Manhood games

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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 cliché. 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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

1. 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.