Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 19:58:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: the torture games part 8

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

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

Modifications currently: Tongue, dick, balls, nipples enlarged. Hourglass
on chain connecting nipple clips.


CHAPTER EIGHT

The next room was just as long but also full of obstacles. I cursed myself
for having wasted the skip token on the easy one. I sat on the dildo
without even flinching and began to walk. There were knees high walls and
knee deep pits. Normally I'd have been able to jump those easily, but with
my legs tightly together and unable to bend over, those were serious
hindrances.

It wasn't actually difficult, just time consuming. At the end I hadn't even
half my sand left.

The following room was even longer but empty except for the pillars and the
dildo. What would the trouble be this time?

I sat on the rod and slipped right off it as I felt the pain. It was like
Tabasco sauce had shot up my ass. Getting off the dildo didn't make the
feeling go away – it was an actual substance I now had inside me.

With tears in my eyes I sat back down and waddled slowly across the
distance.

The `spiciness' made my cry and even as I dropped the dildo onto the
target, the sensation remained.

The next room was again longer than the previous one. This one's dildo was
at least twice as thick as the last one and my attempt to sit on it
revealed it, too, was laced with a substance that was made to torment my
insides.

I had to stare at the hourglass between my nipples to motivate
myself. Through the tears it was difficult to see but it was mostly
symbolic anyway. If the devils wanted me to fail they could just make me
run through corridors until my time was over.

Once I had enough of the thing inside me to get going, I started to
walk. It was clear that my ass was getting stretched. Any other time would
have collapsed and screamed at the humiliation of being so emasculated. In
this case I only hoped it would help me to take in the next few dildos more
easily.

Dropping it off felt like tearing my ass apart all over again. Once that
room was done I took a break at the door into the next one. The burning in
my ass decreased a little bit if I waited around. But I knew the next room
would likely have even worse things in store.

There was no dildo in the next room. Instead there was a fist. It stood on
the pedestal and pointed up, threateningly.

Only a quarter of my sand was still in the upper portion. I wiggled above
the fist to stretch my hole's entrance before sinking down on it. I
screamed and raged, sweating more than in any other dildo room. My popping
veins must have looked extreme on the tense muscles, especially with my
body so unnaturally lean.

I was a tiny bit grateful that this one didn't feed my ass with fire.

It was actually difficult to walk with the fist inside be because it's
attached forearm was big enough not to be fully enveloped by my upper
legs. I guess only Igor wouldn't have had this problem. I wondered where
the Russian had used his own skip token and if he had been wiser with it.

Finally, I was at the pillar and the fist left me.

There was enough sand for one, maybe two more rooms. If I didn't make it
out I'd meet one of the torture devices that let the games look like
child's play. Whatever I did I couldn't afford to be squeamish.

In the next room I was immediately suspicious. The dildo was by far the
smallest one. And there were no obstacles or anything of the sort.

The moment I sat down on the thing I realized the trick. My hole was too
stretched. No matter how much I clenched I slipped right off before I even
lifted the damn thing.

I squatted over it and flexed and flexed and flexed. How long did it take
for a sphincter to snap back into a tight state? I definitely only had time
for this one room. If it wasn't the last one, I was screwed.

After a nerve-racking amount of sand had flown down the hourglass, I could
lift the dildo and hurried with my tiny steps, using my hands to keep my
ass cheeks pressed together. The dildo was so small that it fit wholly
inside me so there was no danger of it slipping out through leg movement as
long as my ass was held shut.

I made it in record time, much faster than any large dildo would have
allowed.

The door swung open, revealing another room. But instead of being
disappointed I was greatly excited. The door on the other end was a big
wing-like gate like the ones in the main cavern. This was the last room.

I had second's worth of sand left.

The dildo was huge but not fist-sized. I threw myself onto it to drive it
all the way in. My screams echoed form the empty walls. Even though the
dildo was too long to fit into my entirely I used the same trick as
before. I pressed my ass cheeks with my hands. If the dildo fell out during
my run, there was nothing I could do.

With a few grains to spare, I jumped over the final pillar and shot the
dildo downward.

I fell to the ground below the gates wings which opened up for me. The
hub. I had made it. The hourglass crumbled to dust and I flinched as the
nipple clips vanished.

"The final player has also succeeded. Here is the ranking. Congratulations
to those how guessed not only the order but also the times correctly."

Senseless runes flashed across the pointy screens.

"Congratulations also to those who put the bets onto the right
rooms. Nathan skipped room four. Igor skipped room one."

It seemed that the huge guy had hoped the first room was the only one
containing a dildo. I was quite astonished to be the last one but maybe I
hadn't discovered an efficient technique the others had figured out.

"The winner of this game was Kang who gets to start the next game with an
advantage. See you in a bit."

Our bodies were pressed back into waiting position.