"

[Lore team challenge]

Jon's dice landed on 20 exactly. It still bothered to add his inches.

[The command word is the most important concept on Virility Island.]

Caleb held the jewel ahead of him and they all spoke at the same
time. "Manhood!"

The jewel fluttered down between his legs and into his ass crack. It laid
over his hole and... something intruded.

The four hunks jolted forward but there was no escape. Everybody except
Caleb tried to tear the jewel away but they were getting entered by butt
plugs.

"Man that thing is *huge*," Diego complained.

Jon failed to suppress a moan.

Caleb chuckled. "Do we have different ones? Feels more like just two
fingers."

Xavier raised two fingers with a frown. "Ugh, yeah about right. Fuck that's
actually a lot."

Jon gave his boyfriend a lose hug. "Babe, that's just two fingers? I'm so
proud of you for taking my whole cock."

"I can't tell how serious you are right now."

Xavier huffed. "Now we know who the top is."

Jon flexed a bicep. "Hey, there was never any doubt. What's 3.6 gonna do
for me?"

Caleb flexed his own arms and bumped his boyfriend aside.

"Hey meatheads," Diego said, "What do we do now? Back into the ocean to
fight that thing?"

"Maybe this cave leads straight to the other side," Jon said.

"But we can't fucking see in there. Is your oh-so big manhood going to
light the way?"

Diego's jewel shone. Like a wide-cone flashlight, the jewel projected light
from his ass crack.

"Light?" Caleb tried. Nothing. "Manhood?" The anal torch activated.

Jon and Xavier followed suit and four jewels illuminated the ground around
them, gently illuminating the walls in turn. Jon pushed Caleb around with a
smirk, making the Asian bottom turn and bend over, shining into the
cave. Caleb looked through his legs.

"As I was saying," Jon said. "We're going deeper in."


8=====================D


Matt Mitchell (4 inches, a bit thin, cut) was the newest member of the
fitness club and the least "hunky" although easily muscular enough to no
longer be lanky. He was glad not to be the smallest dicked guy in the group
but still felt like he was lagging behind the rest in performance. He
wasn't a teen anymore but still looked the part, pale skinned,
shaggy-haired, green-eyed, lean and with only enough muscle he wasn't lanky
anymore.

Ryan Li (3.2, uncut, unspectacular) was the "smallest" and also the
shortest but as the most beefy member – a true bodybuilder – he was
not to be messed with.

Hassan Ahmed (6.3, extra thick, cut) was a tall, bald, brown powerhouse and
respected enough that Ryan hadn't grumbled about Hassan being made captain
by the voice. He was the eldest in the fitness club, a lifelong firefighter
and had won multiple competitions.

Mirrored metal forms smoothly clung to the rough rock walls of the cave,
helping to light the place as the hunks passed through.

Hassan pointed his thick, smooth glutes into the tunnel, spreading them
with his hands to aim the beam higher. His jewel's anal light shone on a
fleck of sparkling paint on the wall that had been invisible before.

"Yellow triangle," Hassan said. "That's two of them now. Jason, where
next?"

Jason Kim (5.9, uncut, perfectly straight) had stopped whining about not
being six inches when Hassan had given him the task of keeping track of
this fairly simple cave maze. It was only difficult because their lights
shining between their legs had to be pointed at the drawings to make them
visible.

Jason had always been the face of the fitness club, vlogging and posting,
getting side jobs as a model. He swished the black hair out of his
face. "We're looped around. We've been everywhere."

"Then I still don't get the pattern," Hassan said.

"Are we sure there aren't any symbols on the ceiling?" Matt (4)
asked. "Everything so far was hip high or on the ground."

Hassan (6.3) had a huge physique but he dropped into a handstand
effortlessly. His erection slapped his abs, leaving a drop of pre. Ryan
helped the leader pull his legs in and they searched the ceiling in jewel
light.

"Blue circle," Matt said.

Hassan groaned and dropped his feet to the ground. "Fuck, there can be
*three* of a shape? We have to go over everything again."

They followed the loop of the tunnel. "Okay, somebody else do it now,"
Hassan said.

"None of us can do a handstand," Ryan said.

"Just go on all fours, ass up."

"Fuck no." He grabbed Matt and Jason. "Challenge!"

The three non-captains had dice appear above them and rolled.

Ryan got a 2(+3), Matt 4(+4), Jason 8(+5). Low rolls all around but the
challenger lost.

Ryan snarled and shoved them aside. He went on all fours.

"Ass up," Hassan said. "Arch. Arch, fucker."

"Fuck off," Ryan grunted and rolled onto his back. He pulled his legs in
and flexed his abs, his jewel finally finding the ceiling. "Fuck no, that's
worse."

"Calm down, bro, no one's looking at your jeweled hole. Nothing here, let's
move."

"We need a better way to light this place," Ryan said, struggling up. "I'm
gonna hold one of you as a flashlight."

The least beefy teammates rolled. 9(+4) for Matt, 10(+5) for Jason. Damn,
Matt would have been fine loosing before, not so much now.

Ryan tossed Matt over his shoulder and Matt's dick rubbed on Ryan's
pecs. The beefcake dropped the athlete.

"Jerk off. I'm not lobbing your around with a loaded cock pointed my way."

"We all should," Hassan said.

They turned away from each other and jerked off. It took Matt mere seconds
and the load was huge. None of the others took longer. It cleared his head
but didn't make him go soft.

Ryan lifted him again and shone Matt's asshole in front of them as they
advanced in search of more symbols. As Matt's erection couldn't quite help
but touch Ryan's muscles again, he wondered if they were at least one of
the faster teams.


8====================D


Caleb (3.6) was riding the back of his boyfriend Jon (5.6) but upside
down. Caleb's face was in the small of Jon's back, his thighs on Jon's
shoulders, letting his jewel shine at the ceiling. The others were flashing
the walls like they had a twerking compulsion.

"Green triangle," Diego (4.9) yelled. "Finally. That means the only missing
one is a red square."

Caleb got to drop at last, gave Jon a kiss and they hurried to the panel
where shapes and colors lined a square.

The leader pressed the correct tile and a segment of the wall grinded aside
with no obvious mechanism.

A golden twenty-sided dice turned slowly in midair.

[You may purchase one-use power at the store. With this power you can
reroll or switch with an opposed roll. Each power costs one inch of your
manhood. Gaining inches back is possible later.]

"Let's each grab one," Jon (5.6) said. He reached for the gold dice. The
number on his forehead flashed – 4.6 remained. With all eyes on his
dick, Jon sucked in air as his erection shrunk considerably, girth and ball
size vanishing to match the reduced pride.

Caleb scarified one of his three units next, as did the rest, going from 4
to 3 and change.

Diego looked at his erection. "Fuuuuck me. It's just monopoly money,
basically, right? So I don't care." He sounded like he cared.

After some consideration Jon spent another unit for power and they
continued into the next section. Seeing him with a boner this small was
almost sad. Maybe also a little cute.

The walls here were straight and had a brick pattern carved into them. The
mirror surfaces formed baroque patterns. Cast iron candelabras and
chandeliers threw oddly dim light into the space. They still had to rely on
their jewels.

Four other erect hunk with lights shining from their asses walked in from
the other side. Hassan (1.3), Ryan (2.2), Matt (0) and Jason (4.9). Wow,
some of them had bought a lot of power. Hassan's micropeen was ridiculous
on his massive body. Matt's cockhead was practically flush with his body.

[The first group to escape the maze wins. You may split off but must escape
as a team.]

The entrances were gone. Each of the four walls now contained an archway,
as if it had always been there.

Jon's team quickly agreed to split and Caleb jogged after Matt who'd
already moved toward a room.

Their dice appeared over their heads as they entered.

"Are we fighting?" Matt asked.

"Looks like it."

Caleb rolled 18(+2), Matt 8 with nothing to add. Caleb's ass took on an
ominous red glow and his jewel trembled with power.

"Switch," Matt said and the numbers in their dice traded place.

Matt's ass shone red now and he bent over, glowing hole aimed at Caleb. A
red beam shot from the white man's jewel at the Asian man and hit Caleb
like a swinging boxing bag. It knocked him, gently-ish, into a wall.

"The fuck was that?"

"You guys didn't try combat?" Matt taunted.

[Jon's team loses a battle. Hassan picks "long" or "wide". The next roll by
Hassan's team has +1.]

Hassan's voice was barely audible two rooms over but he picked
"long". Caleb's jewel plug grew deeper into his ass by at least an inch.

He picked the door opposite Matt, which had a simple sliding puzzle for a
lock. Someone else lost a battle and Hassan must have chosen "wide" because
Caleb felt his guts spread – probably an inch more in circumference. It
was inappropriate but Caleb had to admit it felt really fucking nice. Maybe
Jon wasn't enjoying it.

Matt hissed and clutched his glutes, probably from someone on his team
losing. Then Caleb's plug grew longer again.

He made it to the next room. There was a pedestal with tiles of random
letters and a few weird symbols. He couldn't figure out what to do about it
before his plug grew two more times in circumference. It was well beyond
his top's dick thickness now.

Ropes dropped from the high ceiling, swinging around chaotically.

He was forced to roll an evasion challenge, 9(+2) making it a pass. He
easily weaved between the ropes that seemed to avoid him.

He solved a color match puzzle for the next room which had a key in it,
sitting on a pedestal. Someone's ass-light was closing in on him. He
swirled around to be pushed aside by Matt.

The dick-less white athlete rushed to the key but he couldn't lift it.

[Matt Mitchell, you don't have manhood left to purchase the key. Try
gaining inches back through a mind trial or in the arena.]

"Fuck!"

Caleb grabbed the key for himself, his erection shrinking to 1.6.

The key zipped as lightning into Caleb's jewel, giving him a hard jolt of
vibration.

Matt pointed his ass at him. "I'll fight you for it."

Caleb got 14(+1), Matt 16. The key did not transfer – that wasn't how it
worked. But Caleb's plug grew again as he was pushed around. It was a
glorious feeling, hardly a punishment.

They were at the edge of the maze and went separate ways to the
sides. Caleb came into a room with a ring drawn on the floor. A black man
entered from the other side, dreadlocks with frosted tips dripping wet. His
teammate.

Xavier (3.7) put his hands on his knees. "Don't go in there. Rainy as
fuck. I made Hassan spend a lot of his power but he still got some. Jon was
looping this way last I saw."

"I got a key, not sure what for," Caleb said.

Jon entered, followed by Hassan. Everybody entered combat with the
enemy. Hassan rolled 16(+1) against Jon's 14(+3) – stalemate. 2 to
Caleb's 8 had him use a power to switch them, but he accepted a loss from
5(+1) to Xavier's 5(+3). Was he out of power?

Hassan bent over and a red beam punched Caleb like a slammed pillow. Xavier
got to fire a jewel beam at the enemy in turn.

Both captains chose width and all men in the room groaned as their plugs
grew.

"Dude," Jon said. "This is insane."

"Anal is crazy intense," Xavier said. "This can't be real. What size are we
even at?"

[In this room is an arena. Enter it to battle for an exchange of manhood.]

Jon and Hassan dragged each other into the circle. Jon got 4(+3), Hassan
2(+1).

"Switch," Hassan said.

"Switch back," Jon said. "How many fucking powers do you still have,
asshole?"

"I'm out," Hassan said with a shrug.

Jon pointed his ass at the enemy and beam punched the massive middle
easterner. Jon's dick grew an inch as Hassan's shriveled to a tiny, nearly
flat cockhead.

Hassan (0.3) and Xavier (3.7) fought in the arena next.

Jon (4.6) pushed his boyfriend along to the previous room. "Babe, I found a
sequence of random letters called a memory challenge. Can you come help me
memorize?"

"Yes. I even know where it goes, I think."

They hurried through a room of black and white tiles. Jon had found out
they could only step on one type, which one differed by person and
entrance. Both succeeded at the luck challenge for guessing which.

Somebody lost but somebody won, too. As their plugs grew in length, Jon
chose length for the enemy team as well. Nothing had reached this far into
Caleb, ever. And he was the only bottom in the fitness club so he was the
most prepared for the sensation. It made jogging harder but more fun.

In the memory room, Jon helped Caleb hold his ass up and they read the
ceiling. Twenty letters and symbols for each. They made up words and
stories to connect them.

Two more losses, three wins. This had overall added four length and eight
circumference to their plugs. Every change was definitely more than an
inch. Walking was impossible without getting seriously rubbed. Jogging was
starting to feel uncomfortable. But it was *fun* all the same.

Caleb could feel the plug when he pressed his fingers into his
abs. Surreal.

They crossed paths with Ryan Li (2.2).

Pointing their asses at each other, the boyfriends won comfortably against
Ryan, sending him on all fours with their combined beams.

"Length for both," Jon said and they hurried onward. This time Jon failed
his luck roll in the checkerboard room. Hassan got to pick plug growth and
the jewel dug another inch or more inward.

They entered the memorized combination into the letter square. Jon received
3 inches of manhood to distribute. One for him, two for Caleb, bringing
them both back to maximum.

Jon yelled for anyone in the area. Diego responded from two rooms
over. They reconvened, figured out in what order to place ten statuettes
and got to punish the enemy with an inch as reward.

Right after, they were punished in turn. Their plugs were so wide, Caleb
felt like he was on drugs. The intensity of anal was on a new level,
pushing his mind into a state of pleasure and insanity.

Diego had found a shop – a golden dice room. The three of them jerked
off on the way there. This load was even bigger than the last, probably the
biggest one Caleb had ever squirted. He wished Jon could fuck him.

Jon bought more power at the shop. He hadn't used any yet, getting him to 5
and leaving him 2 inches in case there were more keys or some such.

They made it to a gate with an ornate lock.

"This has to be the exit," Jon said. "We need Xavier. We split up but stay
in hearing range."

Caleb entered a room with a greasy floor. He managed the luck challenge
with 7(+3) barely and slithered on his feet to the other side. Jason Kim
(4.9) was waiting there for him. He'd been a 5.9, Caleb recalled so he had
at most one power just like Caleb.

"Finally," said the pretty-boy. "I've been waiting to fight someone. Step
in here. Combat time."

Jason pulled him into a headlock as they rolled. Jason got 18(+4) to
Caleb's 19(+3). Stalemate.

"Fuck that," Jason said. "You reroll."

The power enforced reroll saw the shorter Asian get beam-pushed
around. Caleb groaned as his jewel stretched him beyond his wildest
dreams. The plug was a bulge in his abs when he leaned back.

[Jon's team has reached the maximum circumference. That's not very
manly. You're fucked.]

Caleb's plug vibrated, no, it was more like it pumped into him. He was
literally fucked. It felt too good to believe. With fingers on his nipples,
he moaned freely.

Jason chuckled and shoved him to the ground, then made off.

"Got him!" Jon yelled from the door room.

Caleb made his way back to find the entire team assembled and getting
fucked. Jon was on all fours, arching, with a sunshiny smile. Xavier was
trembling, jerking off. Diego was whimpering by far the loudest, looking
around as if something could aid him, hands fingering his nipples like he
didn't actually want to.

Xavier splashed a huge load from his currently 3.7 and seemed somehow
shocked that the jewel fuck didn't stop afterward.

Caleb pressed his asshole to the lock. "So how does this work?"

He passed his lore roll and the key zapped from his plug into the
door. They wobbled through, hurried but discomforted by moving.

[Jon's team wins. In the next game, Jon may pick one guaranteed roll.]

The jewels shrunk to their original size and stopped fucking them. Caleb
was disappointed yet still breathed a sigh of relief with the
others. Exhausted, happy and sexed up, they moved toward daylight.


8===================D


The winning hunks exited the cave into a tropically forested plateau. The
sun wasn't cruelly hot but they preferred to stay in the shade.

A golden dice waited for them to spend inches for power. Knowing about the
keys they each left themselves an inch.

Xavier (1.7) looked down himself, knees bent apart. "Man, I thought I was
already punished with a mediocre black cock. I had no idea it could get so
much worse."

"At four inches you *were* punished," Jon (1.6) said. "I bet mega-dong
Tyrell had a much easier time unless he refused to spend his inches. He
might still be swimming in power when we're up against him."

"The voice hasn't given us a new challenge," Diego (1.9) said, fondling the
biggest dick still left in the group. "So we just keep going I guess? I see
some manmade walls in the distance."

Caleb (1.6) pointed at a tree. "Do you guys see that carving? Wilder than
the simple shapes from earlier. Maybe keep note as we walk."

"Shine at it," Jon said and pushed his boyfriend into position.

With Caleb's ass pointing at the tree and looking through his legs, the
Asian said "Manhood!" and felt a slight vibration in his jewel.

"It lit up," Diego commented. "Aaand it went dark. What does that mean?"

Before they could speculate, the underbrush rustled. A flock of brown
boulders flew at them – coconuts?

Evasion challenges rolled and succeeded. They were missed. Diego rushed to
where the coconuts had come from but- "Watch out," Jon shouted.

The flying balls turned midair and gained speed on them again.

"Stand and fight," the captain commanded.

He rolled a 12(+1) and slapped the nut away. Caleb failed with 7(+1). If
he'd kept his inches he'd have won. The nut course corrected faster than
human reaction time and evaded his swipe, hitting him in the balls.

Caleb was raised off the ground with a combination of the nut punch and his
own scared jump. The others managed to slap the nuts away once but Xavier
lost his roll to a spare nut and was crotch-punched, stumbling back.

"It's nut on nut violence," Diego shouted.

Xavier, clutching his crotch, shoved him. "Not in the mood for fucking
wordga- They're coming back."

"Let's try *this*." Jon bent over. "Attack!"

The captain got 13(+1) and his jewel sent a red beam that ripped the
attacking nut apart.

The others put their hands on the ground and aimed their asses but their
attackers were already upon them, forcing a few evasions. Then their shots
of "Fire!" echoed from the trees. Three perfect rolls. Three
explosions. More anal beams crossed the air and split nuts.

"Wooo!" Jon yelled as he rose and flexed. "Dude, we won a real battle. Holy
fuck. I need a blowjob or something."

"I'm right here babe," Caleb said.

"Appreciated but let's keep moving."

The idea had been solid, though, and as they wandered – eyes nervously
on the trees – the four rubbed their tiny cocks, squirting out
tablespoons of cum.


8==================D


Tyrell Thompson (7.5, currently 2.5) was still feeling the aftershocks of a
plug the width of his biceps fucking his guts. It had almost felt like a
mild high but he was glad to be moving normally again.

Large and in charge (of the team), the black man strutted with an excess of
confidence. Even if he wasn't feeling it, projecting power was trivial to
him. The current smallness of his dick only bothered him in moments like
these when he was jerking off.

Tyrell ejaculated his biggest load yet onto the jungle floor. It was maybe
twice as much as his biggest loads ever were, with an orgasm to match.

He returned to the meeting spot with the other finished masturbators.

Luiz Martinez (6, now 3) was the only guy who rivaled Ryan Li in pure
muscle mass and thanks to the neck tattoo also in intimidation factor. He'd
kept half his cock with the pretty good reason it let him roll higher. Luiz
was light brown skinned and constantly scowling. His bald head glinted as
did his nipple studs.

"Hey Luiz, you jerked off so hard you started sweating?"

The bodybuilder shrugged. "I went twice. Didn't happen since I was a teen
but guess what, the second load was even bigger."

"Clearly we're cumming more and more. Not sure what the means."

Samuel Farmer and Andrew Parker arrived. Sam (3.9 down to 0.9, cut) had a
blond crewcut and looked muscular when he wasn't right next to the beefier
Andrew (5.3 down to 0.3, uncut) who dwarfed him in mass but not height.

Andrew flipped his brunet fringe out of his eyes. "We suffered a nut attack
but I was right. The devil's mushroom went out when we lit the other
biohazard with a hat."

The symbols carved into the trees were like clusters of overlapping Nordic
runes and didn't look like any one thing but Tyrell made it a point to give
each a name.

"And the second biohazard stayed lit," Sam said.

"So let's turn on all of a kind," Tyrell said. "I think the five praying
mantises are easiest to find."

Tyrell went with Sam, back to the cove where the golden dice shop
was. Coconuts zipped from the trees.

Tyrell got 14(+2) on his combat and slapped the nut aside. He bent for a
shot, rolled a 1 and the nut flew right below his pushed-out ass for a nut
hit.

Sam had failed to evade to begin with and stumbled as he got hit. The blond
used his superior flexibility to point his jewel at the enemy with one leg
raised high and exploded the nut out of existence.

Tyrell next roll went better and he eliminated one. There were two more. He
failed with 6(+2) and got nut crushed. Dizzy and gagging at the rising pain
he fired a 9(+2) and his final foe fell.

Sam rolled 8 and with no manhood to add suffered a nut shot. Next he rolled
a 1 and Tyrell entered combat on his friend's behalf. Both of them rolled
5s.

The coconut bounced between their crotches at superhuman speed and Tyrell
hunched over at the ever increasing pain. He got 7(+2) but Sam fired a
13(+0) beam and got rid of the nut.

"Fuuuck!" Tyrell yelled. "I hate this bitch ass fuck faggot island so
much. Why can't this be skill based? Fuck you voice in the sky!"

They made it to the cove and shone their asses at the trees, lighting up
two signs. The others must have made it already since the signs on the
trees flashed and light beams emanated from them, connecting to the others
deeper in the jungle.

Tyrell hummed. "I wonder if they form a pattern or something once we got
them all."


8=================D


As the final group of bark runes activated, some light connections shone
brighter, leading their team along them to the edge of the area where
sharp, jagged hills rose.

Jon was first to spot the exit – a tunnel through the hill. They
activated their ass lights and advanced, the boyfriends hand in hand.

They entered the other half of the plateau, where old stone walls protruded
from the tree line. Ruins of an ancient city.

White flags hung on poles wherever possible. Almost every wall, every
archway and what was left of each roof carried a white cloth fluttering in
the breeze. Metallic mirror blobs bulged from the walls like man-sized
mushrooms, making it hard to distinguish holes in the walls from polished
surfaces.

Four men walked out of another tunnel, almost right next to theirs. Big,
black Tyrell, nipple-ringed and neck tattooed Luiz, blond athlete Samuel
and beefcake Andrew.

Every team eyed the other's foreheads, then glancing at the cocks as if to
confirm the numbers.

Jon leaned in. "Guys, they have one more inch of power than us. If there's
another arena we should risk stealing some manhood from them."

The voice's boom made several man jump. The blurry man appeared hovering
between the teams.

[Welcome to "capture the flag". There are 20 rooms in this ruin. The team
with the most rooms captured at the end of the secret time wins. Tyrell, as
your team has greater manhood, you chose the color.]

Tyrell didn't think long. "Royal purple."

The black man's team's jewels lit up with strong, deep violet so bright it
was visible even near noon, making their legs and asses shine purple.

Jon's team's assholes lit up in contrasting bright orange.

[You will encounter obstacles. There is a key to every lock. We
start... Now!]

Eight hunks jogged toward the ruins.

Tyrell and Jon were at the front and jostled. A basement without roof was
flooded and they tried pushing each other in. Tyrell 18(+2) won over Jon's
3(+1) and the white man fell in. He passed his swim challenge with a 20 but
Tyrell was first at the bell in the middle of the room.

The enemy captain rang the bell and all flags flowing above them turned
purple. Tyrell flexed his biceps at a mirror bulge.

Diego spread his cheeks at Tyrell and rolled 8(+1) so he accomplished
nothing but getting a kick in the nuts from Sam. Sam had rolled a 15(+0),
thus landing a good blow.

Caleb stayed back. He'd been fine getting jewel beam shot but this was
turning really violent.

He moved to the next room and rang the bell. All flags overhead turned
orange. The room had no other exits. A dead end. Except there was a golden
feather hovering in a corner six paces away.

As he touched it, the feather zipped into his jewel and he lost touch with
the ground. Hovering with golden sparks dripping from his asshole, he
quickly "swam" up the wall in full control of his speed and direction. He
clambered over the wall with little grace but no trouble and let the
feather power gently move him to the ground of a ruined corridor.

Behind him, the flags turned purple but the enemy couldn't follow without a
feather.

[Lore challenge]

Caleb failed with a 6(+1). But this seemed important. He used one of his
three power units for a reroll and succeeded.

[Feathers can be recharged with power]

Damn, and he had just used up one of his few points.

He made it to the next room and rang the bell. The room after that was on
fire with no obvious fuel source. He returned to the corridor.

Someone, somewhere was fighting because his plug rapidly grew three units
around and one in length. Each step was a good rub.

Caleb found the memory challenge – or at least some kind of sequence. No
point in memorizing it before he knew where to enter it. But he did ring
the bell.

As he entered the next room, Luiz landed beside him, the golden sparks of a
feather mixed into the man's purple ass light.

They headed for the bell while shoving each other. Both rolled 16, giving
Luiz the win with his three inches. A red beam from the bodybuilder's ass
replaced the purple shine and pushed Caleb aside gently but inevitably. The
room went to purple. As Luiz rushed out, Caleb counted to ten, then rang
the bell and successfully flipped the room to his jewel's color.

Suspicious that Luiz was going to come right back, Caleb glanced into the
next room to find Luiz entangled in thorny vines that enveloped the
bell. He landed a survival roll of 4(+3) which kept him stuck.

Caleb went the other way and ran into Diego.

"Dude, my ass sucked up a feather," Diego said.

"Oh, they let you fly over walls. Only once, then it cost power."

"Well fuck I won't have power left. So I can do one big jump? Gotcha. Any
strategy?"

Caleb shook his head. "Still exploring. Unless Jon's come up with anything
we're just going to flip flags back and forth forever and a random team
wins. Hey, did you find a room with a keyboard, kinda?"

"Yeah, why?"

Caleb pointed. "This way and left is the combination. It gives you manhood
back."

Diego patted him on the shoulder as he jogged past, wasting no time.

Next Caleb found a room – flags already orange – with a hovering gem
stone that held blue carvings. Waves? Water?

Buying the stone cost his final inch of manhood. It zipped into his jewel
with a tremble.

Caleb (now 0.6) hurried back to the room on fire. Meanwhile his jewel grew
longer and wider twice each. The sensation was getting fun and distracting
again. He could "touch" the plug by pushing into his abs. Hot as fuck. He
helped himself to nipple pinches.

He reached the flames and his jewel vibrated. Blue beams delineated his
orange light cone. He went into a half-squat to let his light spread
evenly. The fire was snuffed out wherever his cone touched the ground,
forming a wide extinguished zone around him. It let him get to the bell and
beyond. Nobody had been to the next room yet and he got another bell.

Beyond that was the biggest room so far, more of a hall. It was a pool with
water deep enough Caleb couldn't see the bottom. A bell hung from a rope on
a pole, near the pool's center.

He dove in as plug growth shoved some horny courage into him.

The swimming challenge failed at 6(+0) and the water seemed to turn to
jelly. It wasn't impossible to swim but he barely moved from his spot.

The kraken showed up again, its tentacles wrapping around Caleb's ankles.

He won his evasion with 16 and combat with 17. His ass fired a red beam
into the water and the kraken retreated for now. The Asian hunk was still
pretty stuck though.

Jon arrived at the edge, his ass ablaze with white beams shining through
the orange gleam.

Water turned to ice under his fast approach. The 0.6 on Jon's forehead
meant he'd bought something, probably an ice gem. Jon swept Caleb out of
the viscous water, their soles sliding on the ice, and together they hit
the bell.

Under orange banners, Jon dropped his boyfriend at the shore. They made out
hard, legs interwoven, their tiny nubs practically scissoring.

Both whined and quivered as each covered the other's legs with a load
worthy of three or more massive cumshots from each man.

"I stole an inch from Tyrell in the arena," the captain said. "I still have
5 power points left. I can't find one of those fucking feathers. I think
they're all grabbed."

"I got one," Caleb said. "Maybe you can use a point on a team mate. I got a
water power, so we can go through fire."

"Then let's do that. Diego got his whole dick back from the memory
challenge. We can't find a shop, though. But he used his feather to get an
overview and there's a good chunk of the ruin with all white flags."

Their plugs thickened. Jon got to choose a punishment for the other team on
the way, picking length each time. Finally, it happened.

[Tyrell's team has reached the maximum jewel length. You are fucked.]

Skin on skin the boyfriends made it through the fire room to a water filled
basement hallway. Sliding on Jon's ice powers, they reached a cluster of
rooms where thorns protected the bells.

"I guess there's a gem for that," Caleb said. "But we're both out of
manhood so even finding it would be useless."

They met a wall, able to see the white flags beyond.

Jon grunted and spread his arms at the sky. "Hey, Virility Island host! I
spend power to activate my boyfriend's feather. Can I do that?"

Caleb's ass turned on and he hovered. Trying to pull Jon along didn't work
so he pushed off the captain and flew to the top of the wall.

Water splashed out in the submerged corridor. Then footsteps. Purple light
around the bend.

Tyrell entered the room Caleb was flying out of, purple lit glutes and
thighs trembling from the jewel fuck.

"Combat, bitches!"

Tyrell got a 20, Jon a 7, but Jon used power to switch their
dice. Swiveling on the spot with his ass poking out, Jon blasted Tyrell
with a red beam.

Caleb lost sight of them as he landed in the next room. He rang two bells
uncontested, found another memory challenge, and another kraken pool. He
found a narrow pass looping back to behind a torn covered bell of the thorn
room trio they'd already found.

Jon slid past the entrance on iced hallway.

"Jon!"

The captain slithered back to meet him. "Hey. Where did you come fr-"

[Time's up. We have a stalemate. Twenty more seconds to ring bells.]

Eye contact communicated the plan. Both men threw themselves into the
thorns. The plants gave way and enveloped them so they couldn't go forward
or backward. Calling for combat did nothing.

Caleb failed his survival roll at 9(+0) and Jon succeeded at his with 11,
so the plants moved to let him leave, but not reach the bell.

Jon grabbed a weathered brick. "I use my guarantee from the maze on a lucky
shot."

[Luck challenge guaranteed]

The polyhedron above his head flashed blue without even showing a
number. His brick throw weaved between the living, twisting plants and rang
the bell. Other bells sounded from close by. The other thorn bells,
probably. Had somebody found the correct rune gem?

[Aaand finish. Tyrell wins with 8 rooms to 7. Tyrell may pick a guaranteed
roll in your next game.]

"Fuck," Jon said.

Caleb was released from the vines. His plug grew and grew. Maximum size
around. His abs were bulging and so were his boyfriend's, the monstrous
cock filling him to the limit and perhaps beyond.

Both men went to the ground as the fucking started. They fought to walk,
swaying with legs apart.

"Does..." Jon started. "Is anal supposed to make you lightheaded like that?
Holy fucking fuck."

"No, babe, it's just the extreme spreading. This is more than I knew I
could take. Does it feel good for you?"

"Y-yeah? I can't say I'm loving this but I kinda get where the fun is
now. It's brutal, though."

"It is, babe. Love you, top."

"Love you, bottom. Fuck, it's so big."

There were more archways than there had been during the game. The four
teammates found each other at an exit, breathing heavily as the wild jewel
fuck threatened to knock them over. Diego stood with knees bent, Xavier was
laying on his back. Caleb joined in, on his back, legs bent to lean into
the sensation.

"Do you think it keeps going?" Diego asked. "Because we lost? We're fucked
until the next challenge."

"I hope so," Caleb said and laughed.

"I have my five inches back and we don't even get a shop," Diego
complained. He was rubbing his 4.9 sized tool and creamed a load that fully
caked his abs and sprinkled his chest.

Everybody followed suit, shooting a load. Of course it was the biggest yet,
truly splashing Caleb's abs.

"Well," Jon said and tried to stand with legs closed, the fuck-rob visible
as if moved inside him. "This is an exit so we should be in another
transitional zone. Let's figure this one out."

They waddled down the plateau, into a grassy valley of slopes between
jagged hills.


8================D


Losing to Hassan's team meant getting ass fucked by the jewel. Omar Khalid
(an already measly, tightly cut 4.4 down to 1.4) waddled toward a statue of
a fox, his legs repeatedly buckling as his guts got pumped. The light brown
hunk with wide shoulders, a buzz cut and strong facial features was going
insane with a sensation that turned to pleasure the longer it went
on. Every sudden movement seemed to catapult him into heaven.

He wasn't going to admit that to the others though. As the smallest dicked
hunk, Omar had been treated like the runt of the litter even though he
wasn't lagging behind in performance on the team.

His treatment had improved as the team had strengthened but everybody was
sick of losing and at each other's throats about it.

Omar turned the fox statue around, putting his hunky might into the
turn. Once the fox looked south he returned to the meeting point, using the
mirror blobs across the landscape to navigate the small valleys.

He avoided looking right at reflective surfaces, though. Seeing how much
his ass was spread even though the jewel's base didn't cover more than his
crack was too freaky.

With how the little valley wove between sharp hills, it was easy to round a
corner just to run right into a trap. Omar wasn't surprised to find Ethan
Nguyen stuck to the knees in an ooze.

The vaguely square block of green jelly had swallowed Ethan (cut magnum 5.3
now a barely protruding 0.3) nearly to the hip. The Asian physique champion
with snakebites and a platinum undercut was doing everything he could to
escape – jerking off his clit of a cock.

It had taken them way too long to figure out that they oozes were not
enemies to be battled but traps to dissolve.

Omar stayed at a reasonable distance, but failed to check his
surroundings. Suddenly rolling for evasion tipped him off but 5(+1) was not
enough and an ooze grabbed his legs.

Ethan spared him a glance of fake pity.

Omar joined the masturbation party, out of his mind horny from the constant
anal assault.

Ethan jizzed first, whimpering through closed teeth and unloading a mug
worth of sperm. The ooze dissolved as if drenched in acid.

They heard a faint grinding noise from all across the area. The large
statues had reset, looking into new direction for them to match on the
small ones.

"Man, fuck," Ethan said. "How many rounds is this Simon Says?"

"We've only done two," Omar said, avoiding eye contact as he creamed from
his 1.4 cock, practically pissing cum. He'd have overflown a mug.

Free of the ooze, they dispersed to their respective large statues. Omar
ran into the others, who were arguing.

Malik Johnson (uncut, originally 5.5 back to 4.5 after solving the memory
challenge) was a big black hunk with an emerald green mohawk. He was well
liked for his sense of humor and hijinks but a bad team captain, which had
led to their team turning on itself.

Once again he was arguing with older firefighter Ben Anderson (loosely cut,
thin 5.1 down to 1.1), the bald white guy with steel blue eyes and a big
nose and lips. They'd stopped doing "combat" but were still standing in
grappling range whenever they hashed out grievances.

"We don't even fucking know if this does anything," Ben (1.1) said. "They
reset because we're doing it wrong."

Malik (4.5) pulled him into a headlock. "Then what do you fucking propose?!
For the millionth time, if you have nothing else to-"

"Guys!" Omar said, gesturing palm down. "Easy. Compromise. We play Simon
Says until Ben comes up with something. Okay?"

The fighters broke apart with a grumble.

"It's this jewel," Ben said. "I can't think when I'm getting ass fucked."

Malik threw his thick arms up. "Yeah? Join the club, fucker."

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you harder!"

"Combat!"

Ben won 15(+1) over Malik 10(+4) and Ben's ass red-beam-blasted Malik
aside.

They were back to putting each other into headlocks.

Omar intervened, pulling them apart and- They got stuck. An ooze had snuck
up on them. They were glued to the ground, skin on skin while goo hugged
their calves. After a moment of silence, Ben started rubbing his inch, then
stopped.

"Come on, I'm not doing this alone."

Malik frowned. "Is a circle jerk better than watching one guy solo it?"

"Do or die," Ben said and Omar joined the jerking to speed the argument
along. Malik looked aside and rubbed his enviable four inches.

Omar delayed his cumshot to be in sync with the first shooter, since
covering his teammates in cream alone was going to make him a target. Three
loads splattered between them.

They'd aimed down as much as possible but the explosion of maybe two cups
of cum per guy was impossible to contain.

They burst apart as the ooze faded and went their marry ways in silence,
Ben to the raccoon, Malik to the baboon, Omar to the fox to see how they'd
rotated this time.


8===============D


The deer statue's eyes glowed and it rotated by itself, stopping roughly
looking south.

Naked, hunky, shortking Caleb Wong (0.6) jogged back to their meeting
spot. The silver sparkling jewel's massive plug in his ass was still
fucking him hard enough that an outright run would have sent him
stumbling. He was practically swimming in orgasms.

Diego (4.9) had gotten stuck in an ooze and jizzed down to melt it away,
splattering so many thick cum strings that he painted the ground below when
the jelly block was bisected.

"Diego, did yours turn south, too?"

"Yeah, and not just the little ones we turned. I went past the big dolphin
and it had turned, too. Same direction."

Jon had been rotating the little dolphin. So every statue was now pointing
in the same way. No more Simon Says.

They reconvened and followed the statues' common gaze to the edge of the
valley maze, quickly arriving at a mine shaft.

"Manhood!" said four hunks and entered with asses aglow.

As they lit the way between their legs, the plugs shrank to mere one
inchers. Tension dropped off the team but Caleb caught Jon's eyes. They'd
both enjoyed it. The emptiness was like a cold shower – unpleasant but
waking them up to reality.

Four other members of the New Dale Fitness Club arrived through a parallel
tunnel.

Malik Johnson (4.5) with the green mohawk led them. Ethan Ngyuen's (0.3)
powerful physique and Omar Khalid's (1.4) swaggering frame almost seemed to
block the view to the most stressed looking teammate, bald beefcake Ben
Anderson (1.1) who dragged his feet along the stone ground.

Malik thumped his chest. "Just so we're clear Jon. We're not losing this
one."

Jon slammed his fists together. "We'll see about that. I was going to have
my boys go easy on your sorry pack but in the end my dick was always bigger
than yours."

They were originally 5.6 versus 5.5.

"It isn't right now," Malik said and waved his four inches.

Faint lights shone ahead. There were two chest-high metal boxes with
several handles positioned on a track each.

[Welcome to Payload.]

They turned around to see the blurry man materialize.

[The team that shoves its box to the final stop wins. Get into position.]

The boxes were on wheels atop the tracks, handles made it easy to push from
the back and the side. Loops at the front were long enough a man could slip
into it and push while walking ahead.

Jon took the front, Diego joined him, Xavier pushed from behind and Caleb
along the right. To his side he saw the other team getting into position.

[We start... Now.]

The light above the tracks spread ahead. Having the jewel's shine on their
legs was barely necessary, the straight corridor was dimly lit already.

It was a heavy box with serious friction on the tracks and everybody cursed
through gritted teeth. But both teams started moving. Nobody picked up much
speed.

Malik shouted, "Battle!"

Caleb noticed his own dice roll. 20, which beat Malik's mere 6. He angled
his ass, one leg up, and fired a retaliatory beam.

"Long," Jon mumbled, making the enemy jewel grow.

It was all-out battle. With Caleb on the flank, he was the most targeted. A
stalemate, a win, a loss. He was shoved hard into the payload and pointed
his ass at Omar in retaliation.

More anal attacks. Caleb's jewel was seven inches deep inside him – less
inside the enemy asses – when Jon grunted a warning and the box slowed.

Caleb looked up. There was a gate ahead, black and heavy with a keyhole in
the middle.

Everybody stopped exhausting themselves on the box and walked sweat
glinting to their team's respective gate.

Jon jolted and pulled his mates into a circle. "I just fucking failed a
lore check. I think Malik failed his, too, or he's a damn good actor. Do I
reroll?"

"Do we examine the door first?" Xavier asked. "Or the box?"

"Maybe it's hidden in the tunnel," Caleb speculated. "Our ass lights are
still on. Maybe we need to shine on something. I mean, was anybody looking
around?"

Jon volunteered to stay in case the other team figured something out, the
rest walked back into the tunnel.

Diego picked up Caleb and carried him upside down, thighs on
shoulders. Caleb was the only one who didn't mind having his face in a cum
slick crotch.

The Asian fitness freak's jewel lit the ceiling while Xavier twerked at the
walls. Jon was winning some fights and loosing others. Their plugs grew.

Xavier slowed. "Let Caleb down. Act like we're all exhausted."

"I *am* fucking exhausted," Diego said and obeyed.

"There's a key right above us. You can't see it anymore without Caleb's ass
light on it. I could jump that high but how do we get it without the other
team seeing it?"

Caleb shrugged. "It's a straight tunnel. There's no way to hide this. But
if it's only one key they'd still have to find another anyway. I hope it
doesn't cost inches."

"It'll have to do. Lamp."

Caleb laid on his back and brought his legs in, sparkling asshole at the
ceiling. The middle of his beam illuminated a key just hovering there,
translucent and lightly bobbing.

His plug grew the final inch of length and the fucking restarted, making
them all groan in surprise pleasure.

Xavier jumped and slapped the item out of the air. The key zapped as
lightning into his jewel. They ran back.

The other team knew they'd found "something" in the tunnel and finally
stopped trying to crack the box. While Malik and Ben argued, Ethan and Omar
launched into action.

Xavier slammed his ass into the gate which grinded up and got into position
with his mates.

Four hunks pulled their payload into the next section.

The box opened and revealed a golden dice.

"Finally," Diego said and touched it. "Four power units please."

His dick reduced to nothing in response and the shopping opportunity went
back in the box.

"Keep... going... boys," Jon said. "Jerk off... if you... gotta... We
can... fucking... do this..."

Caleb took little convincing and rubbed his near nothing to an anally
assisted cumshot like a piss stream.

The track became more winding just before they reached another gate. Two
key holes.

"Fuck, we should have looked on the way," Diego said.

"How?" Jon asked.

"You turn around and pull instead of push. Shine your ass lamp ahead and we
look."

"Good call. Now let's look for the keys."

They found one of them quickly but the other required Caleb to be lifted
again. The beam had to be right on the key and the little fuckers liked
being high up.

"New plan," Jon said on the way to the payload. "I don't think me shining
ahead is going to do it. We need a dedicated light."

"Caleb?" Xavier asked. "Your contribution will be missed but..."

"I'm the weakest, you're right," Caleb said and tried not to be too eager
about working less. He'd have to show results now, though.

Two hunks slammed their asshole into the gate and it opened the next track
section. They were next to the enemy tracks again but with the other team
not in sight yet.

"We're ahead, but don't slack."

Caleb walked ahead, often laying down to shine up. The tunnel was no longer
just a plane, gray line. There were turns and alcoves, moss and metal
bars. Not enough to hide a person but a key any day. He managed to find two
on the way.

The box opened with a rotating coin, one face white, the other black.

[Here you can buy a boost for your team or a punishment for the other. One
power per use.]

"Fuck yes," Jon said. "Boost."

The payload moved faster. Considerably so. It made it possible for the
others to help searching.

They found the third key before reaching the gate and happily ass-bumped it
open.

Caleb was shining ahead again when the other team caught up.

Omar was on top of the payload which seemed to move at just a light
push. The enemies were moving along at a light jog.

"What's up fuckers?" Malik yelled as they rattled past.

"Wait," Diego said. "You can boost multiple times? Boost!"

Their payload grew even lighter. They were back to walking speed, given
some decent use of strength. Everybody except Caleb was sweating.

The teams exchanged blows. Caleb suffered three losses – being ahead of
his team as the enemy moved past turned him into a target. He rolled on the
floor, propelled by the blasts. His teammates tried to avenge him but
suffered two losses for one win.

Their jewels were now more than half max width once again, feeling
fantastic but making it hard to move with the fucking now a serious rub in
their guts.

At last they'd made Malik's guys reach max length, too, so everybody was
fucked now.

"What the fuck?" Jon said looking down on himself. He wore black foot
cuffs, tied together by a short chain. He was hobbled.

"That's the punishment, I'm guessing," Diego said. "We're probably better
off using power to boost for-" cuffs appeared on his left wrist and
ankle. He was forced to crouch as they connected. "Fuck no, I'm punishing
these assholes."

"No, you're right," Jon said. "We need to get to the end. Keep looking for
keys."

As expected there were four keys in this segment, which created a
problem. Diego couldn't jump anymore. Experimentally Caleb touched their
jewels together and his key successfully transferred, leaving him empty for
the final key. Lifting Diego's asshole to the keyhole wasn't too tricky and
they followed their enemies into the next section after boosting again
twice.

Everybody was down to two power units and zero inches – except Xavier
who still had one.

Punishment hit them.

Jon got his hands tied with a chain as long as his shoulder width. Diego
had his other side tied, too, hand to foot, forcing him on all fours or
into a crouch. Xavier got his hands tied.

Caleb was embarrassed he was getting away free after doing the least work
but he wasn't going to complain.

Everybody sacrificed one more power to make the payload practically trivial
to shove.

Moving the lightened payload fell to him and Xavier with Jon hobbling
besides and shoving when possible. Diego laid on top, ass pointing forward
as a search light.

There were five keys. Caleb had to get each one, using his buddies as
storage with ass-to-ass transfer, then retrieving the keys the same way to
put into the gate, then going back for the fifth one.

Apparently the process had been even more arduous for the other team
because Jon's crew caught up.

Blows were exchanged, the enemy team won four, growing Caleb's jewel to
near maximum. With his stomach bulging from the massive rod pumping into
him, he was nearly falling into a trance. He couldn't afford to, he hadn't
spotted a single key for this area yet.

There were no keys. The tracks ended at a raft with slots for the wheels.

The raft was, naturally, on water. Ahead of them, sunshine lightened the
water around the bend.

With the enemies just behind them, Jon pushed the box onto the raft that
was just big enough for the payload and hung off a handle at the back. He
dropped into the water, mermaid-tail wiggling his bound legs. Caleb helped
out. Xavier hung off the side, steering with his legs. Diego on top gave
instruction.

A splash signaled the other team also making it into the water. They were
all free to swim as they liked.

Caleb lifted himself along the handles and touched the rotating coin still
present. "Punishment. Both my power units."

Screams stopped as someone behind him rolled swimming or survival
challenges. Jon's team was moving ahead.

Around the bend was the cave exit and they entered the open ocean. The
enemies' shouts and splashes faded. Sunlight and sparkling water was
blinding.

"Turn!" Diego shouted. "There's a flag at the beach. To the right. Almost
there."

As they turned the raft, Caleb saw that nobody had left the cave after
them. The other team wasn't even around the bend yet. He hadn't just killed
someone, right?

[Jon's team wins.]

The restrains vanished. They made it to the beach and the raft rammed the
flag which turned orange with the next flutter.

Everybody climbed out of the water, or off the payload in Diego's case. The
jewels calmed down.

Jon attacked Caleb with kisses and they aggressively scissored their nubs
into cream explosions.


8==============D


They moved along the beach in the shade of palms, parallel to shallow,
clear ocean and quickly rising, sharp rock.

They'd gotten one final opportunity to buy power, where Xavier had traded
his last inch for a point, leaving them all as nubs. Maybe this ordeal was
moving toward a conclusion.

Diego was first to spot the golden dick rising from the water just steps
off the beach. It was as tall as Jon, a solid gold cock and balls with
little detail. It was ringed by three iron belts along the shaft. Each belt
had regular holes, some of which were inset with red, white and black gems
respectively.

The team tried to wade around the gold dick and spot anything
interactable. Failing that they memorized the patterns of gems.

Jon grunted before they'd left the water. "Fuck, kraken. It's grabbed me."

His combat roll of 9 failed. The tentacle was stirring up sand under the
sea and dragged Jon into the water. Caleb pointed his ass at the foe but
rolled a miserable 4. Jon's survival roll came out as 15 and he managed to
slip out of the grip.

The captain grabbed Caleb who'd waded in to help and they made it onto
land. Stumbling toward the lines of palm trees, they heard a rustle from
the foliage and stayed stuck in between greenery and the open blue.

Coconuts came flying.

Everybody rolled. Jon's 1 got him rammed in the nuts, his clutching hands
whisked aside by the spin of the flying object. Diego's 3 was no better and
the bodybuilder toppled from the nut shot. Caleb succeeded the evasion at
12, Xavier narrowly at 10. The spare coconuts targeted the winners. Two
more successes.

Jon was on his back, ready to fire an ass beam. Diego had gone on his
knees, glutes spread with his hands to give the silvery shimmering jewel a
better angle. Both men's red beams turned coconuts to bits as the attackers
flew at them in an arc. Xavier joined the successes.

Caleb roll a 1 while the three leftover balls were all aiming for him. He
got three nutshots like hammerblows and fell back into the sand, legs in
the air. Clutching his crotch, legs pulled in, he rolled a 20 and blasted
one flying nut apart.

Jon tore up another, Diego got hit again, Xavier had succeeded in evading
but not fired. Caleb failed again with 5. If he'd had any power points left
he'd have used them.

Finally the captain's red beam exploded the last bomb and they dropped into
the sand among coconut debris, recovering, moaning and breathing hard.

The sand around Caleb bubbled. Something was digging up right underneath
him.

He managed to rise but failed a luck roll at 5. His legs were caught by a
rising ooze as it shook off sand and swallowed him up to the knees.

He looked for Jon. The captain and Xavier had evaded but Diego's head was
submerged in a green block and he couldn't breathe.

The not-trapped hunks jumped toward him and rubbed their own nubs
furiously. Diego rolled 12 on survival, which left him alive but still
trapped.

Caleb was jerking off at his legs and shot easily a pint of cum with an
orgasm to match. Diego still survived with a 15. Xavier was crouching over
him and practically fucked the ooze with his nub, soon shooting a pint of
cream directly at the trapped head.

Finally Jon cummed, too, and the ooze around Diego's face melted as the man
got splattered with two hunks' mega shots.

Jon helped Diego up and the freed man rushed to water to wash his face.


8=============D


As the loosing team twice in a row, their mood was low while they endured
the jewels unbelievable fucking. The sensation had grown so pleasurable,
Omar Khalid suspected this was why Ben had shut up, even though Malik's
arrogance deserved some blame for their failure.

They'd found the second golden dick - Omar's task was to memorize the white
gem positions - and suffered another kraken attack when trying to look at
it from all sides.

Omar couldn't even see the kraken chaos because his head was stuck in an
ooze. Don't lay down, was the lesson. His face was free but everything from
the ears down was stuck. He had pulled his knees to above his face, abs
flexed, and jerked his tiny clit of a dick.

He hadn't felt *that* emasculated by his cock shrinking, just like he had
never put that much thought into his 4.4 incher previously, but having the
nub hover above his face forced him to confront how pathetic it looked
between his thick brown thighs.

At last, an orgasm rushed through those thighs into his tiny package and
shook him as about half a liter of cum rushed at his face.

Tearing himself free from the fading ooze, he wiped his eyes clean. A red
beam zoomed past just as Ethan and Malik screamed in anguish. A coconut was
coming for him. Omar got 17 and his ass beam ripped the projectile apart
before it impacted.

He kept his crotch covered, even though he knew it was useless if he rolled
low. Still too much cum on his face, running into his eyes. He heard the
next nut more than he saw it and tossed himself into an ocean wave. An
evade of 3 was not enough to save him.

With the coconut rammed between his thighs and pushed pain into his balls,
he fired for 20 and the projectile splattered in the water as the sea
washed over him.


8============D


Matt Mitchell was sticking close to Hassan. They'd won narrowly, with
little power to spare and Matt had started to really respect the massive,
brown-skinned team leader.

They'd found the third golden cock and were trying to memorize the gem
patterns. Meanwhile, muscle-bulging shortking Ryan Li with the mohawk and
face-of-the-club Jason Kim were fending off coconuts, collecting nutshots
at the beach.

"One-four-six, two-three, one-five," Hassan mumbled at the iron rings
around the cock idol. "One-fourtysix, twentythree, fifteen..."

Omar pointed his ass at the ocean where mud bubbled, 9 wasn't enough to zap
the kraken. There was no manhood left to add. "Sir, trouble."

Hassan glanced over and pulled a leg in, his silvery sparkling asshole at
the enemy. 10 was just enough to fire.

"Help," came Ryan's call from the shore. He was pinned down by an ooze
enveloping his right arm. The bodybuilder struggled to keep his ass aimed
at the remaining coconut while jerking off.

Jason was stuck in an ooze out of danger but his ass wasn't in the right
position to shoot.

"Combat!" Matt yelled. He failed at 8 but now the coconut left Ryan alone
and flew toward him. Matt hurried out of the water, evading a tentacle with
17.

His next combat roll succeeded and he dropped back into the water to let
the jewel do its explosive work before he suffered a fresh nutshot, the
last one still drifting as an aftershock through his tight abs.

Ryan splattered himself with cum and pulled his arm out while Jason also
splashed a white river down himself.

Hassan was getting dragged in by the kraken. Everybody hurried to line up
their ass.


8===========D


The fourth and final golden cock had three completely empty belts and more
gems littering the ground that would have fit into the holes. It was
positioned on land, on a pedestal before the rocky cliffs.

They'd diligently drawn all the various memorized cock belt's patterns in
the sand and tried the combine them into a full sequence.

Jon was double checking they'd inserted everything correctly, the belts
nearly full, but nothing indicated success. He mumbled to himself. "Maybe
it's a negative. All the ones that *aren't* filled on the other cocks."

Caleb moved around his boyfriend, eying the patterns they'd drawn in the
sand. "Babe, those are in order, yeah? What if it's a case of completing
the pattern?"

"Fuck, you're right. So... the red ones are two in front on the first, then
three, then two again. And they're arranged like..."

Coconuts encroached. Caleb moved to intercept, careful to step around the
sand drawings. He laid down on his back, legs wide open, next to Diego and
Xavier in the same position. Trying to close their legs had always been
pointless and they'd finally accepted it, prioritizing easy beam shooting
over any pretense of saving their balls.

Caleb rolled. 10, 11, 20... evaded, coconut down, evaded...

Diego was less lucky, suffering a nutshot before shattering his first
opponent. Xavier got nut slammed twice without getting off a beam. Round
two went even better with only Xavier getting another drop on his
crotch. Two bad rolled by Caleb, 2 and 3, saw him getting the final nutshot
of the encounter.

With a rising ache dully creeping into the initial, sharp kick, he rejoined
his boyfriend.

Jon was basically done but had trouble sussing out the black gem
pattern. Together they clicked the final stone into place and a breeze made
them turn.

In the rock behind them was an entrance, as if it had always been there,
leading to descending concrete walls like a bunker.

With shouts of "Manhood!" the team advanced, jewels lit up.


8==========D


Four teams of four hunks emerged into a round chamber fully enclosed by
mirror walls. Their anal lights supplemented a diffuse glow from fog
wobbling above, the ceiling too high to see through the mist.

The reflections of hunks all around made the room feel bursting with
muscle.

In a circle in the center were sixteen chest-high poles that would have
taken two hands to wrap around.

Every hunk present had a ridiculously tiny nub for a cock. It looked
silliest on the team captains, the big, beefy black dude Malik Johnson, the
humongous, bald bodybuilder Hassan Ahmed and the slim, black Tyrell
Thompson who'd had the biggest cock in the club. Jon himself also looked
absurd without the rod Caleb was used to but it wasn't as much of a shock.

Multiple shouts of "Combat!" sounded and a dozen red beams cut the space.

Caleb held onto Jon as they got thrown around by soft but irresistible
punches. With his ass at the crowd, Caleb let the jewel do its rolls.

Jon mumbled, "Length, length, I always choose length until it's at max,
okay?"

Caleb felt his plug expand in both ways as different captains chose
differently. Hassan's team was the first to groan and tremble as the
fucking started. Malik wasn't far behind, his green mohawk nearly brushing
the ground as he dropped on all fours, glutes flexing.

Caleb felt immobilized by the rapid plug growth, his legs disobeying as his
guts were seemingly spread to infinity. Then the fucking began and he
collapsed into Jon.

The "host" appeared amidst the rods the moment mega-cock Tyrell's team
suffered the same fate.

[Now that you have all leveled down to a minimum of manhood and learned to
see each other as equals it is time to make your true potential matter
again.]

The sixteen rods opened at the top and revealed upward pointing erections
with balls beneath.

[Regain lost manhood here. No more "shops". Instead, trade inches directly
for the usual abilities anytime. Previously collected power points stay
available to you.]

The hunks approached slowly. The cocks were clearly in order of size, Ryan
Li's tiny 3.2 closing the circle with Tyrell Thompson's 7.5 which made for
a serious contrast.

Malik and Xavier had a shoving match over the larger black cock of 5.5 but
Xavier relented soon enough for his own 4.7.

Caleb took position next to Ryan, claiming his 3.6 inches. On the top end,
Hassan and Luiz knew their 6.3 and 6 easily.

The others were a bit trickier to spot. Some were distinct enough to be
recognizable, but most of the 5-somethings took a bit of shuffling.

Caleb didn't mind, he was enjoying the anal ravaging and he was pleased
with how nobody seemed to complain as plugs hammered stomachs from the
inside. He didn't know if they all loved it but he bet most had taken a
liking to it.

Jon knew his own dick of course, claiming his 5.6 between Malik and Jason
Kim's pretty 5.9 tool.

Once every man was confident he had his own dick before him, the blurry
featured figure gestured around the circle.

[Enjoy your manhoods to reclaim them, but be warned. If you waste one drop,
it was all for naught.]

Nobody moved at first. Jon took the plunge and sucked himself. Caleb tore
his gaze away from the shocked faces and sucked his own cock – a lot
less fun than sucking his boyfriend's.

He got the pleasure of a blowjob at a slight delay which made it feel like
it was somebody else sucking him.

Ryan moved in next, taking his whole minor rod into his mouth. Hassan
mumbled something and tonged his cockhead. With a deep sigh, Jason next to
Jon dove in and so did Matt, then all three black guys.

One by one, the hunks sucked themselves. The occasional moan was a feat of
the jewel fucking them, more than the blowjob party but it made for a
hotter experience either way.

Jon was done first, swallowing eagerly. Caleb soon orgasmed and had to
slurp down his rod as his mouth overflowed. The cumshot was something like
three cups worth now, requiring gulp after gulp after gulp.

Every hunk with a successful job had his dick regrow to its maximum
manhood.

Everybody on Jon's team succeeded.

On Hasan's team, Ryan Li jolted away from the violent cumshot and splashed
the ground. His frantic drinking wasn't enough and he stayed as a nub.

"Don't sweat it, man," Hassan said. "You were the smallest asset, hehe. My
dong is going to make up for it." The thickly muscled captain waved his
regrown cock to taunt his teammate.

On Malik's team, Ethan and Omar both let a lot of cum drizzle down the pole
but Ethan was fast enough licking his slip before it hit the ground. Omar
saw his last strings sink into the concrete as if it was absorbent.

Tyrell almost failed, his huge cock overflowing his mouth. He forced
himself down the shaft to suck as much as possible but several strings ran
past.

Sam, the blond hunk who'd gotten his 3.9 back already, went down and licked
the spill before it reached the ground. He held the cum overflow in his
mouth until Tyrell was done at the top, then spat it onto his captain's
mouth. Apparently that counted because Tyrell's 7.5 inches sprang back into
erect existence.

"Fuck yeah," Tyrell said and clasped hands with Sam. "Team spirit."

[If you desire yet more power once you are reduced to a minimum, you may
enjoy manhood here a second time. However, never the same one again.]

"No way," Tyrell said. "We have to suck someone *else* next?"

"Hey," Sam said with a wink, "it's not so bad."

Caleb had never hung out with Sam. He should fix that another day. When
they weren't rivals.

The mirror walls turned to fog like the ceiling had been the whole
time. They were in a mist-filled hall as large as a football stadium. Fog
thickened to obscure the borders.

Shapes moved through the mist overhead. Rolling cylinders turning slowly,
cubes floating in circles, pillars moving about with bridges between them
snapping and reconnecting.

It was a gigantic obstacle playground. A few golden lights gleamed in hard
to reach spots.

[Each team will designate one man as the target. Touching an enemy target's
jewel grants a point, then the target changes. The most points win.]

"Sounds easy enough," Jon mumbled. "This means we should spread
out. Sticking together only lets them hit the target again and again as it
changes."

"Gotcha," Diego said. "Just keep running." He looked into the fog. "Or
climbing."

[You may choose your starting positons in the obstacle course. Be warned
that there are ways to suffer disadvantages for the unobservant.]

"The fuck does that mean?" Tyrell wondered. The return of his full cock
size had had a huge effect on his swagger and casualness.


8=========D


The crowd dispersed into the misty arena. The ground was bouncy – they
could jump like on a trampoline.

The boyfriends climbed a pillar with thick ropes wrapped around it. Jon
failed his climbing roll at 4(+5), while Caleb succeeded at 9(+3).

"Fuck," Jon said. "I can't hold on. It's like it's greased now. Keep
going. We need to split anyway."

"Okay, babe. Love you."

"Love you, too. Get some points for us."

Caleb ascended to where he'd seen a golden glow. He had to get off the
pillar and across a rotating cylinder that formed the only bridge to where
he needed to go. He'd have to balance along it for 10 feet.

As he was a few steps in, his dice rolled for luck and landed on a
3. "Reroll!"

His erection shrank an inch for the privilege of rolling... 5. The thing on
the other side was a golden feather. He needed that.

"Fuck, reroll!"

It was a 2. Another fail, but he was practically across. Stalling was a
strategy.

"Reroll."

15. He made it to the other side and grabbed the feather. It zipped past
his useless nub into his jewel. With no manhood to spare, he could only
make use of it once – although denying it to the enemy was still a good
idea.

[Malik has no victories and will designate a target first. Then Tyrell for
his most recent loss. Hassan and Jon both have won the last round and get
to delay.]


8========D


Tyrell (7.5) had his cock back.

The euphoria of feeling his erection swing before his steps – not quite
so hard it ached – had never been greater. He'd sacrificed his last
stored unit of power for a reroll to climb a pillar he was hounding his
team upward.

Far to one side, there was a bright, emerald green light breaking through
the mist - the ass of whoever Malik had picked for their team. A serious
spotlight, wiggling as the target climbed something.

Luiz, whose naked ass, balls and six inches of erect meat were wiggling
above Tyrell, had managed to grab a feather, giving his jewel a golden
sparkle. The two white guys were below, with Andrew already having
sacrificed two of his regained inches to keep going.

The four hunks made it onto a platform. It was soft enough to land on from
some height and the pillar continued up. It connected to another platform
through a twisting tube and two more through floating cubes.

[Tyrell, designate your team's target]

"Luiz, I'm making you the target. You're the only one with a feather. Shed
some inches if you gotta get away."

"All right, boss."

Luiz' ass glowed stark purple as his jewel took on the color from the
capture the hill section again.

Luiz tried to cover his asshole with both hands but the light broke through
his fingers like high pressure water. As a target he would always be
exposed.

"The target light is easy to spot through the fog," Tyrell said. "Let's
stick together, boys. Defend Luiz. They can't see us coming if we take
positions around him to get the drop on them."

Tyrell himself hopped onto a floating cube as large as he was tall and held
on. With a +7 on everything, his climbing rolls rarely failed. The cube was
soft and gave in to his grip, but spun with some inertia. He clambered up
and-

A narrow rainbow beam running from side to side flickered into existence as
he crossed its path. Tyrell's dice popped up above his head, containing a
"-1".

"Fuck, is this what I think it is?"

[Lore roll]

He got a 20, which turned into a 19 before his inches were added. Yeah, as
he'd feared.

"Guys," he shouted at the three misty silhouettes, two next to a
purple-ass'd one. "There's invisible beams that give you permanent handicap
on roll if you touch it."

"Like, totally invisible?"

Tyrell thought for a second, lying on all fours, clutching the cube's
top. In the distance, at various heights, anal lamps flashed on and off,
not nearly as bright as the target's asses. He'd figured the other teams
were using them to communicate positions and accepted it gave them away
but...

He pushed his ass up. "Manhood."

His jewel torch broke the fog but made the trap beam apparent.

"Fuck me, okay. Manhood!" His jewel went dark. "Light ahead of yourself if
you're going to cross something. Or stay there. I'll try to sneak over and
get the drop on the other team."


8=======D


Emerald light shone out of his crack which was fucking bullshit.

Omar (0.4 of 4.4) had grown seriously fed up with how "captain" Malik's
(5.5) plans either sucked or – if they were any good – got trashed by
a jealous Ben Anderson (5.5 down to 3.5) until everybody gave up on them.

Malik Johnson and Ethan Nguyen (5.3) both had feathers shining out of their
jewels, but no, runt of the litter Omar had lost the four-way roll to
determine the target and now his ass was glowing like a traffic light
telling everyone to "go" and fuck him up.

And he'd only lost because he hadn't managed to guzzle all his own cum so
he was already the weakest.

And the plug ravaging his innards from the hole up was driving him all
sorts of insane.

His plan had been to stay on the ground and hide behind the thickets
obstacle, ass to the far walls.

The jewel didn't like that and glowed brighter and brighter until the
mist's diffusion easily painted the area around him in emerald. He *had* to
keep moving.

Zap. He'd crossed some flickering light. Why was the dice above his head
visible but not rolling? Why did it say "-1"?

A lore roll of 16(-1+0) told him more. He was so fucked.

Something massive dropped behind him. Big, brown, bald, muscular like a
demon.

Hassan (6.3) had hit the ground, cock pointing forward, arms apart and
ready to catch Omar once the bouncy floor stopped jiggling. Omar
instinctively covered his crotch but the number on his forehead gave away
how powerless he was. He turned to run.

He slammed right into Jason Kim (5.9) who grappled him, two naked hunks
wrestling on unstable ground.

Hassan was right behind him. Omar clenched his thick legs with the power of
a one-rep-max squat. Both enemies groped his tiny nut and crushed his
balls, while Hassan's hand slithered into the ass crack.

Omar's green light went out. Hassan's crew had a point.

They left him to crumble on the floor in nut-pain, while bounding
off. Someone else was coming, barely visible in the fog. The newcomer
stopped as the light went out.

While Jason escaped the other way, Hassan rushed into combat via superhuman
jump, his ass shining with the gold of a magic feather while his cock
dropped an inch.


8======D


Matt (4) moved away from his spot above Omar. He hadn't needed to
drop. With him, Hassan and Jason all feathered up they had a perfect pincer
maneuver going unless the target had somehow made it to the highest
point. Keeping that from happening with constant drops was their strategy.

Ryan (0.2) had let Matt have the feather he'd found since he had no inches
to spend and gone off to find out other team's positions.

Matt lit his ass with "Manhood" and checked for more of those fucking
handicap beams, he wasn't going to jump into a third one.

With the coast clear, the hunk ascended a slide, holding onto the rim as
his feet struggled to find purchase.

[The other teams will designate their initial targets now.]

Two more lights broke the fog.

A reddish pink that complimented the green, which was Ryan's ass if the
plan still stood. And an orange one, which had to be Jon's team. They were
closing in on each other, unless the fog and the size of the arena played
tricks on perspective.

Matt had made it to a platform at the top of the slide. Several ropes were
dangling with no connections. As pillars moved through the space, the ropes
sought out other platforms as if magnetically guided.

He lit his ass to scan for trap beams.

[Would you like to know what the grand price is?]

Matt stopped and turned off his jewel.

[I've told you before the tournament began and at the start of every new
game. You were never allowed to recall it, but the motivation remained.]

The host had made them forget? It somehow... felt correct. Matt surely had
been motivated to fight by... something other than just getting to the end.

[This time, there will be no forced forgetting. The team winning this game
gets to redistribute dick sizes before you leave Virility Island.]

Matt remembered. The voice spoke the truth, they'd heard this before every
game. They needed to make a truce! Matt had to get everyone together and
make sure all dicks stayed assigned as they were. He didn't want Ryan's
tiny cock. Right... Ryan was always the most eager to win in the seconds
before the forgetting. He'd want no truce. Things were going to get messy.

[Now you may think you can strike a truce. Simply stick to the status
quo. How else can you still look at each other, after all this? But as
demonstrated – you can be made to forget things.]

Oh fuck.

[Only the winning team will remember this part. For all others, your new
manhood will always have been there.]

Matt spent ten seconds thinking. Then he rushed in on the orange target
light. His one-free-use of the anal feather catapulted him much of the way.


8=====D


Caleb (0.6) and Jon (0.6) were the only ones in the dicks-on-rods circle
room where sixteen hardons raged.

Jon had chosen himself as the target so they had to act fast.

Sucking Jon's dick on a rod was more fun to Caleb than sucking his own –
and much more familiar of course. The equally familiar taste of Jon's
cumshot was overwhelming as nearly a liter of manjuice poured forth from
the dickhole and left Caleb struggling to catch every drop at the back of
his throat, continuously swallowing without breathing.

He knew Jon was doing the same because he felt his own erection getting
sucked dry with a glorious orgasm for the duration of the massive spray
while the jewel's plug donated a perfect anal experience.

They both regained their size.

Jon (5.6) with his orange ass light turned to leave, when pink light
approached through the fog. The captain briefly stepped in front of his
boyfriend before remembering that *he* needed protection and reluctantly
pulled Caleb (3.6) to the front.

Target Ryan (0.2) and his teammate Matt (3) showed up, not attacking right
away.

"Listen," Matt said. "We're here with a deal."

"I'm listening," Jon said, so aggressively he might as well have told them
to fuck off.

"Once you've sucked your teammates, you'll need allies to suck to regain
inches, right?"

"No really," Jon said. "What keeps me from sucking every cock here?"

"They'd know and come to stop you."

"Maybe," Jon said, now actually pondering the option. "So?"

"You can suck us," Matt said. "And maybe more guys if we find allies."

"All we ask," Ryan said, "if you win, you give us the biggest cocks you're
not taking for yourself."

"You'd let us win?"

Matt shrugged theatrically. "We need to ally with *someone*. Malik's team
is a mess. Tyrell is too proud and vindictive. He'd ally with us and then
screw us once we're forced to forget."

"Good points. Thanks for the trust." Jon stood up even
straighter. "So... to make sure you're serious..."

Ryan sighed and turned around, his pink jewel light nearly blinding Caleb.

Jon got to tap it and collect a point.

As a group, they made it to a particularly bouncy spot and ascended to a
row of bars, then climbed in separate directions.

"Fair warning," Ryan said, "I'm the only one on the team who doesn't have a
feather. If I get to be the target again, I'll try finding you."

Jon wiggled his ass. "Not like I'm hard to spot."

With Caleb lighting ahead to save them from trap beams, the boyfriends made
it up to bouncy pads rotating in midair.

Green light was moving above them. A target, chased by someone. Going by
the shouts...

"Diego and Xavier are on this guy's heels. Can we cut them off?"

"Not you," Caleb said. "But I can use my feather. See you, babe."

They parted with a kiss and Caleb activated a golden glowing long jump to
intercept what turned out to be Ethan Nguyen (down to 3.3).

Ethan saw Caleb coming up and tried to evade. He rolled a pathetic 2(-5+3)
to Caleb's 15(+3) and was easily grappled. Had he been forced to cross that
many beams?

"Let go fucker. Combat!"

Ethan's 16(-5+3) lost to 12(+3) and they tumbled onto a dithering platform
without any shots fired. Both rolled terribly on climbing, Ethan's 1 making
him go negative and Caleb 3, which only Tyrell's dick would have been big
enough to fix.

As they dropped, Caleb managed to knee Ethan in the ass and the target
light winked out.

Caleb let his victim go and crashed into the bouncy ground. Diego and
Xavier dropped around him as Ethan scrambled away.

Both teammates were out of inches.

"Man, that cost us," Diego said.

"But we got him," Caleb said. "Refresh your cocks? It takes seconds for me
and Jon to cum so you're not giving much of a blowjob, come one."

They looked at each other and Xavier shrugged. "We gotta do what it takes
to win."

Caleb grinned. "Yeah, some good news about that."


8====D


Tyrell (7.5) stuck close to Luiz (5), who was once again their team's
target.

Luiz had had enough power points saved up he'd only needed to use one inch
on his feather so far. Defensively they were pretty well set up. Both had
taken position standing with one leg on either side of free floating tires
that formed bridges between pillars slowly drifting past, spending a lot of
time untethered from other structures.

Tyrell wouldn't have admitted it, ever, but the constant ass fuck by a
titanic fifteen-or-so incher was getting eye-wateringly pleasurable.

Luiz's ass had started glowing an even brighter purple to make up for their
excellent positon, which was bullshit. But Tyrell didn't want to move again
– his recklessness had already handicapped him with a "-4".

Andrew and Sam were out hunting. He hoped they'd do enough.

[At least two teams are even and have been for some time. To speed things
along, the targets will be easier to catch from now on.]

Luiz's 20 sided dice appeared and melted into itself until it had only half
as many sides left.

Tyrell's eyes registered a faint, crouching silhouette on top of the tower
slowly creeping their way.

"Lu', someone's going to jump us when the bridge connects that- Watch out!"

Long before the connection slotted into place at the edge of the tire
bridge, the enemy rose and lit his ass with a golden shimmer. Matt Mitchell
leaped like a gliding bird.

He broke through the trap beams crossing the bridge Tyrell had hoped would
be a good distraction and handicap. Matt landed near Luiz and failed his
climbing roll. He used an inch to redo.

Tyrell was already aiming his ass for combat but was forced to roll as a
reaction. Someone else was shooting first?

Tyrell won 16(-4+7) to 4(+4) and twisted where his jewel's anal mass was
pulling him. He fired into the fog, the red beam making Diego visible as it
shoved him back.

It also lit up Caleb next to Diego and, already in position, Tyrell
prepared to fire. His 6(-4+7) was not enough against Caleb's 18(+3). He got
knocked off and had to make a survival roll, passing at 13(-4+7). He held
onto a wobbling, free-floating tire with arm strength.

Meanwhile, Luiz was in a grapple with Matt. Having a reduced dice was
pretty bad, giving him a 4 to Matt's 10. He stayed clutched.

Caleb came running across the tires and slammed into the grappling hunks,
stealing Matt's victory as he reached Luiz' ass and knocked all three of
them down.

Tyrell, all alone now, rolled a 15 on climbing and pulled himself back
up. With the enemies gone, he risked being the next target, purple shining
down into the mist.


8===D


Matt was barely able to move. He had gotten used to getting mega-dildo
fucked at all times but having someone in the rod-room suck his cock from
afar was messing with his perception.

He'd missed whatever Jon had said.

The allied team leader had lost his orange ass to Hassan – the ten sided
dice really screwing him over - and was now sneaking around with Matt,
while Xavier ran across the bouncy ground as the orange target.

All three of them had run into a trap beam, bringing Matt to a "-5"
disadvantage. And he only had 3 inches let to compensate. At some point
nobody was going to be able to succeed at challenge rolls, especially as
target.

Matt moaned and grinned at Jon. "Man, your boyfriend knows what he's
doing. Fuck, I'm still cumming... still cumming, holy fuck, I hope he can
swallow all that."

Jon nodded. "He can. He loves cock more than I love ass. He'd spend all day
in the rod room if he could. Frankly, I'm worried he's blowing through
feather use on purpose, hehe."

Matt spoke through heavy breaths. "Lucky guy... Ugh, it's over. Hey, up
there."

Green shone far above, probably on top of a pillar so high up it vanished
in the mists. But there was movement on the slowly rotating column –
multiple hunks hanging on or ducking on platforms.

"A full team, staggered, the target on top," Jon said. "Get ready."

"Always am."

Team green opened with a salvo from each jewel. Two hits, two fails. Xavier
was tossed along the ground by the double red beams, his orange ass
flickering as his legs crossed the light cone.

The enemy descended onto the bouncy ground – big, beefy captain Malik
being the last to land as he was the green target.

Xavier had recovered enough to shoot back – target on target
violence. His ten sided dice got a 3(-1+4) versus Malik's 8(-1+2). Not a
win but a good enough distraction. Malik didn't realize his next automatic
defensive roll was against the approaching Jon until it was too late.

Jon's 13(-1+5) won over Malik's 10(-1+2) and the captains collided into a
grapple. The green light winked out and Jon ran off. Matt followed after,
leaving the green team to think he was an unseen teammate of Jon's ducking
into the fog.

Naturally the enemy managed to touch Xavier's ass and Jon had to pick a new
target. He chose himself as they were far enough away.

With the orange giving them away, Caleb would find them soon.

Before then, though, pink approached. There were three men it could be and
only one of them was good news.

Just in case, Jon and Matt agreed to shoot the pink target. Matt's 13(-5+3)
versus 3(+0) won, while Jon's 3(-1+5) lost to pink's lucky maximum roll of
10(+0) and was tossed back. From the opponent's lack of bonuses, Matt could
tell the new arrival was good news.

Ryan tumbled through the mist, ass aglow.

"I got Hassan to pick me as target one more time," Ryan said. "He's losing
his patience with me. He's not *suspicious* yet but he's gonna get there."

Jon nodded. "I can't know for sure but I feel like we're doing really well.


8==D


Team green had broken apart to chase Jon but managed to lose him. At least
Omar and Ben had lost him since he and Ben didn't have feathers like Malik
and Ethan.

Ben, the bald white hunk, looked down on his tiny nub you could barely tell
was erect. "Fuck it, I need power. I need my rod back. Do we drink each
other?"

Omar's brain was slowly melting into a puddle of pleasure from the jewel
hammering his insides. "Sure. Let's go. I won't mess up this time."

They hopped and jogged their way to the room of rods to find Hassan from
pink team deep throating Jason Kim's 5.9 cock, retching as he swallowed but
not spilling.

The newcomers politely waited until their elder had finished and noticed
them. With no targets around there was no need to attack.

His 6.3 inches on proud display, Hassan gave them a nod. "Have fun boys."

Omar gave a sloppy salute. He sank Ben's 5.1 cock into his mouth and felt
the white guy do the same as Caleb walked in, starting an equally trivial
chat with the departing Hassan.

The cum flood began and Omar fought himself to keep his lips tightly on the
shaft, gulping between rapid breaths, eyes teary. He held his bulging abs,
the massive plug within him easy to sense from the outside as it fucked
away. His own orgasm nearly tripped him over.

Before Caleb could choose a cock, his ass lit up orange. He jolted.

Omar gulped more greedily. Had had to be done before Caleb got away.

Hassan didn't miss the new light either and returned, walking backward to
knock Caleb over with a shoot.

"Combat!"

Thanks to his manhood, Hassan's mere 3(-2+6) still won over 6(+0) by a
totally spent Caleb rolling only a ten sided dice.

As Omar felt his cock spring back to 4.4 and saw the number on Ben's
forehead grow, he dragged his lips up the shaft and got into position
behind Caleb.

"We're in the majority, Hassan," Ben said. "Go back out and look for other
targets."

"Sorry boy," Hassan said. "We've been really unlucky. I need this one."

They circled around Caleb, unwilling to shoot and knock the target into an
enemy team's member.

Hassan grunted. "And Jason just got captured. See how unlucky? Well, can't
make myself a target right now so I pick Matt." Somewhere out in the mists,
high up, a new pink light went on. "Chase Matt, he's got to be alone. Ryan,
that useless fuck, was guarding Jason."

"Not letting you have the easy kill."

Caleb raised his hands. "How about-"

The orange in Caleb's ass went out.

All the target lights they could see were gone.

The fog in the middle of arena parted as a cathedral-sized shape of a
twenty sided dice. The blurry man was in the center.

[And with a total of 20 points collected by all teams, the game ends.]

Omar nearly collapsed. For one, because the jewel shrank to nothing,
leaving him empty which was a bigger shock than a splash of ice water. For
another, because relief washed over him. It was done.

[Congratulations to Jon's team.]

Four columns of light ascended into the sky and Omar was not among
them. Why... why had he even wanted to win so badly? Not like there was a
price.

Bright light enveloped him and he stumbled into Malik's, Ethan's and Ben's
naked forms.

They were back at their spring break destination's main road, in the
evening sun, with people milling about.

It was chaos. Some guys' congratulatory hands came down on Jon like hammer
blows while others tried to make everybody move in the same
direction. Everybody wanted to be in the middle of the mob, shielded from
the eyes and cameras of other tourists.

Eventually the entire New Dale Fitness Club jogged toward their hotel for
clothes, soft cocks of every shade and size swinging, already planning a
celebration. They'd made it through Virility Island.

8=D

Caleb shivered, moaning and whimpering on all fours as his boyfriend thrust
the 7.5 inch meat in and out. It was no jewel but it was the hottest sex
they'd ever had.

It wasn't all the sensation, even, just knowing they'd won new
cocks. Caleb's own hard 5.9 was dangling proudly between his legs. There'd
been some debate whether he should just take the smallest tool but he *was*
technically vers and maybe looking to get some action with other guys on
this vacation.

They'd let Diego and Xavier have the 6.3 and 6 respectively. True to their
word, Ryan and Matt had been made owners of over 5 inch tools. The tiny
cocks of 3-something had gone to the other team captains. Jon insisted
those guys had become a little more demure but Caleb figured that was Jon's
imagination. The rest of the hunks was shuffled accordingly.

Their eyes met in the mirror and they chuckled again at the sight of their
rods. And at the conversations they'd had tonight, with so many of the
hunks privately approaching them, asking about how to get as much anal
pleasure again as the jewels had granted.

Caleb was only too happy to explain. A lot of toys would be shipping to New
Dale soon.

For now, Caleb and Jon just fucked their way through spring break with big,
hard, cum-dripping cocks.