Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 22:09:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the torture games part 4

Reminders

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

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

Modifications: Nipple chain. Tongue, dick, balls, nipples enlarged. Ball
stretcher. Spiky wrist and ankle weights.


CHAPTER FOUR

We stood around, drying off. That is to say, the piss evaporated quickly
but we didn't actually dry since we were sweating immensely. So I drooled
aimlessly and tried not to focus on the pain in my nipples. The hellish
music got louder.

"And we're back," said the ultra-deep voice from the rocky sky. "In this
round we will see the two teams in action. Individual deeds will be of no
value. The teams collect points together and only together. Since this can
get tricky I will explain the rules as we go along. Place your bets while
the players take their positions."

Two flames ceased and revealed two gates. We walked up to them, not waiting
until we got explained what the consequence for refusal would be this time.

"Let's distribute the tags. Igor and Nathan are the red team."

A tight chain appeared around my neck. While I couldn't see the weight at
the front, I could feel it. Looking over to Igor I saw the chain on his
neck having a red crystal hanging from it. Mine must have had the same.

"Kang and Sven are team blue."

The boys received the chains and pendants in their color. Then all of us
groaned in pain as our balls were stretched farther. A red crystal was
hanging from the snake shaped stretcher, much heavier than the one around
my neck.

"The first task is hopping. The pillars are in balance only if each pair is
used at the same time. Let's begin."

The gates opened for us and the boys from team blue walked into
theirs. Igor and I entered our own challenge room.

It was a corridor so long I couldn't see the end. The floor was made of
lava. Above the lava hovered flat stones – the pillars – just far
enough apart to jump with relative safety from one to the next. They led
all the way down the corridor. I put my foot on the first one and it sank
as if weightless, rising back up as I stepped off.

Igor grunted, put his foot out to touch the corresponding one on his side
and the one I was touching stopped in the air as if it was part of a solid
pillar all the way down. As long as we touched the pair of stones at the
same time, the pillars under them existed. If either of us jumped without
the other, we would both land in the lava.

The Russian raised three fingers and I nodded. He grunted three times, then
we stepped onto the first plate. Three more grunts and we jumped at the
same time. He landed a bit earlier and sank a little before I landed,
too. This would take some getting used to.

Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump.

We were doing fairly well. With every jump the ball weight and the nipple
clips tugged horribly, but we were making good progress. If I strained my
tearing eyes, I could faintly see the other end of the corridor far ahead.

Black rods broke loose from the walls and hovered towards us, three for
each. We stopped hopping and looked at each other. What were those thin
things?

The first one slammed down on my back. It was a stiff whip. Or maybe a
bendy cane. I was no expert. It hit my upper back hard. I heard Igor yell.

The second rod hit my beefy ass. The third one came down on my lower back.

They hit without rhythm, whipping or caning me from the shoulder blades to
the shins. Then they turned around me, hitting my sides and finally
arriving in the front where they tormented my chest, abs and dick.

We were both twisting and turning, trying to protect our most vulnerable
parts, but the tools move with human speed and skillfully avoided our
grabbing hands.

Igor screamed so loud I froze despite the continued assault. I looked over
and saw him gesture towards the next pillar. I nodded.

Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump.

Under the senseless beating we made our way towards the exit.

Halfway across we were covered in so many red lines, it was almost a
continuous rash-like whole body phenomenon.

Once we landed on the other side, the tools flew back to their original
position and we collapsed onto the ground. By skin was burning, but at
least it was over now.

The door didn't open for us.

We sat around, recovering, unsure how to proceed.

"Now that both teams made it to the entrance we can begin. Have you placed
your bet? I sure hope so."

The entrance? This wasn't the task yet?

"To open the gate both team members must work together, obviously. The key
is to touch the only pair at the same time. Of all others there is only
one."

All other what? A pair of what?

From the door, dozens of feet emerged, just like the dildos had in the piss
pit. There had to be a hundred.

I understood now. Two of those feet belonged to a pair. All others were
unique. They were in all shapes and sizes. From teenager's feet to full
adults. Some were even inhumanly big with almost fingerlike toes. Were
those demon feet?

Igor seemed to understand the task, as he looked over the feet and began to
touch two similar sized ones at a time.

"The game begins now."

Igor's hands went through the feet. I sighed. We both tried to touch the
feet with our own, with the ball stretchers and other body parts. Nothing
worked. How to complete the task when our bodies didn't work?

The Russian grumbled. I looked over and saw him successfully touching a
foot – with his tongue. I was ready to collapse. Of course they would
want us to do something so degrading.

We looked over the available feet and whenever we saw a pair that looked
matching we would make noise. Then we licked one foot each. The taste was
what had to be expected at these temperatures. Apparently the feet were
sweating just as much as I was. The first six didn't work. This could take
a while.

I tried to categorize them by size. The biggest ones were easy to see and
compare. None of those were a match. The smallest ones stood out in their
own way and didn't fit together either. That left about sixty feet which
all kind of looked alike.

I did my best to gesture Igor to keep his tongue stuck to one foot
only. Then I quickly tongued every one remotely similar sized. Then Igor
went to the next foot and I repeated the procedure.

Eventually, in the middle of such a test series, the feet vanished and the
door opened for us. We had found the correct pair by coincidence.

Before us was a corridor much shorter than the previous one. We could have
walked across easily. The ground was made of red marble tiles of various
shapes and sizes, all neatly fitting together.

"For this game you need to cooperate as before. You already have the
tools. The signal will indicate that you are on the right track. If your
team member touches a wrong tile, your signal will stop. If you don't stop
your partner from stepping onto the wrong tiles you will lose that
game. And your partner."

That sounded fairly simple. What was the signal?

The chain collar and the ball stretcher – the items with the red
crystals – sent me to the ground as electric shocks surged from them
through my body. Igor was stumbling as well. The shocks made me spasm and
groan uncontrollably.

The massive bodybuilder crawled forward and touched a tile with his
hand. The pain in my spine and crotch stopped. The signal had ceased which
meant he was touching a wrong tile. If I lost my partner I might not have
been able to make it across myself.

I grunted at the man and he seemed to understand. As soon as he let go, I
was back to spasming with shocks. He worked his way through the first row
of tiles until we found one that didn't make the pain stop.

Once he had taken a wobbly stand on the tile I crawled up to him. It turned
out the tiles that were right for him were wrong for me, so I had to go
through them all over until I found one that didn't make his shocks stop.

We both had our first tile of perhaps two dozen. Our system was quick. Igor
ran his foot along the tiles bordering his current one and once I received
a shock he stepped onto the correct one. Then we reversed roles.

We were three tiles in when something broke loose from the walls. With my
watering eyes it was hard to see but an object closed in on each of
us. They were paddles. The first hit landed on my ass, the next on my
balls, the third on my abs. Then my dick, my chest, my face. The ones
touching spots with gear already present hurt the most.

Still, we continued the search for the tiles that made us suffer.

Once Igor was close enough to the other side he jumped across the remaining
tiles. It was a risk – it could have been against the rules – but the
game master's voice said nothing. I found my next tile and jumped from
there to the other side.

The paddles returned to their waiting positions and the shocks stopped
completely.

Halleluiah.

The door didn't open. Instead we got feet again. About two hundred this
time. I looked over them and pointed Igor to the likeliest candidates. We
used our patent system again and went through series after
series. Eventually this door opened, too.

There was nothing we couldn't do together, it seemed. I wondered how the
boys of team blue were doing.

Another corridor full of lava. Two thick metal beams lead across. Barely an
arm's length apart. Did we have to balance? That seemed doable.

"This one is just like the one before the entrance. Instead of jumping, the
players will simply walk along. However, the thin bridges will spin and
turn to throw them off. Unless the players are cooperating correctly by
combining the parts. They will know which ones because they are so fond of
using them already."

The beams began to spin quickly. There was no way to get safely across
unless they stood still. Could we figure out which part-

"Since team blue has been stuck in the bridge room for so long we are
enacting the rule change."

So the boys had made it this far a while ago, but didn't get any further
than us. The first part was impressive, the second one discouraging.

"We will combine the parts for them."

A sharp pain shot through my tongue. I stretched it out and in its
elongated state I could easily see that I had a stud pierced through
it. Igor was also looking at his own pierced tongue.

A thin glowing chain appeared, connecting our studs. It was a phantom
chain. My hands passed through it, and even my tongue did. It was tied only
to the studs.

Then the chain shrank and pulled us closer together. And closer and closer.

When we were so close that our dicks would have poked each other we pushed
them down. My dick slid between Igor's legs and vice versa. Then our tongue
met. And the chain still shrunk until we had to shove our tongues into each
other's mouths.

The bridges stopped spinning.

We waddled towards the beams and stepped onto them. We had to lean forwards
a little bit. Our dicks were so long they went all the way between each
other's legs and out behind them. They were tucked away under the other's
crotch. The sliding along each Igor's sweaty ass-crack was highly
stimulating on my enlarged dick head.

We held onto each other's slick torsos and made our way across, small step
by small step.

I tasted Igor's hot breath, his musky scent and his saliva. With our drool
overproduction we soon had each other's gobs of slobber running down to our
chests.

No tools came from the walls to hit us this time and we made it across
without additional pain. A nice change.

The door opened up for us with no further foot licking.

Was it over? I couldn't see well because our tongues were still entangled.
But what I saw didn't look promising.